Chapter 302: Petty

Dive…

Five minutes?

Liao Chen naturally would not agree to such rude and absurd request.

On what grounds does he have to play according to the game Su Yang devised?

"What exactly… have you done to me?" Liao Chen's voice grew a few shades more gloomy and hoarse.

The always‑successful Trickery now fails to take effect.

Is it merely because the other side said, "No more games are allowed here, or it will be ordered banned"?

This is the dimensional space he created; how can a mere outsider seize control of it?

In a few short seconds, Liao Chen's Brain flashed with thousands of possibilities.

Yet he couldn't figure out any rationale.

At root, the problem must lie in his Innate Talent.

But what Innate Talent can both accomplish 'stealing' and forbid the game's appearance?

"I merely use their own method to treat them in kind…"

Su Yang slightly lifted his eyelids, and in a calm voice said, "That's all."

Liao Chen looked at that gaze, felt a thump in his chest, "You stole my Innate Talent?!"

When those words left his mouth, he then thought the possibility was zero.

If, according to Su Yang's earlier behavior, the face of a playing card is stolen, the hand card becomes a blank piece of paper.

Following this logic, he can only take existing things.

Rather than call it stealing, it's more like a forceful plunder!

But now, he can clearly feel that his control remains.

Only his Innate Talent has nowhere to be applied.

It's as if…

A shackle has been imposed within his body.

"Your petty Trickery cannot enter my eyes, perhaps if you evolve a few more times, you might reach a respectable height," Su Yang said.

Liao Chen, furious, forced a laugh; it was the first time he heard such a criticism of his Innate Talent.

At some point, how many players, upon learning his Hole Cards, were not left with an expression of awe?

The rebuttal words reached his lips, yet he could not speak them.

Indeed, Su Yang's confidence must be based on something.

Liao Chen continuously pondered a way to break the deadlock.

Su Yang, seeing his silence, said, "When the game ends, this space will automatically dissipate, right?"

"Or rather… if the creator dies, it will naturally vanish."

"Within my Domain, victory can only be achieved through the game; you may as well tuck away the whimsical Intestine in your heart," Liao Chen said.

In his view, Su Yang's method is nothing but the simplest, brute‑force killing.

In terms of combat power, Liao Chen admits he is no match.

Therefore, he suddenly thought of a way to win—

Stall!

As long as he stalls until Eternal Night ends, then exits this space on his own.

By then, even if Su Yang possesses sky‑piercing abilities, he cannot obtain the Clearance Condition.

Originally, Liao Chen's strategy was to trample him to death, to savor his expression in the dire moment.

Now that Su Yang's Innate Talent restrains him, he will settle for a secondary option.

The method is dead, the person is alive.

A true man can bend and stretch; swallowing this breath is no problem.

"Winning through the game…" Su Yang considered for a moment, pointing at the dark river beneath his Foot,

"What I just said still holds."

"If you can stay alive, then you have won."

Liao Chen, hearing that, scoffed aloud, "Why should I listen to you? Do you really think I'm foolish?"

"To listen or not is your business."

"But to act or not, you have no say," Su Yang said lightly.

Liao Chen had just about to utter a sarcastic remark when he heard a command‑like tone.

"Game start: Player Liao Chen submerges into the dark river; if you can remain Immortal for more than five minutes, I count it as my loss."

"Deception activated successfully, the rules have changed, the third mini‑game initiates."

In the next instant, an irresistible force suddenly descended.

Before Liao Chen could react, his whole body instantly fell into the dark river.

"Splash!"

Water splashed in all directions, the raging river surged and roared, its powerful impact struck the rock wall, emitting a thunderous roar.

Yet before this terrifying natural force, Liao Chen remained unmoving, his whole body immersed in the water, not a ripple.

Just as if…

Held by an invisible giant hand.

"Um…"

Liao Chen opened his mouth, choked on water, and struggled fiercely, trying to break free of the restraint.

But at that moment, Su Yang suddenly appeared above the water's surface.

From a lofty, overlooking stance he stared at the person in the water and said, "Remember, five minutes."

Even though the water surface separated them, the voice still entered the ears clearly.

Liao Chen was terrified; faced with such a dire situation he had no time to ponder why he fell into the river, his mind only thinking of how to survive.

Yet the raging river lay ahead, and he was unaffected.

Judging solely by the current state, this already defies natural Fazhi.

It is more like what Su Yang said…

Just a simple game.

"The only thing you should think about now is how to earn a Resurrection chance," Su Yang said softly.

Liao Chen flailed his arms and legs at the bottom of the water, looking especially comical.

Because he hadn't prepared before descending, his body lacked oxygen, and convulsion Symptoms had already appeared.

He could not control his breathing, suddenly choking on saliva, and his Lung was filled with Liquid.

His complexion instantly turned bluish‑purple, and his struggling force unintentionally became much weaker.

From the start of the game until now, only one minute has passed.

"But Resurrection shouldn't be available to everyone, right? Tang Hui probably didn't tell you the method," Su Yang muttered.

"Um……"

"Or perhaps he himself doesn't know the Resurrection conditions; maybe they're drawn randomly, and the chance just fell on him… what do you think?"

"Um…"

"Actually, your tactics and abilities are excellent; the reason for losing isn't because of too many flaws."

"It's just that you happened to meet someone who counters you."

After saying that, there was no response below.

Su Yang lowered his gaze and saw Liao Chen's limbs limp, floating, his eyes wide and vacant, staring at the sky.

"Can't even hold out three minutes…"

Su Yang shook his head in disappointment, then returned to the card table and casually drew three cards—

Ace of Hearts, Cube 6, Jack of Clubs.

When he tossed his hand cards, the game ended.

With no opponent, naturally any draw is a win.

The next moment, the surrounding space seemed like pure white snow, gradually dissolving from the corners.

A light gate suddenly appeared before him; Su Yang glanced back at the corpse, lifted his leg, and stepped through.

……

Underground space.

"Only 30 minutes remain until Eternal Night ends; do you really insist on being my enemy?" Tang Hui asked casually.

Qin Weiyang looked at the badly damaged golden body, his thoughts in disarray.

Not long ago Su Yang mysteriously vanished, leaving two unprocessed skeletons.

The incident happened suddenly; killing two people caught everyone off guard.

No one expected that, while everything was proceeding smoothly, they would suddenly vanish from the world.

Originally Su Yang had already found a win‑win method, but at the critical moment he abandoned the task and disappeared.

The Butcher and the Faceless Man, having lost their controller, were like robots with their batteries removed, motionless.

Tang Hui saw this and was greatly pleased; he knew Liao Chen had acted.

With Trickery's help, Su Yang's death is certain!

Therefore, he did not choose to flee, but reignited his vengeful heart.

"Su Yang left this mess for you and ran away; are you still foolishly waiting for him?"