Chapter 312: The Truman Show? Admission!

"But then again..."

Lin Yang pondered for a moment, wanting to speak but stopping.

"Speak if you have something to say, we are all our own people, no need to cover up." Su Yang said.

Lin Yang looked at the expressions of several people and said: "If talent evolution to a certain degree is a god, then what level does the god who runs the death game belong to?"

"In other words, letting players kill each other like raising insects, while obtaining benefits, aren't they afraid that latecomers will threaten their status?"

"If you make a wish for talent evolution, will it fail because the upper limit is placed there?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell into deep thought.

Su Yang's speculation makes sense, and Lin Yang's statement is equally reasonable.

The two concepts do not conflict, and the only goal is to figure out the truth.

The truth of the prison, and...

What exactly is the so-called god.

"This road will be extremely long, at least I can't see the end now." Su Yang said.

Taking 'Deception' as an example, for a lie to come true, at least one-third of the people in the same spatial dimension must believe it.

In this way, if he wants to run a death game on Blue Star, he must at least release the news and let tens of billions of people trust it.

Just doing this is extremely difficult.

Not to mention how many people accept it, people who receive this message don't even know what a death game is.

He vaguely remembers that entering the prison was an instant thing.

If he creates a death game in the name of 'Deception', he must at least achieve the degree of words becoming law.

At that point, it is actually no different from a creator god.

Whatever you want, you have.

Similarly, 'Copy' is the same.

Evolve to a certain intensity, copy a brand new world, and then 'copy' the existing prisons one by one.

As for other players' talents...

For 'Light Feather', Su Yang temporarily couldn't think of how much room for development there was.

And Bai Wanrou's 'Shift' and Lu Junsheng's 'Control' both have a certain room for manipulation.

Thinking of this, Su Yang suddenly had some enlightenment, "Perhaps... the death game is not the work of one 'god', it is very likely a group of 'gods'!"

"What do you mean?" Lin Yang was stunned.

Su Yang summarized in simple words, "A game company designs a game, which requires the efforts of a large number of employees."

"Some are responsible for art, some are responsible for code, some are responsible for creativity."

"The division of labor is clear, and the crystallization of all the efforts made by employees is the game body!"

"What?!" Several people's hearts were shocked.

They looked at each other, all perceiving an incredible look in each other's eyes.

This speculation was too bold. If it were true, it would mean that the initial speculation was correct.

This game, from beginning to end, is a premeditated kidnapping!

"You mean... the predecessor of gods is human?" Qin Weiyang asked.

"Not only that, the road we are walking now is also the one they walked before." Su Yang flashed a sharp light in his eyes.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's breathing suffocated.

If this were true, wouldn't it mean...

Every move is under surveillance?

"The Truman Show?" Lin Yang's face turned pale.

Su Yang turned his head to look and said slowly: "We ourselves are in a huge cage."

"Then the wish..." Luo Shuangshuang asked hesitantly.

"That's right, the wish you make, he may not be able to realize, and he may not want to realize." Su Yang nodded slightly.

This speculation was like a heavy bomb exploding in everyone's minds.

Their hearts were even more turbulent.

If this were true, what is the meaning of their fighting each other?

Raising the biggest and strongest cricket, and then stepping on it?

"Then what to do?" Lin Yang asked worriedly.

Su Yang took a long breath, "It's just speculation at the current stage, just keep walking and you'll know."

As long as you keep winning, He won't be able to catch any handle.

"I'm a bit urgent, going to the toilet!" Lin Yang hurried into the bathroom.

"My stomach is also a bit uncomfortable." Bai Wanrou turned and left.

"Watch the time, must arrive at the scene at nine o'clock!" Su Yang shouted.

Suddenly, the door opened suddenly.

Su Yang came to the corridor, leaning against the railing looking at the bottomless pit, his thoughts were thousands of miles away.

Qin Weiyang walked to his side dragging a long blue dress, stroked her hair, and said softly: "So ascending to godhood is a scam?"

"Not necessarily." Su Yang looked up and down, couldn't help but flash a trace of amazement.

Qin Weiyang, who was already slender, looked even more beautiful against the backdrop of the formal wear, and the cold temperament on her body seemed to interpret an aloof princess.

"No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, how can we not go up and admire the scenery above?" Su Yang smiled.

"Really troublesome..." Qin Weiyang sighed.

"Yeah, living itself is a troublesome thing." Su Yang's eyes flickered.

Soon, Lin Yang, who had washed his face, walked out of the suite.

Bai Wanrou also arrived, and the six people walked towards the elevator together.

The three women were in front, Lin Yang looked at the swaying scenery of different styles, couldn't help but admire: "Really good, didn't expect that one day I could appreciate the ball scenery."

"Why? You want to have an encounter?" Su Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Our own people are of course not easy to start with, I want to see if there is anyone who matches my eyes on the scene." Lin Yang was eager to try.

"Mask on, how do you know what others look like?"

"Same, I wear a mask and she doesn't know if I'm handsome or not."

"..."

Su Yang saw the elevator entrance crowded with people, and slowly put on his mask.

There were not many players on the twelfth floor, about twenty or thirty.

As the elevator arrived, people swarmed in, and Su Yang pushed the button for the 25th floor.

The crowded space was mixed with all kinds of perfume smells, and everyone didn't say a word, just waiting quietly.

As a strong sense of weightlessness came, the elevator door opened.

Su Yang stepped out of the door and looked in the direction of the crowd.

He saw that there was a huge independent space on the 25th floor, which seemed to be an area chiseled by machines, and bright lights shot out from it.

The formal wear style was generally the same, but the masks were quite different.

Spiral mask, cat face mask, fierce ghost mask...

"Let's go." Su Yang stepped towards the venue.

A feast of over fifteen hundred people, tonight is destined not to be calm.

Two minotaurs in suits stood on both sides of the venue gate. They were like security guards examining the arrivals and were also responsible for maintaining order.

"Line up to enter!"

"Kill those who make noise!"

"Kill those who cut in line!"

The muffled language carried a strong murderous intent, making people shudder.

"Administrators can still talk?" Lin Yang discovered a new continent, marveling.

Su Yang was not surprised by this, he had seen this situation as early as the fifth death game.

"They should also be evolving."

Lin Yang stood on tiptoe and looked into the venue, saying: "It's quite lively inside."

A melodious music entered his ears, and the sound of conversation was endless.

Everyone is the protagonist of this feast, Su Yang was very curious about how many sparks would collide in these three hours. ===== CHAPTER 313 =====