Chapter 733: The Truman Show! I Still Prefer the Original You!

The word "agreement" seemed to have been mentioned when Yao Ri and Crocodile clashed.

"So as long as they don't violate the terms of the agreement, they can do whatever they want?" Su Yang asked.

"Every era has a Monitor, and these people are all sent from the Ancient Era. Once someone crosses that line, countless troubles will arise," Yao Ri explained.

"The New Era has one too?"

"I am the Monitor of the New Era!"

Huh?!

Su Yang was startled, then hurriedly asked, "So you can freely enter and exit the Round Table Meeting?"

"There will be no next time."

"Why?"

"The rules of the New Era should be written by New Era Players. I've crossed the line twice, so a Permanent Seat is meaningless to me."

"Then the second question: you just said only players from the Ancient Era can have Monitor qualifications, which means you and my mother are from the same era?" Su Yang asked.

"Yes."

"But my parents disappeared only a dozen years ago; could the time flow differ between the two worlds?"

"They entered Blue Star precisely because of the Death Game."

What?!

Su Yang felt as if struck hard, his Brain booming with a blast!

"Surprised? You already know the concept of parallel universes. The NPCs you mention are actually living people, merely brief visitors to the players," Yao Ri said.

Just visitors…

Su Yang received such earth‑shattering news and was at a loss for what to do.

"So scientists are also just their identities within the game?" Su Yang asked, gritting his teeth.

"Yes." Yao Ri nodded slowly.

"Then my grandparents… were also characters arranged by the rules, and Divinity altered their memories?" Su Yang whispered.

"Yes."

Su Yang closed his eyes; he had never imagined that his entire life was merely a product of a game.

And the two elders he cherished had also had their memories altered, becoming Puppets of the rules.

He devoted himself wholeheartedly to caring for a child with no blood relation to him.

For almost twenty years!

Su Yang couldn't help a self‑deprecating laugh, "My first half of life… how is it any different from The Truman Show?"

They're just NPCs acting alongside him.

Everything is fake.

Even the most genuine emotions are codes implanted into the Brain.

Utterly ridiculous!

Yao Ri was silent for a moment, then said, "You've lived your own life; the people around you are flesh‑and‑blood humans. Life is like a chessboard, and who isn't a piece shaded by the rules?"

"The Bloody Black Gang Death Game you entered, your subordinates, those you killed, saved, or helped—they're all living people."

"Including the Date Battle, the people around you when you date—they are not emotionless machines, nor were they created solely to generate a dating atmosphere."

Su Yang recalled the past, remembering each flesh‑and‑blood person, and felt a flood of emotions.

At one time, he indeed treated them as pieces to be moved.

Even when he killed them, he felt no guilt.

But as his understanding deepened, he realized he was gravely mistaken.

Everyone is the master of their own world; they have their own lives and hopes for the future.

The game of life stages humans.

For NPCs who have intersected, departure is also a form of Torture and anguish.

The word "emotion" is the hardest to discern.

"When they left, why didn't they take me with them?" Su Yang asked.

"You already understand the reasoning; why ask again?" Yao Ri said.

Su Yang shook his head in silence, feeling helpless.

Indeed…

In the Seven-Day World, the pregnant woman he saw, how could he not feel blame in his heart?

He blamed her for being so impulsive; sending a one‑month‑old infant into the Death Game is equivalent to killing his own child with his own hands.

Only…

"Since you all have god‑like abilities, can you still not protect your own children?" Su Yang continued.

"The Death Game is supreme; no one can defy it. Even if one evolves to the limit, one must still enter the game!" Yao Ri explained.

In just a few minutes, Su Yang received too much information.

He couldn't fully digest it in that moment.

As Yao Ri said, he understood many things, but simply refused to face them.

The two Silhouettes that left through that door merely returned to the world they were supposed to stay in.

"One final question—my Innate Talent changed; was that also their doing?" Su Yang slightly lifted his eyelids, a flash of brilliance flashing in his eyes.

"No comment!"

"…I understand."

"Many things are far‑reaching; all you need to know is that your mother and father have been thinking of you all this time."

"If you can get in touch with them, please deliver a message—someday, I will, by my own strength, catch up to their steps; I won't let them wait too long!"

"Fine."

After speaking, Yao Ri slowly put on the Mask and adjusted the hat.

With a sweep of their palm, the isolated space vanished.

Two silhouettes reappeared before the crowd.

"You're back?!" Python was startled.

At that moment, a broadcast voice rang out.

"The meeting is over; members Yin Yue and Dragon, please refine the Proposal details; it will be issued in 30 minutes."

"Other members, please leave in order."

Su Yang calmly returned to his original spot, lifted his brush and wrote the rules in detail.

He then set the brush down, letting the parchment turn into flowing light and merge into Starry Sky.

It became one among countless stars, flashing with radiant light.

"Where did you just go? Also, what did Yao Ri say when they looked for you?" Tiger's gossiping heart ignited, asking in a low voice.

"I didn't go anywhere, said nothing," Su Yang said slowly.

"What..." Tiger, seeing Yin Yue's cold attitude, felt slightly disappointed.

"Finally we can leave; this damned place is uncomfortable," Python staggered toward the Passageway.

"Everyone, may we meet again by fate," Dragon said.

"Farewell," Su Yang nodded toward them.

"I'm leaving too; I hope we can meet again next time," Tiger waved a hand in farewell.

Su Yang rose and walked toward the Passageway; before parting, he turned back to the standing Yao Ri and said earnestly, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me; it's my duty," Yao Ri said softly.

Compared with the imposing demeanor at first contact, now the disguise has already faded.

"I still prefer your original self, like the Big Sister who tutored me when I was young; though a bit cold, she felt very safe," Su Yang joked.

After speaking, he gave Yao Ri no chance to react and hurried into the Passageway.

The parting words slipped out, "Goodbye, sister, see you next time!"

Yao Ri, stunned, couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Stinky kid!"

They then removed the Mask, and a cold, distant visage resurfaced.

They subconsciously touched their face, "Although a bit sharp‑tongued, but..."

"Your gaze is impressive."