Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 378 I didn't say the game was over

Fellow Daoist, please wait! I'm sweating profusely.

He could tell who was making the noise outside.

It shouldn’t be!
With the witch already insane and killing indiscriminately, shouldn't the widows who were on the same team as her be the first to suffer?

The widow should be dead by now!
Suddenly, the image of the widow breaking through all laws with a single sword during the Civilization Competition began to appear in his mind.

That astonishing sword strike is still vivid in my mind.

"By the way! The widow is the only one among us capable of facing the president of the Tarot Club head-on!"

"Moreover, he relied on the strong reasoning ability he had previously demonstrated."

"They must have sensed the witch's strange behavior and tried to escape, and they also temporarily gathered all the NPCs together to prevent them from being harmed!"

"Great! Now all we need to do is figure out how to gain his trust and shift all the blame onto the Tarot Club president!"

After quickly calming down.

Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment and immediately prepare a countermeasure.

He took out the diamond-shaped gem and waved it at the lamp next to him.

The desk lamp, which was supposed to emit soft light for illumination, suddenly transformed into a bizarre ball of light that continuously emitted scorching rays.

That was a sun totem that the primitive people in the Panda tribe regarded as a symbol of their faith.

The intense heat it emits is not fatal; it only causes skin ulceration and excruciating pain to anyone who comes into contact with it.

Those primitive people firmly believed that those who had been affected by it and persevered until their bodies returned to normal without screaming were the tribal warriors chosen by the totem.

This is a tribal ritual centered on suffering!
As for which revered deity they worship, there's no need to elaborate.

Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment. He gritted his teeth and leaned his shoulder over.

He let one of the scorching rays hit him directly.

Within a few seconds.

The skin on his shoulder was visibly festering and rotting, emitting a nauseating stench, and it was spreading rapidly downwards, only stopping slightly when it reached the side of his thigh.

His face was pale, as if he had endured some great pain.

Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment, for this is the only chance you have to gain the trust of the widow.

If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way!

He had to act as if he had narrowly escaped death from the witch's clutches...

Okay, although I really did escape death just now.

But to make it more believable, one needs to have some injuries and look miserable.

Despite the pain in his shoulder, he put the desk lamp back to normal.

He limped over and opened the door.

Looking at the widow's ambiguous smile, he didn't have time to think about why she had that expression.

He immediately started playing the victim—

"He's gone mad! The president of the Tarot Club has gone mad!"

"Desire Saint! You should have realized it too, right? She's definitely the real culprit!"

"When Shadow and I returned to the hall after hearing about the second round of voting, she stopped pretending and immediately attacked me!"

"Shadow has most likely met a tragic end! I wonder how the other players are doing! Go and inform them quickly!"

Fellow Daoist, please wait! While displaying his miserable injuries, he asked Wu Wang in a terrified tone to inform the other contestants.

He seemed like a good teammate who, despite being seriously injured, still cared about his companions.

There was no flaw in his tone or expression.

To be honest, at this moment Wu Wang even wanted to award him the Oscar.

But what came out of his mouth was—

"Why the hell are you imitating me limping like that? Are you looking down on me?"

"Watch me kick that cripple's good leg!"

He wasn't just saying it; he actually kicked the normal leg of the guy who said, "Fellow Daoist, please stay."

The other person gritted their teeth and dodged with apparent difficulty.

With an innocent and helpless expression, he asked blankly, "What are you doing? Weren't you attacked by a witch?"

Stop talking, fellow Daoist, please stay. I'm caught up in this situation and can't see through it anymore.

Even the audience outside the arena didn't understand what Wu Wang and the witch were trying to do when they first started "going on a killing spree".

After all, no one would have thought of such an absurd reasoning as "beating up everyone".

To be precise, this isn't even deduction anymore!
Therefore, the current Daoist is very convinced of their own speculation.

The widow is definitely the first person to be attacked by the witch!
He must be testing me right now!
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to say something...

Then Wu Wang teased, "Did you hear that? This guy is talking bad about you. He said you're crazy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fellow Daoist saw a group of NPCs emerging from behind Wu Wang.

A familiar yet terrifying figure emerged.

The wizard's hat on the other person's head grinned and shouted, "Azkaban! Azkaban! You're going to be assigned to Azkaban!"

This time, the witch did not refute it.

Instead, he agreed, saying, "Don't worry, he's not only going to Azkaban, he's also going to eat some big melons."

After saying that, she walked past Wu Wang.

They approached the room door step by step.

The two men's sinister grins resembled those of demons emerging from hell.

boom--

The fellow Daoist took a step back and quickly closed the door.

Leaning against that door that offered him absolutely no sense of security, he felt his heart pounding wildly, like an ant on a hot pan.

