Chapter 123: The truth of the 'future'! The fourth death game ends!

"I should also thank you; if you hadn't let Qin Weiyang and the others fall asleep, perhaps I would have been slaughtered by them working together." Su Yang smiled.

The fact that the first place has rewards is no longer a secret.

No one can guarantee whether there are people harboring evil intentions among the allies.

Zhuang Weilun's move not only got him out of the danger zone.

But also gave Su Yang enough opportunity to 'be in the same room' with him.

"Your lies are indeed wonderful; if I were playing the death game for the first time, I might have believed them." Zhuang Weilun said.

"Whether you believe it or not, I believe... that's enough." Su Yang smiled.

Zhuang Weilun looked down at the button, thought for a moment, and took two steps back: "If I don't play, what can you do to me?"

"Whatever; this game wasn't arranged by me, I have no right to do anything to you." Su Yang shrugged.

"Su Yang, oh Su Yang, you are good at lying, but not good at rounding lies; how can the death game be so simple?" Zhuang Weilun sneered, pointing at the button,

"Tell me, what are the patterns on it? Rock, paper, scissors?"

The three buttons correspond to three gestures, which are also the simple gambling games that many people come into contact with at the beginning.

There are only three possibilities—win, draw, lose.

And there is a relationship of absolute restraint, without twists and turns.

Children's games, would they be put on the death game table?

"Who knows, perhaps He wants to return to simplicity and have something simple." Su Yang said.

"Your intelligence level is only so much; if you created a slightly more complex illusion, I might have been deceived." Zhuang Weilun sneered.

"So you don't intend to play?" Su Yang raised his eyebrows.

"I want to see what you can do when the countdown ends."

"Then let's wait and see."

Then the scene fell into silence; Zhuang Weilun always maintained a cross-armed posture, motionless, eyes staring straight at the screen.

Su Yang placed his palms on the table, his fingertips tapping the table slowly, making a 'thump thump' sound.

His expression was calm, not caring about Zhuang Weilun's actions at all.

In his view, what could be more comfortable than winning the game easily?

Zhuang Weilun saw Su Yang's relaxed and comfortable expression and said: "You must be anxious to death now, right? You really want me to play, don't you?"

Calm on the surface was just Su Yang's disguise; his brain must be thinking about how to trick him into the trap.

It's just a pity that Zhuang Weilun wasn't so easily deceived.

"Indeed, I want to end it early, not wanting to waste time on meaningless waiting." Su Yang nodded.

Countdown—54 seconds.

Zhuang Weilun saw Su Yang's frequency of tapping the table go from once per second to three times per second.

The rapid thumping sound echoed constantly, as if indicating his anxious psychology.

Zhuang Weilun couldn't help but grin; he knew he had won in the end.

Once the countdown ends, it will declare the end of the illusion.

And he will return to the sea island and become the master of the dream again.

At that time, Su Yang will be an ant that can be crushed at will, wanting to crush him,

just crush him!

"Beep beep beep!"

The rapid sound came from the screen, and the green button in front of Zhuang Weilun suddenly turned red.

And the screen showed Su Yang's choice—rock.

"It's over..." Zhuang Weilun smiled knowingly.

He guessed right; doing nothing was the best choice!

"Yes, it's over..." Su Yang's movements stopped abruptly, feeling relieved.

"I admit you are a very strong competitor, it's just a pity you met me." Zhuang Weilun said.

"To be honest, you are not very good, not even as good as Xie Yu." Su Yang shook his head.

"Is this the incompetent rage before death?" Zhuang Weilun didn't care.

"At least Xie Yu would fight with all his might for what he wanted, while you... are just like a tick parasitic on an animal, only knowing how to suck blood." Su Yang said faintly.

"Hahaha..." Zhuang Weilun laughed uncontrollably, "But what can you do? I, this tick, laughed until the end."

"And you? A poor worm who lost the watch and lost his life."

Zhuang Weilun saw the table gradually disappear, and the stage light above his head gradually dimmed.

