Deceitful Game

Mingpo's lips curled up slightly as she calmly said, "Xiao Ke."

"Frankenstein of the Realm of Power..."

Upon hearing this, the woman known as the "Diplomat of the Moon" paused slightly.

The man's expression changed slightly.

He seemed somewhat intimidated, giving Gao Fan a deep look as he looked down, but his tone softened considerably: "A title that hasn't evolved yet... but it sounds extraordinary. May I ask what level of title it is?"

"The fake gold of the sun".

"I see, I understand now!"

The "Iron-Blooded Leader" nodded repeatedly: "So that's a master who performed exceptionally well in the 'Sun' level dungeons... Since you're such a distinguished guest, we must exchange information. Please, have a seat."

After he finished speaking, he led Mingpo to the living room.

The living room is unsurprisingly colorful, which means everything is usable.

Even the smart screen, which was almost as tall as a wall, was lit up... and a movie that had probably been downloaded in advance was playing on it.

Mingpo glanced at it and immediately recognized it as "First Blood." It was a very old movie.

"The kitchen here is still usable," the chief said with a smile. "I'll go get some drinks—what would you like? Tea, milk, beer, or cola?"

"Cola, please."

Mingbo smiled. "Canned is best."

It's not that he particularly likes drinking cola—it's just that he's a little uneasy about the other drinks.

"You should come and help too, Xiao Gao."

With that, the man led Xiao Gao into the inner room.

Soon, you could hear deliberately hushed conversations coming from the other end.

Mingpo strained her ears slightly, but still couldn't make out the sounds inside. Clearly, this distance and this sound were things they had prepared in advance.

The "Diplomat of the Moon" sat directly next to Minpe.

Her expression shifted several times as she looked at Mingpo.

She couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Where...did you get this title?"

Upon hearing this, Mingpo raised an eyebrow.

"You should know that this question is very rude."

His voice was deep.

"sorry!"

The woman bowed her head in apology, but then immediately looked up at Mingpo with tear-filled eyes: "I really want to know..."

"Promotion ceremony in progress."

"...Just as I expected."

She murmured, "Xiao Ning... he really was..."

"Do you know Changning's nickname?"

Mingpo spoke, asking softly, "Did he tell you?"

"Um... he didn't tell me, I saw it myself."

She spoke frankly, pointing to her eyes: "My title, which I evolved once, gives me an intelligence advantage. If I reveal my secrets to someone under the moonlight, I can find out their title."

"It was then that I realized his title had changed from 'virtue' to 'strength'..."

"I see."

Mingpo nodded slowly, then suddenly asked, "Have you told Gao Fan about it?"

"no."

She shook her head: "He would be very sad... A friend he once trusted has gone astray."

...A wrong turn?

Upon hearing this, Mingpo seemed to be deep in thought.

Could it be... that other people can't switch titles by drinking?

So Mingpo casually said, "Maybe he'll switch back later."

"It's very difficult."

The woman sighed: "Once the title changes, it means that the style of doing things has undergone a complete transformation. Otherwise, it would just be a modification of the original title."

"We let him go back then because we thought... as a deceiver from the Realm of Virtue, he wouldn't lack companions. After all, the Realm of Virtue has a natural disadvantage in the game of deception, but its advantage is that it can gain the trust of others outside the game."

"Speaking of which..."

Mingpo suddenly spoke up: "Actually, I used to be in the Domain of Virtue as well."

"—You too?"

Upon hearing this, the woman paused for a moment, then immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't know... I didn't mean it was bad..."

As she spoke, a green light shone from her pupils.

Immediately afterwards, Mingpo felt a bit of goodwill towards her.

That was a powerful affinity that seemed to allow one to tell the other person any secret.

"Yes, I used to be from the Domain of Virtue..."

Mingpo sighed, "I don't know where my former teammates have gone. Even if the world has changed, they should be able to find me."

"In fact, it was only when I heard you say that 'the deceivers in the realm of virtue must have companions' that I realized I must have had companions as well."

"How did I go from the realm of virtue to where I am now...?"

"You...don't know either?" a woman's soft voice rang out.

"yes."

Mingpo nodded and sighed.

He reached out and gently stroked the other person's cheek.

The other person's gaze remained fixed on Mingpo's neck—the suture line on her cheek.

Do you recognize this face?

Mingpo said, "This is something I peeled off Chang Ning's face."

The woman shook her head, a mixture of sadness and emotion in her voice—Mingpo didn't know how much of it was real and how much was an act.

She said softly, "Actually, our relationship with him wasn't that close... It's just that our initial game was a wilderness survival game. Xiao Fan, Xiao Ning, and I were all survivors in that game."

"Xiao Ning always wants to save everyone, even wanting to share our food with strangers... This troubles us a lot."

"So, that's how you ended up with the team you have now, is that right?"

Mingpo spoke, asking softly.

"yes……"

A hint of respect appeared on the woman's face: "The current captain is a truly qualified captain. He puts the team first and has never let us suffer a loss."

"yes."

Mingpo suddenly said, "But I heard Gao Fan say that you sold him."

Upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed across the woman's face.

But she quickly concealed her embarrassment and unease.

She said calmly and composedly, "That happened when the captain and I were participating in the [Adventure] game. At that time, Xiao Fan said he didn't have enough chips, so we contacted this game for him."