Of course, even more chaotic than his heartbeat was his thoughts.

Holy crap! Am I doing something wrong?
Why would the widow and the witch appear together?

Have the two strongest players gone mad together?

Suddenly, the fellow Daoist thought of an unbelievable possibility—

"Nightmare said that the game ends when there are only two players left."

"Could it be that these two families intend to wipe everyone out, leaving only the two of them to forcibly end the game?"

"Damn it! Those two lunatics! They even killed members of the Tarot Club! They even killed their own people?"

Thinking of this, fellow Daoist felt completely numb.

Never before had any instance of violence in which he had experienced been resolved in such an unbelievable way.

Now, it seems only he and these two lunatics are left in the game.

Running away all the time isn't a solution.

After all, the voting countdown has already begun. If these two lunatics can't catch me, I can go to the room to vote and eliminate them directly.

In a two-to-one situation, I'm certain I'll lose the voting round!

The fellow Daoist suddenly remembered that when the widow mentioned that she was imitating his limp, he had a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his thigh to bandage his wound.

"The widow is injured! He might not be as strong as I thought!"

At this moment, the fellow Daoist thought of what he considered to be the only way to break the deadlock.

Since there are only three players left alive, I can use this tactic to reduce the number of players to two and win!
Just kill the widow!

The game is over!

It's not impossible for me to achieve this, wielding the diamond-shaped gem and gaining home-field advantage!
Moreover, he hasn't been voted out yet because he's the real culprit.

Therefore, the victor will not be the witch, but himself!

Upon thinking of this, a raging fire immediately ignited in the fellow Daoist's heart.

He had never felt such a passionate fighting spirit.

My entire mind was consumed by the desire to win.

boom--

When the door behind me suddenly lit up with dazzling starlight and exploded.

The fellow Daoist's figure vanished the moment the two outside rushed in.

However, when the witch unfolded the [Living Map] to see where he went.

But then he saw the words "Fellow Daoist, please stay" right next to him.

"It seems he hasn't left; he's still hiding here..."

Before she could even offer a reminder.

They discovered that the originally hard floor seemed to have developed a certain softness.

It looked like a wriggling tongue rising and falling, covered with invisible mucus and barbs.

Wu Wang, who possesses the [Sight of Truth], can see that the arena environment on the other side of the Predator's vision has gone completely insane.

All sorts of dangerous behemoths surged out from inside.

Right now, a creature that looks like a lizard has rolled up their tent and is about to swallow it whole.

He immediately used the [Seven Stars Step] to teleport away.

The lizard behemoth closed its gaping maw and swallowed the tent whole.

As for witches?

Wu Wangcai wasn't worried about this "super power" at all!

In his reasoning, there should have been no one capable of defeating the witch before the summoning ritual was completely successful.

Did you put up such a fierce resistance in an attempt to escape in the chaos?
No, his target is me!

Wu Wang's lips curled into a slight smile. Yes, that's right, everything is proceeding according to his plan…

As a "super-intelligent" individual, Wu Wang naturally knew that voting for the real culprit now would guarantee a win.

There's no need to even care where the fellow Daoist is hiding.

But he wants more than just to win.

Instead, it's about getting something from the other person.

If you vote now, that thing will likely disappear by the end of the game.

The next second, a hand with festering skin, clutching a red gourd, silently emerged from the door behind Wu Wang.

Fellow Daoist has once again altered the spatial connections of the building!

"Please turn around, baby!" A soft voice came from behind the door.

In an instant, a white light, completely invisible to the naked eye, shot out from his hand.

It flew straight toward Wu Wang's neck.

Wu Wang moved so fast that he didn't even have time to turn his head.

Although this Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is definitely not genuine, it is still an unparalleled and powerful weapon for surprise attacks.

When it brushes against the other person's neck.

The fellow Daoist revealed an expression of ecstatic joy.

I won! I won!

To hell with this Tarot Club president! What a load of bull, this "Son of Desire"!
I am the ultimate winner!

However, he suddenly saw Wu Wang slowly turn his head and reveal a mysterious smile.

His lips moved slightly, uttering four words: "I've found you..."

Click——

The head of the widow in front of us was completely severed.

The entire corpse collapsed helplessly to the ground in front of the fellow Daoists, turning into a wisp of green smoke.

In the instant that the fellow Daoist was dumbfounded by this scene.

A hand gently patted his shoulder from behind.

The voice, which instilled fear in him, whispered, "Are you looking for me?"

Immediately, the fellow Daoist felt a chill run down his spine.

He pushed the door open and took a step forward, ready to rush out.

By altering the spatial connections, one can escape through this door and hide again.

However, the imagined obstruction and attack did not occur.