He realized the illusion should be over.

"What was the corner of the future that Zheng Jue saw?" Su Yang asked.

"Is this your last wish?" Zhuang Weilun smiled and stated: "The prison is still a prison outside the prison; players have never escaped from beginning to end."

Sure enough...

Su Yang didn't guess wrong; if the world outside the prison was Blue Star, he wouldn't have needed to set a game.

"What are the rewards for the top three?" Su Yang asked again.

"Divine power." Zhuang Weilun said profoundly.

Su Yang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly remembered what Xie Yu had said—he had ascended the divine throne in his dream.

So...

"Can every prison's top three get divine power?" Su Yang asked.

"No, only the first can." Zhuang Weilun stretched out a finger.

So that's it.

Su Yang realized that Zhuang Weilun did this to seize the opportunity before the next death game arrived.

If the talent can be evolved, his own advantage will also expand.

In this way, players whose talents haven't evolved will be inherently behind by one grade.

"Any last words?" Zhuang Weilun stroked the pistol, indifferently.

"No, you can go to die." Su Yang shook his head.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scene changed suddenly, returning to the mountaintop south of the sea island prison.

The players lying around were sleeping, the sunset had already fallen, and a bright moon hung high.

Zhuang Weilun reacted immediately, aiming his gun at Su Yang.

However, before he could act, a prompt sound suddenly appeared in his brain.

【Failed to make a choice within the specified time, the game automatically judges a loss.】

"What? Wasn't that just..." Zhuang Weilun frowned, subconsciously thinking he was still in an illusion.

But the next moment, his body suddenly ignited a raging fire.

Severe pain struck suddenly; Zhuang Weilun struggled in the big fire, desperately trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

But no matter what he did, it was futile.

"Su Yang! You tricked me?!"

Zhuang Weilun looked at that expressionless face through the fire, furious.

"I said more than once, this is the fourth death game." Su Yang said slowly.

He had left a hand when dealing with Xie Yu.

The 'him' in Zhuang Weilun's eyes was just a person in the 'Illusion'.

Su Yang was indeed shot, but the position wasn't a vital area, but his arm.

The moment Zhuang Weilun took the watch, a custom-made illusion appeared for him.

Still the same, he couldn't create scenes beyond cognition and common sense.

Therefore, Su Yang specially chose the 'obtain talent' venue that everyone had experienced.

Plus the 'rock, paper, scissors' that most people had played as the main body of the game.

Activated 'Deception', letting the game break away from the dream.

Zhuang Weilun would definitely think this was 'Illusion', so Su Yang just went with the flow, creating a facade for him.

If he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to get information about the 'corner of the future' from the other party.

And even less able to defeat Zhuang Weilun in the dream.

"You won't die well!" Zhuang Weilun shouted painfully.

The flames roasted the skin on his body to charcoal, and the severe pain even destroyed his nerves, appearing as a hallucination of coldness.

Zhuang Weilun tore at the flesh on his body, rolling on the ground, his shrill wails echoing through the mountains.

"Even if you win against me, you can't win the future!"

"Just by you, you want to become a god? Daydreaming!"

The shouting gradually became smaller, until it stopped abruptly.

A charred corpse was lying on the edge of the cliff, smoking white smoke, motionless.

Su Yang walked over, leaned down to take off the watch, wiped off the carbonized material, and put it back on his hand.

He looked up at the starry sky and muttered: "Can I still go back..." ===== CHAPTER 124 =====

Zhuang Weilun tore at the flesh on his body, rolling on the ground, his shrill wails echoing through the mountains and fields.

"Even if you beat me, you can't win the future!"

"You want to become a god just by yourself? You're daydreaming!"

The shouting gradually grew smaller until it stopped abruptly.

A charred corpse lay on the edge of the cliff, emitting white smoke, motionless.

Su Yang walked over, bent down to take off the watch, wiped off the carbonized material, and put it back on his wrist.

He looked up at the starry sky and murmured, "Can I still go back..."