Deceitful Game

Chapter 67 [Passing the Drum] (Fourth update, please subscribe and vote!)

When Mingper woke up again, he found himself sitting at a round table in complete darkness.

There were only four people at this round table.

Facing Mingpo was a tall, thin young man. To Mingpo's left was Lin Ya, wearing a black mask and with meticulously applied makeup. To his right was a short, stout middle-aged man wearing a sweater.

Neither the tall, thin young man nor the short, fat middle-aged man wore masks; instead, they revealed their true faces directly.

Mingpo was about to raise his hand when he realized that everyone's hands were locked to the armrests of the chair. He tried to struggle, but found that the chairs and handcuffs were as if fixed in space, completely immovable.

He tried moving his hands around—and found that his left hand could touch a round key, while his right hand had a small numeric keypad.

Mingpo tilted her head slightly, looking down along her arm. She could vaguely make out a twelve-key keyboard.

The keyboard has four rows and three columns, from top to bottom: "789", "456", "123", "Confirm", "0", "Pass". The keyboard has a silver anti-peeping shield similar to that of a bank ATM, preventing the user from seeing what they are pressing.

Everyone, including myself, had an ugly headband tied around their heads, with an old-fashioned digital watch hanging in the center of their foreheads—the kind with a dark green screen and black numbers. The number on everyone's forehead was "60".

Everyone had gradually woken up, but no one spoke to each other. Each person was quietly checking their equipment—clearly realizing that this game was not as simple as it seemed.

Whether it's Mingpo or Lin Ya, or the other two "fat monks" and "skinny monks".

The round table was unusually quiet, as if everyone was a complete stranger.

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If Mingpo hadn't just seen the two of them supporting each other through the death game on TV, she would have really thought they were complete strangers.

Just then, a black cat appeared in the middle of the table.

Along with the appearance of the black cat, a near-mad voice rang out:

Welcome to the Deceptive Game, little ones!

The hand hanging around the black cat's neck made a "V" sign, shook it, and then clapped in the air at everyone: "Long time no see, did you miss me!"

"You sound like a variety show host."

Mingpo complained.

Lin Ya then added, "Or they could be performing crosstalk on the Spring Festival Gala."

Immediately, the other two couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The tense atmosphere around the round table seemed to dissipate briefly as a result.

"Don't be nervous, kids."

Mo's voice still echoed with heavy emphasis, as if only his voice had added reverberation: "This game is very safe, at most only one person will die! It can be considered the most basic game—it is also said to be one of the earliest games created by the Deceitful Games!"

"By the way, this is my favorite game. It's the game I played when I passed the newcomer selection competition."

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Upon hearing this, Mingpo realized the implication in Mo's words—this was a game prepared by "Weigu Qiongchen"?

Unlike the other three who were slightly relaxed, Mingpo became serious.

"This game is the easiest [Time] level game, with a minimum completion reward of [One Hour] and a maximum of [One Day]. Players will also gain the [Time's Crimson Bronze] level of Deceiver privileges, allowing them to use the Chips of Time to alter history!"

"So, welcome to a '6'"

"Passing the parcel while drumming!!"

Each of the four people saw several lines of blood-red text appear before their eyes: "Passing the parcel."

[Multiplayer game, no faction restrictions, no random players]

[Difficulty: 1 hour]

[Maximum number of people who can complete the level: 4]

[This game has additional rules]

[WARNING: Additional rules may significantly increase the game's difficulty!]

"I've hosted this many times; let me explain the rules!"

Mo seemed somewhat excited and said, "Each of you starts with 60 seconds. That's the number above your heads."

"Next, everyone will bet up to the maximum amount of time they have left. The person who bets the most time wins and becomes the house."

"At the same time, each person's time increases their betting time."

As the black cat finished speaking, a sunflower suddenly sprouted on the table.

Looking at the sunflower facing her, Mingpo was initially puzzled, but then her expression suddenly changed.

From a certain angle, he saw it—the sunflower didn't have "sunflower seeds," but rather countless cold gun barrels!

"The dealer needs to use the device on your right hand to bet on the [Sunflower]'s time!"

"The time limit must not be less than your initial betting time and not more than your current remaining time. If the two conflict, the forced betting time will be the smaller of the two."

As the black cat spoke, it stretched out its hand and pointed at Mingpo: "Come on, little wolf cub. You demonstrate—time it for thirty seconds, then press the 'Confirm' button in the bottom left corner."

