[{"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-813":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},1532420,1991,"Chapter 813: Divine Game- Card Swap 62","this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-chapter-813",813,"\u003Cp>After the team match, Rita had drawn out roughly seventy percent of Demon City’s map from the footage shown on the screens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d pinpointed 131 confirmed demon statue locations across 39 different types.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d even tried connecting identical statues with lines, but there was no discernible pattern. Statues of the same type were scattered with no obvious commonalities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, one thing stood out—there was one place where not a single demon statue had ever appeared: the Old District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the last minute before the solo match began, Rita slipped into a hidden corner just outside the Old District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her map for this area wasn’t complete either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much like the solo match’s rules, finding demon statues meant getting intel from Demon City’s citizens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the top hundred-ranked players hadn’t gotten much intel, or the ones who had simply hadn’t made it into the top hundred, she didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3... 2... 1...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"1\" shattered into a blade of light, cutting through the crimson barrier, splintering it into a hundred separate screens that drifted down over the Long River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the start, all players’ positions were equal, and the screens displayed random scenes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above the Long River, on seats formed from Ashenvale’s heavy fog—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wail asked, \"That kid from Moonlight Marsh—the one who won the fun match—what’s she been doing these past few days?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>GodDraw77 replied, \"Buying intel in Auberdine, or back in her room working out strategies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wail nodded approvingly. \"Good. Very good. Solid mindset.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t it?\" GodDraw77 said. \"Kasilanar’s about to see a new dawn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Berrento, the Puppy Ranch headmaster, finally lost patience. \"You two done yet? You think we can’t tell she’s Lightchaser’s apprentice?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unicorn at GodDraw77’s side jabbed him in the ribs with its horn. \"GodDraw77’s talking. Who asked you to butt in?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Hills headmaster, who’d just opened his mouth, quietly shut it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the match began, Rita activated [Waste Guide].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world froze. Time belonged to her alone again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, she took off her pumpkin hat, scooped out the winter snow inside, and used [Summer Snowman] to craft her miniature snowman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once it was done, she tucked it safely into her oversized pocket—her most important safeguard for rewinds—and stepped into the Old District, determined to explore every room she could access.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when used with purpose, [Waste Guide]’s time-stop only made the Waste Index climb very slowly, though any action still added a bit of buff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d used this skill so often she knew exactly what idle activities gave her the best crit-rate buffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever Lightchaser taught her a skill, Rita would excuse herself for \"a quick drink of water\" or \"a bathroom break,\" slip away to practice in time-stop, and then return just as it ended—earning astonished praise for her \"genius comprehension.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first it worked. The elf would look surprised, sometimes even pat her head with a \"Not bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lightchaser was too sharp. Eventually she caught on. After teaching any combat technique, she’d say, \"You’ve got ten seconds to take a bathroom break. Then I start the test.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttering complaints about Lightchaser, Rita flipped open the notebook on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It showed a strange backpack—square, stuffed with duck eggs, with a cloud-like base and a crank on the side like a capsule toy machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The text wasn’t in English or Kasilanar script. She couldn’t read it, but she memorized a few unusual symbols anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was a petal-shaped cloud at the machine’s bottom right, another was a white bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the notebook, these two symbols sometimes swapped places. Weird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning back to the first page, Rita wandered through the house until she found a white bear watching TV in the living room—the owner of this little garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was adorable, more like an all-white panda than a polar bear, with round ears and no dark circles, its black eyes like two beans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t help but chuckle. \"Hilarious,\" she said before moving on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In time-stop, she always felt like the world was hers, free to express every fleeting thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the bear’s garden, she slipped into the neighboring mini-forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the Old District had gotten its name because so few lived here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten hours later, she’d scoured the place without finding anything special. Only eight residents lived here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By architecture and race, she divided the district into the \"Zoo\" and the \"Culture Quarter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zoo’s houses had a natural, primal charm, like Moonlight Marsh’s, which felt oddly comforting. All the residents were animals—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white bear, a white-gloved hedgehog playing violin, an otter lounging in a pool with snacks, and a pink mini-mantis she’d only spotted by accident while looking up at the flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Culture Quarter looked... cultured. The buildings were modern in design—also strangely nostalgic for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its residents were clearly the intellectual type:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A robed, white-masked figure reading a thick geography magazine over a massive nautical map covered in symbols she didn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Death Eater with a book. A black-haired woman grinding coffee. A boy in overalls sketching a comic—two bizarre scenes: a rabbit strangled by a human hand, and a coot smacked in the head with a rifle butt. No killers shown. No clue what the message was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita had nearly combed the whole district, but still found nothing special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These eight residents were also no pushovers—level 100, every stat over ten thousand. And even that might be fake data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those numbers, even if they stood still, she’d need a year to kill one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was the kind of \"god\" the solo match wanted her to kill... she’d have to tell the Bike her \"era\" had already *whooshed* past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it was possible the god was hidden among them, and those terrifying stats were just a disguise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With fourteen hours of time-stop left, Rita decided to scout elsewhere before making a choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On her way out of the Old District, she detoured past the white bear again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave its head a gentle pat and repeated, \"Hilarious,\" before leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>",1003,"2026-06-06T06:15:17.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","4c8f17cf34a7b6cfe10359de98f161dc875eea6611055b44fb34da5bc9062f07","this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-chapter-814","this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-chapter-812",1404,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-cover.jpg"]