[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist":3,"chapter-this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-chapter-482":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1531839,1991,"Chapter 482: 482: Divine Game – Chaotic Restaurant 2","this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-chapter-482",482,"\u003Cp>B80234615: \"Even if my calculations indicate that I might harm you, is that still acceptable?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as the benefits outweigh the risks in your calculations, then yes.\" Rita answered decisively. \"This is your test. You only have three chances.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita: \"Don't use any skills or tricks on my soul.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"You're so wary, yet Nivalis still likes you. Why is that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita: \"I'm this wary, yet why are you following me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615 fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita sighed. \"Being a people magnet is my fate. I know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"Ugh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita: \"Some emotions don't need to be simulated when unnecessary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"I didn't simulate that just now. My emotional pool fluctuated on its own. I followed you precisely for this moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita had the distinct feeling that B80234615 was being sarcastic, yet its tone was as serious as a news anchor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave up on bickering with a mechanical race—especially since the countdown to entering the game had only two minutes left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reminded it, \"All my skill panels and divine blessings are disabled, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita had no intention of using disguise skills. A person's name carries weight, and in the World Battlefield, she had already made a name for herself—though not necessarily a good one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to Maple Syrup, every player knew that she possessed the Ancient Curse, an unspoken deterrent. No one wanted to provoke someone who could stab them in the back with a curse, especially when they couldn't completely wipe her out. Even if they managed to kill her temporarily, she could retaliate the moment she left the battlefield. It simply wasn't worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So in Divine Game, as long as she wasn't committing some universally condemned atrocity, keeping her real identity would be more beneficial than harmful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, there was something else she needed to disguise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to B80234615. \"Can you change into another form?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita: \"There might be others besides Pine Bloom who recognize the mechanical race's chip technology. Your cube form is too distinctive. Change it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, B80234615 transformed into an orange-red earring, perfectly matching Rita's Orange-Red Light Wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita: \"Like this, if we run into another mechanical race chip, will they recognize you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"No worries. I've blocked my signal. Unless I initiate contact, other chips won't detect me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Rita feel at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the countdown hit the one-minute mark, she entered the game early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She landed directly inside an open-air kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her left, a long table was lined with all kinds of cookware, utensils, and appliances. Some she recognized, some she didn't, and others she could roughly guess their functions just by their appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her right, another long table housed a sink, a refrigerator, and a trash bin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a perfectly standard open kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long serving table acted as a partition, separating the kitchen from the bar-style front counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in the middle of the back kitchen, Rita could see the deep blue starry sky outside. A hundred meters away, an entire street of identical open-air restaurants stretched out in neat rows. The street itself shimmered with a soft pink starry glow, illuminating the entire area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, there was a mix of sounds—footsteps, the flapping of wings, conversations—suggesting that players who had arrived earlier were already exploring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On either side of her were identical restaurants, seemingly copy-pasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita quickly flew over to touch one of them, only to find an invisible barrier in between.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the kitchen, three glowing white data projections hovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Cleanliness]: 100%\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Mischief Score]:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black SpringMud Bears - 0 Marmang-Crab - 0 BS Rita - 0 ?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Autumn Bear and a crab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great. Both were ingredients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had interacted with Marmang-Crab before. Whether he was friendly was debatable, but at least he hadn't attacked her on sight. He probably had his own game-specific rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, being placed on a team with a Stage 17 Marmang-Crab and a Stage 15 Black SpringMud Bear was already bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the last player was a wildcard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That uncertainty kept Rita on edge—what if the game decided to throw her an even bigger headache?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That being said, stronger players like Marmang-Crab and Black SpringMud Bears had deeper reserves and had likely entered earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So theoretically, the final player—who was cutting it close to the start time—shouldn't be too overpowered... right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With 32 seconds left before the game officially started, Rita flew out of the restaurant to scout the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She circled as fast as possible and found that this place was nearly identical to BS's food street—if not more simplistic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the restaurants lacked banners or signs, likely because players had to decide what to sell before naming their establishments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The street stretched endlessly into the distance. No way to tell just how many restaurants there were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita opened the leaderboard and checked the player count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over 60,000 players were online in this game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the final 10 seconds approached, a loud countdown echoed across the sky for all players to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita spotted Marmang-Crab sprinting toward her on his crab legs from the far end of the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately flew back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The countdown ended, and their last teammate arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive pair of emerald-green wings unfurled, like a Forest Sea descending—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lania Kaia Pine Bloom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rita wasn't focused on Pine Bloom's breathtakingly beautiful face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one thought in her mind: I'm screwed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615, already aware that Lania Kaia Pine Bloom had also taken a mechanical race chip, spoke to Rita internally:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, you two ended up together, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita: \"Great. Double the bad luck. I wonder if this restaurant will even last three Starsea days.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"Uh... shouldn't you be worrying about yourself first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita: \"Worst case scenario, I'll just kill myself and leave the game!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"This type of management game only lets you leave if you go bankrupt. Even if you die, you'll just respawn and keep working. And the revival cost still applies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita: \"?!?!! Where the hell was that in the game description!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"Oh, it's there. Just wait a sec—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the game notification echoed in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as B80234615 had said, in this special management game, death wasn't an escape. If a player revived, they would be forced back into the restaurant to continue working until the three Starsea days were up. Only then would the game end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita: \"Fantastic. First I escaped a black-market mine, now I'm trapped in a black-market restaurant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"There's an even better piece of news.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita: \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B80234615: \"Lania Kaia Pine Bloom is looking at you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1101,"2026-06-06T06:14:58.840Z",1,"novelbin.me","34484dfbd27b7b6a6652153cea641ffca4261cd020634ba36bed2dcc823a548f","this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-chapter-483","this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-chapter-481",1404,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-cover.jpg"]