Miss Hero Must Die

A cacophony of comments appeared before Ke Qi's eyes.

Before Ke Qi could react, a bunch of random content about "Notia's Lies" suddenly appeared on various trending topics.

"A college student was found dismembered in his apartment; he had played the game 'Notia's Lies' before his death."

"An official symposium will be held at 10:00 AM today to thoroughly discuss and analyze the series of CGs released by the Hero Account over the weekend, as well as the content related to the game 'Notia's Lies' coming to life, and to provide relevant content to the public."

Police remind citizens: If you receive an unknown USB drive, please do not insert it into your computer. The game "Notia's Lies" is not a source of supernatural powers, but a terrifying murder game.

"According to Tuo Luofeng, an expert from the School of Science, 'The Lies of Notia' is a death game for the brave. The existence of this extraordinary game may change the current society and form a new society built on the foundation of this strange death game."

Ke Qi looked at the comments below and felt a mix of emotions.

"I want to be a gamer too. Isn't this just like those novels on Qidian? Fierce players, a thrilling paradise..."

"Hey upstairs, come on! If you were dead, you wouldn't be saying that."

"The deceased couldn't speak, but the college students, reduced to minced meat, seemed to say: 'Kids, you're right, hurry up and become gamers, I'll be waiting for you on the plane...'"

"Big Brother, we miss you."

Ke Qi sighed; it seemed that the time had come for a symposium.

He hadn't expected it to happen so quickly, but the timing was within his expectations.

After all, the global CG craze is about to get out of control this time.

Ke Qi couldn't help but wonder, was it really the American actress's personal act that exposed this matter?

Is it an organizational act? Or a collective act?

However, it seems that society has not yet realized a key issue, namely the problem of brave players.

Or perhaps they were already aware of it, but simply wanted to delay it for a while longer.

Ke Qi no longer hesitated, and continued to wait for 10 o'clock before manipulating Latilia.

Latilia gently carried two cakes in her hands, one of which was a large, round cake.

Another gift was an orange cake from Mrs. Bekanlis. Humming a little tune, she opened her own door.

Judging from her humming a little tune, it certainly wasn't Latilia who did it.

She had never even heard of this little tune.

She sang along in her mind.

"It's been a long day without you my friend

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again..."

Latilia learned a new word from the god, called "What Does It Mean?"

At that moment, she thought this in her heart.

Today is her birthday, and finally someone can go out for cake with her.

Ke Qi quietly awaited the start of the symposium and made sure that Latilia sat down at the table.

Latilia's small hands opened at this moment, their skin fair and delicate as scallions.

Gently pick up the plastic knife made with modern magical technology that is placed to the side, and cut a slit in the center of the cake.

Latilia: ………

Don't the gods light and blow out the candles first?

She was somewhat strange.

Could it be that the gods eat cake directly?

Latilia thought to herself, "Could this be what they mean by 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do'?"

No, that's not right. It should be that the deity enters this village, not that she enters the deity's village.

Having someone to eat cake with makes any ceremony irrelevant to her.

Latilia once again waved her smooth little hand, grasped the plastic knife, and divided the cake into four pieces.

Then he casually took one out and placed it on a plate.

Her cherry-like lips opened, and she took a plastic fork and fed herself a bite of cake stained with cool strawberry cream.

The taste is as soft and smooth as jade.

Although Latilia couldn't control her own body, she could still taste the delicious flavor.

Wow, delicious cake...

I wonder if the gods will be able to eat this cake?

This made Latilia feel as if her life was hanging by a thread, like grasping a withered branch.

The grand feast brought by the gods was like a raging storm, threatening to sweep her off a cliff and condemn her to eternal damnation.

Yet, when things are about to get really urgent, the sudden relief of taking a bite of cake brings a sense of redemption.

Latilia, however, felt that this matter could partially eliminate the gods' prejudice.

And only for this moment.

She could never forgive the deity for manipulating her to pull someone else's white stockings, causing her intense embarrassment at the wedding dress shop, and waking her up at 5 a.m.

So...

That's all for now.

Latilia was definitely not up to any ulterior motives.

Dear God, perhaps she cannot so easily let these trials pass.

Unless God grants her the position of bishop.

Ke Qi naturally had no idea what Latilia was thinking.

He saw scattered little red hearts and yellow stars appear on the head of the red-haired girl in casual clothes on the screen.

It's speculated that Latilia seems to be in a good mood right now.

Now he couldn't help but sigh.

"Terrible fate, terrible encounter, terrible plot development, how did we inexplicably become a community of fate with this guy? Inexplicably we have to complete that inexplicable grand feast, inexplicably the gods want to kill us, inexplicably the gods choose us, inexplicably the gods' strange contradictions..."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Ke Qi softly spoke to the screen:

Anyway, happy birthday, Lara...

He didn't know if Latilia could hear him.

Even if Latilia couldn't hear him, Ke Qi would still say these words.

Ke Qi is a living person, while Latilia is a pitiful girl who was suddenly chosen in a magical world.

She seemed to still want to rely on passing the messenger exam to return home and inherit a vast fortune; the diary also revealed the girl's liveliness and some clever ideas.

Unexpectedly, in that very instant, the chosen hero found himself in a desperate search for a way out.

So, do we have to say, does this heroine have to die?

Ke Qi sighed. Did he have to die too?

Latilia happily ate the cake in her hand.

She naturally heard the deity's strange string of inexplicable words, which were inexplicably embellished.

What bothered her most was the last sentence.

Happy birthday, Little La!

In Latilia's heart, her heart was like a nail falling on cotton, going up and down.

It seems to have touched a soft line.

Despite her pounding heart, she stubbornly thought:

Who are you calling, Little La?