Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 355 Is it turned on or off?
The nightmare's voice brought Wu Wang's thoughts back to the stage.
Looking at the yellow sponge block living inside the deep-sea pineapple, holding the microphone, it passionately exclaimed:

"Death Match - Ten contestants divided into five groups".

"Two different groups will compete against each other. A large number of different cards will appear randomly on the field. Only one person in each group can flip cards to make a judgment. Two cards can be flipped at a time."

"If the two cards turned over have the same image, then the other player in the same group has one chance to attack the opponent's attacker, and the player who turned over the cards can also turn over the cards again until two different cards are turned over!"

"Due to the group assignments, one group will receive a bye in this warm-up game! Which group will be the lucky ones?"

At this point, it seems no different from a normal memory game of flipping cards.

Wu Wang felt that things were definitely not that simple.

The factors that lead to death in the game are probably not just the attacks from the opposing team.

The game itself may contain some dangerous elements.

He noticed that the nightmare and the audience seemed quite excited.

A game that can excite so many viewers from all over the world.

It's definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

However, the rules of the game end there.

Then, the nightmare waved its hand.

A completely black cardboard box appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

Only a white opening was visible directly above.

It chuckled and said, "Now, please have the contestants form groups!"

"By the Lord of War, this program guarantees that the draw will be absolutely fair and just, conducted in the most chaotic manner, and there will be no deliberate manipulation of the grouping."

Looking at that pitch-black cardboard box.

Wu Wang also had no way of seeing what was inside.

After all, the [Vision of Truth] only shows what it sees.

He had no way of spying on the other things locked inside the cardboard box, as they were not exposed at all.

brush--

While everyone was still in the observation phase.

A piece of white paper flew out directly from the hole in the black box.

It landed squarely in the hands of the witch who was standing furthest away.

The withered tree branch in her hand was no longer considered an ordinary tree branch.

This is clearly some kind of magic wand.

He waved his wand, causing the white paper to gently fall into his hand.

There is only one Arabic numeral above – [1]

The others, including Wu Wang, looked at each other in bewilderment before also heading to the black box to draw lots.

A moment later, the grouped data was displayed.

The first group is the Witch and Wang Xianzhi, the second group is Panda and Fellow Daoist, the third group is the Predator and Gummy Bear, and the fourth group is Gargantuar and Shadow.

Finally, there's Wu Wang in the fifth group, whose partner is the Mongolian top laner.

The moment the grouping ended, a number plate appeared on each person's chest.

Immediately afterwards, the black cardboard box began to shake violently.

Nightmare shouted, "Now, each group, please send one player forward to draw their opponent!"

Upon hearing this, apart from Wu Wang and the witch's group...

Other groups seem to be starting to have some disagreements.

Since everyone is a stranger to each other, if they are forced to form a group, they will definitely need to choose a leader.

Otherwise, if everyone fights their own battles, they will definitely fall apart.

However, it is precisely because they are not familiar with each other.

So neither of them would submit to the other.

"What do you say, buddy? How about we have a manly duel?" Wu Wang smiled and looked at the Mongolian top laner.

This is the only low-level player on the field.

After experiencing the previous [Smiling Shelter], Wu Wang's level also rose to over level 20.

In a sense, he is no longer a novice.

In terms of skill level alone, he can be considered a high-level player.

It's just that his time with the Necropolis game was unbelievably short.

This is precisely because he often enters high-level players' dungeons at a low level.

Therefore, Wu Wang understood this even more clearly.

The more a player's level is mismatched with the current instance, the more mysterious their hidden secrets or strength become.

However, the Mongolian top laner timidly smiled and said, "Forget it, Brother Shengzi, you should draw the prize. I don't think I can beat you at anything."

"I've always had bad luck, and being matched into this dungeon is just my bad luck."

"I may not be able to help much with the game later, please forgive me."

This title made Wu Wang raise an eyebrow.

Holy Son's older brother? Does he know me?
He blurted out instinctively, "Can't beat anyone at anything? You even admit defeat when it comes to size? You're no good, bro!"

Mongolian top laner: "..."

What the hell is this all about?! How did the topic suddenly veer into comparing sizes?

But looking at Wu Wang's puzzled expression...

The other party also said awkwardly:
"My name is [Mongolian Top Laner] [Lv15], and I currently work in the Network Data Department of the Bureau of Extraordinary Events in the capital city."

"Your and Yan Shuangying's appearances have already spread throughout the Bureau of Strange Affairs, which is why I recognized you and took the liberty of calling you Holy Son Brother."

Upon hearing that they were from the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs...

Wu Wang, however, thought it made sense.

That's right. Since the contract restrictions were lifted, neither Yan Shuangying nor I have kept our appearances a secret anymore.

Individual players may not be paying much attention yet, but the three major organizations, especially the Tarot Society and the Bureau of Extraordinary Events within China, will definitely spread the word to some extent.

"Wait a minute, the network data department?" Wu Wang suddenly noticed a key point.

This doesn't sound like the elite special forces team that Xie Zhi used to belong to.

It even felt like just an administrative department.

