Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Liu Zheng originally intended to slap the carpenter to death, but after looking at the sky, he suddenly had a different idea.

"You said you loved me, yet you killed the person who loved me most in this world."

"You said you would protect me, but that led me to drink a blasphemous potion that would kill me."

"You said you would lead the village to prosperity, but you're watching the priest and the hunter lead it to destruction."

"You've accomplished nothing except having nothing."

“Now, I will exercise God’s power in the name of blasphemers.”

"You are sentenced to death for the crime of lust."

Liu Zheng pulled out his military dagger and plunged it into the werewolf's head.

Straight into the handle.

"sorry."

The carpenter stared blankly at him, uttering his last words.

"If saying sorry were enough, what would be the point of having witches?"

Liu Zheng shook his head and twirled his military dagger.

The black fire spread rapidly, burning the carpenter to ashes.

"A fantastic performance."

The sound of the female divers clapping rang in his ears.

Liu Zheng smiled slightly; he had indeed guessed correctly.

This game looks like Werewolf, but it's actually a scripted murder mystery game.

As an actor, how can you not improvise?

The more immersed and brilliant the performance, the more it will resonate with the director.

His smile faded slightly after glancing at the rooster's carcass.

After hesitating for a moment, he still carried it to the carpenter's ash heap and burned it to ashes as well, indistinguishable from it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Qin Shi Huang."

As soon as Liu Zheng finished speaking, his body immediately disintegrated.

Countless flames and lightning expanded and spun, transforming into a hurricane that rose into the sky.

Although in theory he would go through the motions of the play, he was going to kill the tyrant, the forest spirit, and the nightingale.

But since we only have one hour, let's prioritize winning.

A fiery hurricane swept through the forest, turning everything in its path into a white wasteland.

But beneath the black ashes, green buds are sprouting.

This is the power of destruction and rebirth, a power that humanity should not possess.

After a brief period of possession, self-destruction is inevitable.

Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother originally intended to use this power herself, but was killed by the lustful werewolf carpenter.

Now, Little Red Riding Hood has to clean up the mess herself.

However, this is fine.

The most outstanding witches naturally use the greatest witchcraft.

As Liu Zheng arrived at the village entrance, the host's voice rang out again.

"Announcement: The Prophet has obtained the Divine Favor Card: Dark Priest."

"Effect: Gain the power of darkness, corrupt all things, and rule over werewolves."

"Announcement: The hunter has obtained the Divine Favor Card: Arms Dealer's Support."

"Effect: Gain a large amount of weaponry and crush enemies with money."

"Announcement: The werewolf has obtained the Divine Favor Card: Blood Full Moon."

"Effect: Gain the blessing of the Blood Moon, and your physical attributes will be tripled."

A series of announcements overwhelmed Liu Zheng.

He didn't believe it was such a coincidence that the moment he obtained the blasphemous potion, these guys got the divine favor card.

They must have obtained the relevant items a long time ago, but they were just keeping them to themselves, waiting to trick other players.

However, in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are futile.

The black, fiery hurricane expanded once more, completely obscuring the sky above the village.

Even the blood moon was obscured by the black smoke, casting only a faint glow.

Sensing the weakening of the blessing, the werewolves let out anxious howls.

At this moment, they had completely lost their human form, with only the masks on their faces marking their identities.

Number 3 and number 6.

The priest, dressed in a black robe, stroked their heads to comfort them.

The number 4 was clearly visible on his mask.

Across from the priest, the engine of a heavy tank was roaring incessantly.

Player number 2 was wearing camouflage clothing, leaning out halfway, and holding a Gatling gun in his hand.

Player #7 is standing to the side of the tank, with a rocket launcher on his shoulder.

"They've all kept their secrets pretty well."

Liu Zheng revealed his fiery form and sighed.

He would never have imagined that number 4 was the prophet.

"arrogant."

He pointed to the priest.

"Gluttony."

Pointing to the werewolf.

"greedy."

Pointing to the hunter.

"What a pity, we're still three short."

"However, imperfection is beauty."

"Alright everyone, it's time for you to wrap up filming."

Liu Zheng laughed loudly, and once again transformed into a dark, fiery cloud, pressing down on the entire village.

Chapter 98 Something's Wrong, Even Nine Points

"boom!"

Huge shells and rocket launchers shot into the sky and then exploded with a deafening roar.

Flames, shockwaves, and streams of metal parted the clouds, revealing a blood-red full moon.

The werewolf, now fully empowered, roared to the sky, its claws tearing out continuous wind blades that cleaved the fiery clouds.

The priest did nothing else but hold a book of scriptures and mutter to himself.

He finally raised the scriptures only when the fiery clouds were just inches above their heads.

Golden rays of holy light enveloped all the players, gilding them with a golden glow.

The fiery clouds descended completely, turning the entire village into ruins.

However, all players were protected by the holy light and remained unharmed.

The remaining fiery clouds reassembled into Liu Zheng, who could no longer maintain his human form and had become a charred silhouette.

The flames were still burning, but they had weakened considerably.

Faced with this situation, the priest did not take the opportunity to retaliate.

"go!"

He removed his golden form, then shouted and ran out of the village first.

The others reacted quickly as well; the wolf pack caught up with the priest, and the hunter started the tank.

If they can stall until Liu Zheng self-destructs, they can win without a fight.

They had all heard his previous remarks; who knows if this smart guy was just faking weakness?

Just then, Player 7 suddenly took out a paintbrush and plunged it into his chest.

"Announcement: The Guardian has obtained the Divine Favor Card: Draw a Circle on the Ground as a Prison."

"Effect: Drains Morgana's power, turning an area into a wasteland."

"The rules of the game have changed."

"The guard can choose between helping the witch and killing her."

"If you choose to help the witch, you must ensure that the witch is the last surviving player, and the guard and the witch will win together."

"If you choose to kill the witch, you must ensure that you are the one who directly kills the witch. The Guardian wins alone."

Upon hearing the announcement, both Liu Zheng and the other players' expressions changed slightly.

Clearly, player number 7 is the one who is the most deeply hidden.

And now, she has the reins on the game.

"I'm so jealous of you, Little Red Riding Hood."

“I was born before you, and I learned witchcraft before you.”

"But you learned in just three months what took me three years to learn."

"Your mother chose to sacrifice herself to protect you, and your grandmother chose to sacrifice herself to protect you."

“She said you are the best Morgana, and I am your guardian knight on your path to becoming the Great Witch.”

“But I don’t want to be a knight. I am Morgana, and I want to be the Great Witch.”

Player #7 ripped off his cloak, revealing the armor underneath.

"I'm still jealous of you, so jealous that I want to kill you with my own hands."

“After you drank the blasphemous potion, I became even more insanely jealous.”

"I cannot allow you to surpass me in courage."

"I, Nightingale, am the bravest member of the Morgana family."

"It was true before, it is true now, and it will be true in the future."

Player #7 drew the paintbrush from his chest, which transformed into a cross-shaped sword forged from blood.

She pointed her cross-shaped sword at the sky, and huge, blood-red swords of light rained down, surrounding the entire village.

"Go enjoy your stage play, and remember, this is a gift from me to you."

"You can't do anything without me."

After saying this, Number 7 fell backward, his entire body transforming into a bloody cross, branded onto the earth.

The priest, the werewolf, and the hunter attacked the protective cross swords around them with frenzied force. The cross swords trembled constantly, yet they persisted.

Despite receiving help from the guards, Liu Zheng was not particularly happy.

Where did this scene-stealing guy come from?

I'm the main character!

"I have purified my ugly soul."