Mingpo obediently reached out and stroked the keys, pressing the "3" and "0" keys once each. Since there was no feedback, he didn't know if he had pressed them or not.

Then, Mingpo pressed the confirmation button to the left of "0".

With a "buzz" sound, like a science fiction charging sound, the sunflower raised its head and became bright.

Next, press the "Pass" button in the bottom right corner.

Mingpo pressed the pass button.

Then, a beeping sound, like a timer, rang out.

The inner and outer rings of the round table suddenly separated. The inner ring where the black cat was crouching was unaffected, while the outer ring where the sunflower was located rotated ninety degrees clockwise, aligning the sunflower with Lin Ya, who was the next person to be seated.

Lin Ya was even startled because the sunflower was moving so fast.

At that moment, Mo's voice rang out again: "Press the stop button on your left hand, little bunny."

Lin Ya hesitated for a moment, but still gently pressed the button on her left hand.

The button was loose and easy to press.

At that moment, the beeping suddenly stopped.

"See, it's such a simple game."

Mo said casually, "If we're careful enough, no one will die."

"—If we're cautious enough—?"

The tall, thin young man asked hesitantly.

"Yes."

Mo replied, "If the timer runs out before the stop button on the left hand is pressed, the person pointed at by the sunflower will die."

"If the stop button is pressed prematurely," the remaining time on the timer is transferred to the person who pressed the button, and the dealer immediately reduces the time by the corresponding amount. The person who pressed the button becomes the dealer for the next round—the timer is reset, and then the player clicks to spin the sunflower. This cycle repeats.

"When the sunflower points to any player, the time it holds will gradually decrease; you can also press pass instead of stop. In this case, the sunflower will face the next player in a clockwise direction, and control will be transferred to that player."

"How about that? It's a really simple game, isn't it?"

Mingpo understood.

—This is indeed a game of musical chairs.

The only thing is that the flower is rumored to explode—that's all.

"What are the victory conditions?"

Mingpo asked, "And how should the game be ended?"

"The game ends as soon as one person dies, so this is a game with a maximum death limit of one person, making it very low-risk. Therefore, even if you complete the game, you will only receive the minimum reward of 1 hour."

Mo replied, "When everyone's time runs out, they win. They can stay in the arena and watch others play."

"There are no prohibitions in this game. Trading, negotiation, cheating, and the use of abilities are allowed. The only prohibition is harming each other, and I won't be providing you with contracts."

"The last player to leave the table loses—the sole loser, who forfeits all their chips. 25% of the chips are distributed among the first two players to leave, and 50%..."

It was assigned to the third person leaving.

"Does the third person get half?"

The middle-aged man realized something: "Shouldn't the first person to leave get the most?"

"The greater the risk, the greater the reward."

Mo simply smiled, sitting upright in the middle of the table, a rather malicious smile playing on his lips: "However, I have to add an extra rule—"

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If the loser is killed by an explosion, the house receives an additional day's worth of time chips on top of the chips shared by everyone else!

Hearing this, everyone felt a chill.

Mingpo narrowed her eyes slightly.

If you only follow the rules at the beginning, then it could even be considered a cooperative game.

There will be no gain, but there will also be no loss.

After all, chips can be traded. If agreed upon beforehand, penalties can be circumvented by trading chips.

This is probably why, among the four people present, two of them actually knew each other.

If someone is about to fall to fourth place, they can actually pass their chips to someone they know in advance.

In this way, punishment can be completely avoided.

Whether the chips can be recovered depends on the situation.

But with this additional rule, the situation changes.

The base reward for completing this game is too low, while the reward for killing other players is too high—although for Mingpo, 1

The reward for "one day" is just so-so.

However, for these people—

They were either the fat and thin monks who had just passed the beginner game, or Lin Ya who had almost lost all her chips. They both desperately needed a chip of a higher level than themselves to start the advancement game.

The stakes of this "day" are undoubtedly attractive enough to them!

Seeing that everyone had fallen silent again, Mo laughed loudly: "There shouldn't be any other questions, right?"

"Now, everyone, let's start placing our bets."

"The betting method is blind betting. Use the keyboard on your right hand to enter a number, and only you know this number."

As Mo's voice faded.

Above the heads of the four people, their respective titles appeared:

【protector】

【diplomat】

Frankenstein

【monkey】

The way the other three looked at Mingpo immediately changed!

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