Deceitful Game

Chang Ning's current appearance is far more terrifying than his childish voice.

His appearance was clearly modeled after a rather handsome man, and his arms were incredibly strong—one arm was well-proportioned and long, while the other was so thick that it was clumsy.

His torso was strong and fair-skinned, with well-defined eight-pack abs.

Every part of her body, taken individually, could be considered perfect. However, when pieced together, it creates a chaotic and discordant feeling.

It's like when you're playing a game called "Love Nikki" and you cobble together a completely mismatched outfit in order to get high stats.

This asymmetry made him look so terrifying.

At that moment, Chang Ning suddenly threw a punch, and a strong wind whistled through the air.

Mingpo slightly tilted her head to the right to avoid the attack, but showed no fear whatsoever.

He lowered his body slightly, twisted his waist and hips, and advanced instead of retreating!

He swung his fist in a strange arc, smashing it hard into Chang Ning's chin from his blind spot!

Chang Ning was clearly caught off guard by this attack, and he spat out his saliva.

He swayed for a moment, then took two steps back before recovering.

However, Mingpo did not pursue them.

After making that move, he stopped in place.

Just as he attacked Chang Ning, a line of text suddenly appeared above Chang Ning's head:

Frankenstein

At the same time, his own title appeared above Mingpo's head:

【human wolf】

…Is that so?

Mingpo suddenly understood why one of the rewards of the Deceitful Game was a "title".

Because for charlatans who cannot reveal their identities in the real world, they always need another identity.

Whether it's cooperation, competition, confrontation, or slaughter, there always needs to be a name for it.

Compared to names one chooses arbitrarily, these titles, which are derived through evaluation and whose "nicknames" align with a person's personality and behavioral logic, are clearly fairer and more objective.

"Frankenstein...the monster of science."

Mingpo tilted her head, and her neck cracked with a crisp sound: "Is this your title?"

"Did you earn this title because you pieced yourself together to resemble this monster... or did you gain this title and thus acquire the ability to do so?"

"snort……"

Chang Ning didn't reply, only sneered: "Just a Bronze-level Deceiver, acting like he's discovered something amazing. It's just common sense... Don't make a fool of yourself!"

As he spoke, he lifted the chair he was sitting on with one hand.

It was a rather heavy gaming chair, but in Chang Ning's hands it felt as light as a baseball bat.

He swung the chair repeatedly with his right hand, producing a mournful whooshing sound.

He swung the chair three times in succession, each swing powerful enough to knock someone unconscious instantly. Yet, all three swings missed their mark—

Mingper's reaction speed exceeded his expectations.

He didn't even make any significant movements; he simply dodged all the attacks.

At this moment, Chang Ning, enraged, threw the gaming chair in his hand with one hand!

It sped away like a cannonball with a bang.

At that speed and at that distance, Mingpo instantly realized that he absolutely could not dodge, so he could only cross his hands in front of him and lower his head to deflect the force.

boom!

He was thrown off his feet by the chair and his body crashed into the back.

That was not a wall.

Instead, there were countless old-fashioned televisions.

Those square, boxy televisions with slightly curved, protruding screens, which hadn't been used for many years. They were stacked together, forming an uneven wall.

When Mingpo slammed it down, it activated the walls.

Starting with him, all the television sets turned on one after another. The illuminated screens spread outwards like ripples.

The images on each screen are completely different.

"Charge for 5 minutes, talk for 2 hours!"

"Refreshingly cool, my heart soars!"

"Without buying, there would be no killing..."

From weather forecasts to the evening news, and even cartoons, movies, and GoG...

In an instant, the cacophony of sounds drowned out the small space and illuminated the space that was only lit by a dim red light source.

"……Oh."

Mingpo slowly stood up, his body covered in wounds. But he showed no sign of tension or caution; instead, he laughed out loud: "Should I say it's reassuring, or is it fortunate... at least you're not a 'Year' level charlatan?"

"That makes sense. If someone with your aptitude could reach the level of a year-old, then the game of deception probably wouldn't be very interesting."

"...Years? How could you think that?"

Chang Ning paused, then realized: "Because I just said that Coco had an accident a few years ago?"

"I know the exact time, so there's no need to say 'go back a few years.' I just need to change the date to October 14, 2024."

He wasn't in a hurry to attack Mingpo; instead, he really wanted to chat with Mingpo about something.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Chang Ning greatly respects Mingpo, who managed to pass the "father-in-law's death test" he designed—after all, even Gu Tao himself probably couldn't pass such a challenge. Therefore, it's natural that some of Chang Ning's respect for Gu Tao was transferred to Mingpo.

But perhaps there's another possibility... that he feels he has the victory in his grasp.

Because the two have an overwhelming difference in their titles and ranks.

"So... you're only at the 'Sun' level?"

"Pyrite grade? Yeah, but so what?"

Chang Ning smiled and said, "The initial title and the title that has been promoted are completely different in performance. The initial title is something that any mortal can do... but I am already completely different from mortals."

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

A piece of rebar appeared out of thin air in his hand.

When he exerted force with his right hand, the steel pipe visibly deformed.

"Did you see that?"

He said, almost boastfully, "This is the power of Frankenstein!"

"...The power of 'Frankenstein'?"

Mingpo repeated his words, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

But he didn't say anything, he just stood up unsteadily.

His arms had been in excruciating pain and were probably bruised, but thankfully he had managed to distribute the force properly, so at least there were no fractures. And in the short time he had gained by chatting with the other person, both arms had almost fully recovered.

The wound on my right little finger, which had been bleeding profusely, has almost completely closed. Although no new finger has grown back, at least it no longer affects my mobility.

—The "slow healing" effect of the Werewolf ability is much stronger than Mingbo had anticipated.

"Since you can clearly state that you returned to a certain day two years ago..."

Mingpo slowly stood up and said, "I suppose you've already changed the past."

"Yes."

With pride in his heart, Chang Ning said with his head held high: "I corrected her death—now Coco is surely living the right life."

"So," Mingbo asked again, "how did you make the corrections?"

How does she view this matter?

"And why do you still harbor such intense hatred for Gu Tao?"