He asked uncertainly, "And your combat strength..."

Faced with this question, the Mongolian top laner scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Sorry, it's just what you think. I'm just a clerical worker in the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, and my abilities are basically all in information processing."

"In direct combat, I'm rather clumsy, let alone high-level players."

He then sighed and repeated, "Sigh, I'm really unlucky."

Judging from his appearance, it doesn't seem like he's acting.

Even if you use the "Seeing of Truth" to peer into their inner thoughts, the result will be the same.

For a moment, Wu Wang was speechless.

Oh no, what an unlucky guy who accidentally stumbled into a high-level game!
There was no feigned weakness to exploit others, nor was there any ulterior motive in the scheme.

Because his equipment was mostly of the "high-quality" type.

Basically, you can't even see any "epic" content.

The shoes he was wearing appeared to be an "epic" level piece of equipment.

The effect...

Wu Wang was even more helpless.

The shoes are almost exclusively used for dodging and escaping.

"Alright, let's leave it at that." Wu Wang shrugged and said, "If we don't get a bye later, we'll follow my orders, okay?"

The Mongolian top laner nodded repeatedly, indicating that there was no problem.

As an office worker, he mainly deals with various data on a daily basis.

It would be asking too much of him to make any good command decisions in actual combat.

He walked back to the black cardboard box, reached into the hole, and grabbed a ball.

It is clearly marked with [A] above.

It's obvious that I didn't get a bye.

Because he saw the same letter balls in another group's hands.

In those few words he exchanged with the Mongolian top laner.

People in other groups also seemed to have reached some kind of consensus.

The current matchups are as follows:

Wu Wang and Mongolia's top laner faced off against Gargantuar and Youmuu, while Panda and Daoyou Qingliubu faced off against Predator and Gummy Bear.

On the contrary, the witch and Wang Xianzhi from the first group got a bye.

As the witch casually pointed her wand at two reclining chairs on the stage, Wang Xianzhi waved and cheered in his direction.

Wu Wang really wants to report that this program is rigged.

This is definitely something wrong!
Could Wang Xianzhi really be that lucky?

First, I teamed up with my own guild leader, and then I got a bye ball.

Compared to her, the Mongolian top laner next to her was like the other extreme.

It's another case of a low-level player accidentally entering a high-level game, and another instance of a civilian employee facing a direct attack.

If this kid's luck continues to be this bad.

It must have been tough for him to live to be this old.

"The draw is over! It's game time now!" Nightmare stood on the floating platform and flew around the crowd once.

The entire stage began to tremble violently in response to his voice.

It split into three in an instant.

The two opposing teams were each on a separate stage, while the witch and Wang Xianzhi watched their performance more like spectators.

"Attention, everyone! The Death Matchup is about to begin!"

"Let's start the game!"

Nightmare gave the order.

Wu Wang was shocked to find that the paving stones around the venue were shaking and turning over.

It made a continuous sound, like dominoes falling.

In no time, the stage floor tiles where he was standing all turned into large porcelain plaques that shimmered with a faint light.

Each piece is about the size of an A4 sheet of paper.

Furthermore, because the stage area is so large, the number of cards is almost uncountable.

Wu Wang couldn't help but twitch his lips. This was far more difficult than normal memory cards.

Speaking of which, if the two groups were to compete against each other...

Who goes first and who goes second?
As the program's host, Nightmare naturally considered this issue as well.

Holding the microphone, he cheerfully announced, "Everyone, let's decide who goes first by playing rock-paper-scissors..."

When those five words came out, Wu Wang's eyes lit up.

He really can't lose this one!

Unfortunately, Nightmare's tone shifted abruptly, saying, "Just kidding! Of course it's not that simple!"

"Remember the points I mentioned in the dream during the preliminary rounds? They really do come in handy."

"Your score will not depend on what you gain in the dream, but on your speed of completion and performance."

"Overall, the Widowmaker gets 100 points, the Mongolian top laner gets 40 points, the Garen gets 60 points, and the Shadow Shaman gets 90 points."

"This is a team game, so this side goes first!"

Nightmare pointed in the direction of the Gargantir group.

This made Wu Wang's expression even more complicated.

Looking at the Mongolian top laner, he complained, "Dude, those two brainless zombies have higher scores than you. Are you an actor sent by the show to mess with me?"

Faced with the teasing, the Mongolian top laner just scratched his head helplessly.

He didn't want to either!

In fact, he couldn't find a way out of the predicament at all in the virtual dream world.

However, they encountered a series of events, including a castle mutiny, a beast tide, a locust plague, and even a tsunami that submerged the continent.

Many of the events in the story were not even intentionally orchestrated by the nightmare.

It was just that the Mongolian top laner was really unlucky to encounter them.

Nightmare himself jumped out and said he had never seen such an unlucky guy.

They believe that such a contestant will definitely bring a lot of entertainment value to the show.

Therefore, he was selected from the dream as an exception.

The points were naturally pitifully low.

"Have both players understood the rules?"

"The game shall officially begin!"

The nightmare's voice still echoed on the stage thanks to the sound system.