Wu Wang simply let his fellow Daoist push open the door and rush out.

But the next second, he realized something was wrong.

"How come I'm still here!?" The fellow cultivator discovered that the spatial connection had not been altered.

This door still leads to the corridor.

Instead of the other doors he imagined.

Enraged, he turned around and roared, "What have you done!"

But then they saw Wu Wang playing with something familiar in his hand.

He joked, "With your level of vigilance, you should probably avoid going to the train station in the future. Sooner or later, someone will even find your underwear."

That's right! It wasn't Wu Wang himself who knocked on the door from the very beginning!
It was actually a clone he summoned during his previous battle with the Shadow.

He guessed that Fellow Daoist, Please Stay, would ultimately choose to kill him.

They also learned from the witch that the other party could control the spatial connections of the building.

Therefore, he changed his appearance and physique and hid among the guides.

It's about waiting for the moment when the enemy shows up and the attack succeeds.

Humans are very arrogant creatures.

When people think they have victory in their grasp, they tend to let their guard down.

Just like a tightrope walker is prone to falling in the last three steps.

When Daoist, please stay, you see Wu Wang's head being cut off, and you think you've won the game.

The real Wu Wang secretly extended his filthy little hand—

【Flying Dragon Reaching the Clouds Hand】!
Now, he has stolen what he was curious about.

That rhombus-shaped gemstone belongs exclusively to the real culprit!
This is also why you suddenly can't change the spatial connection.

"This is mine!" the other person roared, his eyes red, as he lunged forward.

He grabbed a handful of props, trying to take back the rhombus-shaped gem.

Unexpectedly, a glimmer of starlight appeared on his waist.

"Lmmobulus (Immobilization spell)!"

The witch's wooden staff poked the Taoist's waist.

She stood behind him, leaned close to his ear, and said fiercely, "Ready to devour this big melon?"

His gaze passed over her and the others who asked him to stay.

Wu Wang saw that the giant lizard beast in the arena had transformed into a tiny, adorable gecko the size of a palm.

That's right! It really is Treecko from Pokémon!

God knows what the witch did to it to cause such a drastic change in its size and appearance.

The rhombus-shaped gemstone was stolen, and the gemstone itself was imprisoned.

Fellow Daoist, please stay. I am in utter despair.

But he neither broke down in anger nor bravely faced death.

He just kept repeating the same sentence, as if he were high:

"Give it back to me...Give it back to me..."

The witch's gaze fell upon Wu Wang.

After all, it was this guy who suggested catching the real culprit instead of voting to end the game.

She also wanted to know what the other party was planning to do.

But Wu Wang stood there with a frown, not saying a word.

His forehead veins bulged and his hands trembled slightly.

His gaze was sometimes serious, sometimes confused.

It was as if he was engaged in a fierce internal struggle with something.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" the witch asked when she saw him like this.

He then planned to use his staff to knock the rhombus-shaped gem from her hand.

After all, no matter how you look at it, there's something strange about this thing, right?

However, just as she was about to make her move...

Wu Wang hugged the rhombus-shaped gemstone in his hand.

His tone turned terrified, and seemed to contain a strong roar of anger—

"Mine! This is mine! No one is allowed to take it away!"

He immediately squatted down, stood up, and bared his teeth, looking like a cub guarding its food.

The next second, Wu Wang suddenly burst out of the door.

The person vanished instantly.

The spatial connections of the gate have been altered!
He used an ability that only the real culprit possesses!

This bizarre change baffled the witch.

Turning to look at the somewhat eccentric fellow Daoist, I asked him to stop.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "What the hell is going on?!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Meanwhile, the nightmare outside the arena revealed a sinister smile.

He muttered to himself, "Heh heh, I never said the game was over."

"Now it's finally your turn to suffer, isn't it?"

As the host of the "Disaster Comedy Show".

He has hosted 99 episodes of this show.

[The Murderer] is actually the only game that will reappear.

Because of both the intrigue between the contestants and the eerie mystery surrounding the building itself.

Each episode brings a different kind of entertainment to the audience.

Of course, there have been instances where the real culprit's rhombus-shaped gem was stolen by others.

But this will not ruin the visual experience of the game.

On the contrary, it will push the program's effect to another climax!
Because it is like the One Ring in The Lord of the Rings, capable of bewitching and corrupting the mind of any holder.

Whoever obtains the rhombus-shaped gem will be controlled by it and will try every means to perform a summoning ritual.

Only Nightmare knew that it was provided to the program by a certain venerable one.

This is probably the most precious treasure here!

The rhombus-shaped gemstone also has a name that is not known to the audience.

It's called—【Fragments of the Past】!
(End of this chapter)