"Half of the chips we gained from that loan deal went to Gao Fan. The other half was stored as team resources—our team reserve fund, which we use to cover expenses when the team encounters problems."

"I see."

Mingpo nodded, as if he believed her.

He glanced at the wall, then casually asked, "How often do you participate in the game?"

"Time doesn't mean much to us anymore... I'll probably participate once every one or two months."

As the woman spoke, she suddenly added, "However, Gao Fan participates more frequently. Sometimes he goes with the captain, and sometimes he goes with me. He participates in the game about twice a month... but he's timid and almost always barely survives, so he hasn't accumulated many chips."

"And what about you? How much have you accumulated?"

Mingpo's words had become more aggressive.

The woman felt somewhat uneasy about this.

A faint green light flashed in the depths of her eyes once more, and Mingpo's fondness for her increased even further.

At this point, the woman felt slightly relieved, but still tried her best to explain that her savings were insufficient: "Actually, our savings are almost exhausted. Although adventure games have almost no death penalty, the rewards are relatively poor... We, as opportunists in the balanced realm, can only barely participate in these scavenging-like games. Most of the time we lose money; it's a miracle if we come back alive."

"I see……"

Mingpo nodded, her words filled with heartfelt gratitude, even her deliberately lowered Batman-like voice returned to its original tone: "Thank you."

"It's nothing."

The woman smiled broadly, her cheeks flushed: "Can I call you Brother Xiao too?"

"certainly."

Mingpo spoke softly, cupping her face in both hands: "Could you close your eyes?"

Seemingly anticipating what Mingpo was about to do, the woman closed her eyes and slightly raised her cheeks.

A faint crimson light flickered in Mingpo's pupils.

—Crunch.

With almost no resistance, Mingper twisted her head off.

It's as easy as unscrewing the cap off a Coke bottle.

At this moment, the woman's upper body seemed unaware that she was dead—blood gushed out like a fountain, but her beautiful and delicate face showed no sign of pain, still displaying a carefully crafted expression of expectation and shyness.

Mingpo smiled and casually stuck the TV remote control next to him into the woman's neck.

"This one suits you better."

He spoke softly, then cradled the woman's head in his hands and went into the kitchen.

As he approached slightly, he heard the man's voice, lowered and angry, as he berated Gao Fan:

"...So what do you mean by bringing that guy here? Bringing an outsider back to the base?"

"Isn't this my home?"

Gao Fan looked up and said seriously, "I brought my friend back to my own home, what's wrong?"

"Those are idiots from the Power Domain! Can you even predict what those brainless morons are going to do?!"

The man laughed angrily, "Have I been too good to you? Didn't I stop you from taking care of Chang Ning's friend? What, you went there just to wait for him? I shouldn't have let you go! You'll get us all killed sooner or later!"

"I did that just in case!"

Gao Fan's voice rose slightly: "Who knows if there will be a butterfly effect?!"

"What does that have to do with us? Chang Ning's butterfly effect led to his girlfriend's death, what business is it of ours?"

The man shoved Gao Fan onto the refrigerator.

He wasn't particularly tall, but for Gao Fan, who suffered from dwarfism, he was like an unstoppable giant.

As he spoke, he grabbed Gao Fan by the collar and asked coldly, "I'm asking you—what if your mentally challenged friend really goes berserk and kills us, steals our chips? What if he takes a fancy to Wen Yu and kidnaps her? Are you going to beg for her back, or do I have to hire a killer from the Killing Domain? Hmm? Are you going to pay for it?"

"So her name is Wen Yu..."

A hoarse, deep voice rang out: "I forgot to ask just now."

At that moment, the "leader" felt a hard pat on the back.

It was more like shoving than a reminder.

His heart tightened instantly. He reached out and loosened Gao Fan's collar, turning around with an apologetic smile on his face: "We were just joking..."

As he was speaking, he felt something wet being stuffed into his hand.

The man looked down and was instantly terrified—

In his hand lay the head of "Wenyu," her face flushed, as if she were waiting for a lover's embrace!

"ah!!!"

He was so startled that he immediately threw his head away.

"You..."

Mingpo's tone held a hint of impatience, her pupils bloodshot: "You can't even hold this steady?"

He reached out and grabbed the man's hands, then twisted and pulled them apart—

With almost no effort, he completely ripped the man's arms off!

Looking down at the man who was screaming and crouching down, Mingpo calmly said, "Then you can forget about the hand."

As she spoke, Mingpo looked at Gao Fan with great interest.

His hands were covered in blood, as if he were wearing two pairs of red gloves. He leaned against the door, staining the doorframe red.

"So... this is why you called me here? To take care of this pair of scoundrels who took over your property?"

"……Thank you."

Gao Fan looked deeply at the man who had squatted down to be level with him, then looked up at Ming Po and said with genuine gratitude, "Brother Xiao."

"Oh, then you can do it yourself."

Mingpo smiled, seemingly unconcerned: "So that you won't want to seek revenge on me in the future..."

"I don't really care if you want to take advantage of me."

"But now that you've chosen me... you can't betray me anymore, understand?"

Mingbo stared at him with his scarlet eyes: "Otherwise, you'll die a much worse death than them."

"……clear."

Gao Fan lowered his head and said sincerely, "I will obey you."

As he spoke, he pulled out a kitchen knife.

Filled with resentment and anger, she viciously slashed three times, severing the man's neck!