Gargantuar and the Wraiths have already begun their operation.

dong dong——

The zombie's tall figure took two steps forward, blocking the ghost.

To prevent Wu Wang from seeing what kind of cards they had flipped over.

After all, this game is about more than just memories.

It's all about exploiting information asymmetry.

The rules don't say you can't cover up the card you flipped over.

Click——

I heard the sound of the floor tiles turning over behind Gagantl.

The Mongolian top laner appeared as if his feet were oiled, arriving at Gagant's side at an extremely bizarre angle.

They tried to see clearly what brand they were flipping over.

Unfortunately, the opponent's zombie body was simply too large.

It was defended as tightly as a mountain fortress.

Just by moving a step, the view was completely blocked again.

Just as the Mongolian top laner was getting anxious and wanted to ask Wu Wang what to do,

But I found my older brother dozing off with his eyes closed.

It even made strange snoring sounds.

"Holy crap! Are you serious, Holy Son? Is this a place for sleeping?" he couldn't help but complain.

Little did they know, Wu Wang appeared to have closed his eyes at this moment.

In reality, two eyes quietly peeked out from under Gargantir's heels, following the shadow.

Look toward the sign that the shadow had flipped open.

Boom——

Suddenly, on this stage under a clear, cloudless sky.

A strange sound suddenly rang out.

At the same time, a thunderclap struck heavily among the crowd.

It hit the ghost perfectly, who was still examining the pattern on the floor tiles.

Perhaps it is due to its unique characteristic of not having a physical form.

The lightning did not cause any damage.

It only left some black marks on the floor tiles.

These traces also disappeared within a few breaths.

Clearly, the game provided by the production team did not want anyone to make marks on the floor tiles.

"No...no, lightning doesn't strike randomly." Wu Wang looked at the spot where the lightning struck.

He managed to see it clearly in the instant the lightning flashed.

The card the other party turned over was—

[Lightning bolt symbol]!
"So, in this game, the person who flips the card will also be attacked by the content of the card?"

Then Wu Wang looked at the second plaque that the ghost had flipped over.

The top part is shaped like a sword.

The moment the floor tile sign was flipped over.

A simple, unadorned sword instantly appeared above the ghost's head.

It pierced right through it with lightning speed.

It has to be said that this guy is actually quite lucky.

Although the same pattern did not appear.

However, the attacks depicted in the image are all physical, and it's completely irrelevant to a monster like this.

Immediately after the ghost flipped over two cards.

And they become inconsistent.

The two floor tiles bounced once and then flipped back over, as if they were alive.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

"It's your turn..."

The ghost spoke for the first time.

The sound was somewhat like two rusty iron rods rubbing against each other, quite grating.

The Mongolian top laner, who was still outmaneuvering Gargantuar and exploiting his vision control, stopped.

With a somewhat helpless expression, he walked back to Wu Wang's side.

"Brother Holy Son, what do we do next?"

"I couldn't see clearly what he was flipping over, but this game seems to be going to be a long one."

Even if you couldn't see the pattern, the sudden thunderclap was something everyone would have noticed.

The Mongolian top laner immediately deduced that the lightning bolt and the card flipped by the ghost were related.

If that's the case.

Then I might really be a burden to the widow.

Because whether you're the one flipping the card or the attacker.

He was clearly inferior to the two dungeon creatures opposite him.

With the constant flipping of cards and attacks from patterns, the ghost can definitely withstand more damage than its mortal self.

Gargantuar's zombie giant form was clearly more suited to a head-on fight than his own, and he would probably be the first to fall in a mutual attack.

Once our side can no longer hold on...

The widow faces only two possible outcomes—

He will either be declared the loser, or he will have to shoulder the responsibility of both flipping the card and attacking.

Neither of these outcomes is something to laugh about!

However, there are concerns about the Mongolian top laner.

Wu Wang suddenly grinned.

He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'm appointing you as the flop player now."

"Next, I'll tell you which piece to flip, and you flip that one."

"Start by moving three steps from the 12 o'clock position. After flipping that, go to the position ten squares to the left and flip that too. Then go to the position 20 steps from the 1 o'clock position and connect to the sign 100 steps back..."

Listen to Wu Wang rattle off the order in which a large number of cards should be turned over, as if reciting a menu.

He seemed completely confident that every two pieces he turned out would be identical.

And they were also confident that they could withstand the pattern attack.

This made the Mongolian top laner a little flustered, and he asked:

"Brother, you didn't actually open one, did you?"

He was not a pedantic person.

It's obvious that cheating is perfectly acceptable under these circumstances.

Even Nightmare wouldn't say anything; on the contrary, he'd hope their cheating would bring more entertainment value.

The key question is how the widow managed to do it?
Isn't this game only just beginning?

This isn't like playing poker where you can hide cards in your sleeve beforehand!

Wu Wang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and said:
What does "open" mean?

"I never turned it off!"

At this moment, a large amount of information about the floor tile signs appeared in his eyes.

Go and say what you have to say to my [Vision of Truth].

We are all living hard.

(End of this chapter)