Chapter 863: Let's have a cat-and-mouse game! Get half right, and I'll reward you…

The unfiltered sarcasm sounded especially harsh to Yue Zhao at this moment.

Normally, he would have sneered.

But now it is entirely different.

He, who originally held the initiative, was suddenly toyed with at someone's fingertips.

Behind him, an abnormally hideous humanoid Monster pursued.

Moreover, he could not determine Su Yang's position or Innate Talent.

Various negative emotions piled up together.

Even though he often keeps a warm laugh and a good mindset, he cannot help being a bit restless.

When a road can be seen to its end, even a slow walk can ease the mind.

But Su Yang now gives him a truly eerie feeling.

Yue Zhao feels that the one he faces is not a New Era Player.

But a creator of the game.

"What a pity for such a great Ascend God Seed you are."

"All ambition, yet powerless to wield it."

"I am indeed your best chance to meet the Golden Throne, and also your only chance."

"Now that things have come to this, regardless of how the outcome turns out, you can only grit your teeth and move forward."

"Of course, I'm not a cold-hearted person either."

"I'll give you a chance—"

"Minute Time Limit, as long as you can find me."

"I will personally present my True Body, for you to deal with as you wish."

Su Yang's light, floating voice rang out, and Yue Zhao paid no attention.

He is very urgent now.

Extremely urgent!

He had originally already prepared a swift, thunderous plan.

But Su Yang still remained as fickle as before.

As if Innate Talent had no Cooling at all.

It caught him completely off guard.

"Fifteen minutes is too long; how about giving me only the time of One Incense Stick?" Yue Zhao shouted.

"I'll set the game rules; please clarify your role—now you are the player," Su Yang said.

"To be frank, before my True Body arrives, I went to see Jiang Chengyu; a traitor like him cannot compare to any of the Dependents under my command," Yue Zhao changed the subject.

"The 'two-headed worm', huh, I know," Su Yang replied.

"Since you know, yet you still choose to hand him over to me?"

"You have your plan, I have my scheme; he is an Anchor Point, also the opportunity you gave me."

"So you're saying you have capable talents under you who can use him to meddle with the Old Era?"

"Skip the probing; first think about how to escape the little girl's pursuit."

"You underestimate me!"

Having said that, Yue Zhao again split into hundreds of Projections.

In an instant, they crowded the Passageway.

Combined with the earlier arrangement, there are now 323 Projections.

Each rushed toward different areas.

Carpet-style search!

The Projections' strength is identical to the original.

Their movement speed is astonishingly fast.

From the Omniscient Perspective, it can be seen that in just a few seconds, he had searched half of the Building Body's area.

At this speed, proceeding onward...

One Incense Stick truly is not an exaggeration.

"Su Yang, I admit you have a bit of scheming, and also a certain cleverness within you."

"But the Death Game involves not only the mind, but also experience!"

"You now hide in the Dark Place, just to watch me laugh."

"I tell you, Yue has roamed for years and has never suffered a loss at anyone's hands!"

"Today you must die, whether you die... or not, you must die!"

Yue Zhao's eyes reddened, and he again split into dozens of Projections.

Dense human silhouettes gathered within the Building Body.

Their number exceeds that of the Monsters.

The little girl seemed to have glitched.

She stood in place, looking left and right.

Unsure which one to chase.

The real Yue Zhao was hidden among them.

Breath and appearance were identical.

Hard to distinguish.

To bystanders, it may be a problem.

But for Su Yang, it is a petty little game.

"Seeing you so confident, I can't help but think of an old acquaintance."

"Of course, the old acquaintance I speak of is someone already deceased."

"He is much like you—arrogantly confident, and possesses great ambition and cleverness."

"If I didn't have Innate Talent by my side, even with ten lives I would be utterly dead."

"Your desire is justified; with such a strong Innate Talent, may I ask who wouldn't be moved?"

"If I were to tell you the truth, if I were you, I'd be drooling with greed."

Half a minute later, Yue Zhao swept through the entire Building Body.

He even retraced his steps.

Yet he never saw any trace of Su Yang.

"None?" Yue Zhao halted on the spot, his eyes filled with suspicion.

How could such a big person simply vanish?

Since it has been verified that it is definitely not "Memory Tampering", what explanation then?

He killed Su Yang again and again.

Yet he never saw the True Body.

It can't be that he can switch Innate Talent at will, can it?

Thinking of this, Yue Zhao suddenly felt a choking frustration and slammed a fist into the wall.

"Boom!"

"You stinky murderer, get the hell out!"

"See, you lost patience before even five minutes passed; your so‑called composure is nothing more than that," Su Yang clicked his tongue and spoke.

Yue Zhao's forehead veins bulged as he said gravely, "I know the rules of this game; you must return to the ship before midnight."

"If you refuse to come out, at most we will both starve to death here and see who can outlast whom!"

Su Yang laughed at the words, "Earlier I had some respect for your calm confidence, but now your angry ugliness truly disappoints me."

Speaking, a silhouette slowly emerged from the far edge of his sight.

Su Yang's mouth curved with a faint smile, his handsome face bearing a hint of mockery.

As soon as Yue Zhao saw his true form, without hesitation he threw a fist straight at his face.

"Bang!"

Predictably, his head was smashed cleanly.

But the next moment brought an unexpected turn.

In the same spot, another Su Yang appeared.

Yue Zhao repeated the old trick, blasting him again.

Immediately after, a third Su Yang stepped forward.

"How is this possible?" Yue Zhao's face darkened.

Staring at his ever‑changing expression, Su Yang smiled, "They say you learn from each pit, yet why do you never learn?"

"Ah!"

Yue Zhao shouted loudly, seized Su Yang's left and right shoulders, and yanked hard!

"Tear!"

The body was torn in two, blood gushing out.

"This feeling of killing without end, slaughter without limit must be uncomfortable, right?"

From behind, Su Yang's mocking voice sounded again.

Yue Zhao turned his head, his gaze slightly numb.

Su Yang glanced at the hundreds of Projections surrounding them, raised a finger, "Your Innate Talent is indeed strong, and I seem not to be inferior to you."

"Think about how you play Death Game, you must have driven many people mad in similar ways."

"Since next year today is your memorial day, perhaps we should celebrate you early."

"And let you taste… the feeling of being humiliated and tortured by others."

Yue Zhao's expression turned feral, and he said, "The same old line, let's see who can endure!"

Su Yang shook his head, "Fifteen minutes are up, the game ends."

Finishing, he spat, "Player Yue Zhao, only the True Body remains!"

"'Deception' activated successfully, all of Player Yue Zhao's Projections vanished."

"Pop~!"

Like the sound of a bubble bursting.

Hundreds of Projections vanished one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What?!" Yue Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt… his power draining!

How could this be?

"Why can you…"

Recalling all his contacts with Su Yang, he suddenly reached an astounding conclusion.

Yue Zhao abruptly looked up, eyes full of disbelief, "Your Innate Talent—just by speaking it, can…"

The remaining two words were not spoken before Su Yang cut him off.

Bang!

Su Yang snapped his Finger, gave a slight Laugh: "You got half right, I'll reward you with a …"

Little girl!

…

Hehe~