[{"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-818":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},1532425,1991,"Chapter 818: Divine Game – Card Swap 67","this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-chapter-818",818,"\u003Cp>Before the solo match began, Rita had already dug up Mojie’s game records and read through multiple analyses about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the ability to steal one category of a target’s gains from the past six hours—whether it was stats, skills, wealth, or gear. If he wanted it, he could take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only weakness of such a frightening skill was that it could be used only once per day, and only on one category at a time. Would he take wealth or skills? Stats or equipment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Rita saw Mojie again, her first thought wasn’t about killing him—it was about how she could get her hands on that skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since she learned about it, she had been turning over the problem in her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was a god-granted innate ability, she could swap it with \\[Moment of Reversal].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could \\[No Logic], the cognition-twisting skill, work somehow? Among the thousand-plus god-granted abilities she’d seen in the sewers, was there one she could use to acquire it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it could also be from some special item. But an item of that caliber would be bound, without a doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mojie’s expression wasn’t much better than hers—in fact, his was graver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ability might be fearsome, but Moonlight Marsh’s Rita had time stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she couldn’t affect other players during the stop, freezing time alone was enough to handle most crises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All his advantages could vanish in a blink—literally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he tracked down the god, he could still end up facing a time stop mid-fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was someone who’d gone one-against-seventeen with only a sliver of HP. He wasn’t about to take her lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, until Moonlight Marsh Rita set her sights on him, he had no intention of picking a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood there, locked in a silent standoff, both hyper-alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita worried that any skill or hint she’d learned might be stolen in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mojie worried that one blink later, he’d open his eyes to find a dagger buried in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both glanced upward at the same moment, toward the right-hand rooftop—where another uninvited guest stood. Pine Bloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three formed a triangle on the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the three, Mojie was the most tense. He knew exactly what Pine Bloom could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita wasn’t nearly as concerned. Her god-granted talents, aside from \\[Brief Hibernation], all required casting materials. And \\[Brief Hibernation] was a form of mental control—it ended the moment HP dropped below 20%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant that at her current 0.724% HP, the skill wouldn’t affect her at all, even if Pine Bloom borrowed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If \\[Borrow It for a Bit]—Pine Bloom’s god-granted Skill 5—hadn’t been locked to pair with her \\[Wrong Season], she’d have tried to swap for it on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension between the three slowed the fighting among the spectators just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first to move was Rita.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blurred forward toward Mojie, and as she dashed, her form split—one body striking straight at him, the other, a shadow, peeling away and heading back to loot corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every contestant could carry three magical items. When they died, anything not soulbound would drop into the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spatial storage items issued by the schools weren’t soulbound—they just had basic info locks, like the door lock on a treetop tower. Someone skilled could break them open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soulbinding was harder—only the true owner could undo it. It was almost as if the schools were warning students: think carefully before binding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Rita’s cold, unreadable eyes locked on him and she charged without a shred of hesitation, Mojie knew there was no avoiding the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t use \\[Low-Risk Investment]—his deprive skill—to strip away her god hints. Doing so would only paint a target on him for Pine Bloom as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted to Pine Bloom instead, \"Team up with me. I’ll give you the last hit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pine Bloom only gave him a gentle smile... then turned and bolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way she was staying—she’d been here a while and had already seen it. Rita was clearly using some HP lock skill. She couldn’t be scratched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mojie knew it too—he’d been backing off even as he shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly realized there was no escaping. Rita’s skill was impossible to counter, and she wasn’t letting him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that was the case...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He topped off his HP, threw up a shield, and used \\[Low-Risk Investment] on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant it succeeded, he crushed the golden pickaxe in his hand—the standard-issue spatial gear from Deep Sea Mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his consciousness faded, he gave Rita a sharp, mocking smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted her to think she’d failed, losing her god hints for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what he saw instead was a calm, unreadable face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita was calm because this was exactly what she’d wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no better chance. Mojie wouldn’t know she’d learned a skill in the game, so if he used his deprive skill, he’d definitely choose god hints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might be another whole year before she saw him again in the Divine Game. She needed to plant a seed of \\[Low-Risk Investment] on herself now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe she’d find a way to claim it entirely. Or maybe an opportunity would arise where she needed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the god hints?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t recall them anymore—but she remembered the conclusions she’d drawn:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The hints contradict each other.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The so-called god isn’t just one single target.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s very likely they’re us, the contestants.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One of the hints pointed directly at her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if not, she could still use the snowman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if that failed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow that had gone looting returned, carrying a trench coat knotted into a bundle stuffed with magical items, and in its hand, a blood-stained white robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the robe were god hints, written in blood with a pen made from dried leaves. The shadow had been jotting them down during her fight with Mojie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rita took the robe, scanned the hints quickly, then used \\[Calm Down a Second] to burn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hint read: \"They hosted a ball game in the Old District.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vague clue—but as the one involved, she knew it likely referred to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when the suspicion formed—that the \"god\" might be the contestants themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were the case, the contradictions between the hints made perfect sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like not every holder of a \\[Demon’s Pass] was truly a demon, maybe nothing said the god had to match the image people had of one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only a hypothesis, but once the thought took root, it wouldn’t go away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needed to test it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If \"god\" really meant the contestants, then why hadn’t she completed the task after killing so many?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because killing them didn’t count as \"finding them\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was it that the so-called god was any contestant holding a Demon’s Pass?\u003C\u002Fp>",1143,"2026-06-06T06:15:17.769Z",1,"novelbin.me","7624bb97447442a7d5bfb68c4f278d324d964e9715490829cfac44fdcfa26645","this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-chapter-819","this-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-chapter-817",1404,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-life-i-will-be-the-protagonist-cover.jpg"]