Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Pretending to Be a God

”That’s not what I said. While I did say I’d only give you one chance to ask me a question, I never said I’d leave after answering it.”

The crude drawing crow hopped around as it spoke.

Lin Yu looked at the crow on his wrist and raised an eyebrow. ”You actually played a word game with me.”

”Caw caw, not as much as you did. I truly never expected you’d dare to use me, a god, and one holding the Authority of Falsehood no less, as a stepping stone to manipulate the game rules...”

Hearing the crow say this, Lin Yu chuckled lightly. ”If you could have anticipated it, wouldn’t I have failed?”

”Indeed. Precisely because I couldn’t imagine you being so audacious, you succeeded. However, since the Death Game itself didn’t react to your actions, it should be fine.”

Hearing the crow say this, Lin Yu nodded.

”True... But, you’re not planning to stay active on my wrist forever, are you?”

Lin Yu looked at the crow, which showed no intention of leaving, and asked cautiously.

The crow seemed curious. ”Why would you ask that? Don’t you welcome my continued presence? Having a god you can converse with anytime should offer many benefits.”

Lin Yu looked at it and then said politely, ”Of course I’m extremely unwelcoming. What’s the difference between this and constant surveillance? Get lost.”

”Moreover, I’ve realized now that divine marks are far too rare and are quite conspicuous among many high-ranking individuals. This is very detrimental to me switching various identities.”

Being cursed at like this by Lin Yu, the crow wasn’t angered. It just unhurriedly pecked at itself and then said, ”Just joking. Even for a god of my status, crossing worlds to communicate with you and maintaining a mark without it disappearing is a significant drain.”

”Do you really think I can just stay on you and chat idly?”

Lin Yu looked at the smug crow and curled his lip. ”Alright, you successfully tricked me. Now we’re even.”

”How much longer will you exist?”

The crow looked at Lin Yu. ”After I finish this sentence, probably less than a second.”

As the words fell, the crow mark rapidly faded and vanished.

Lin Yu looked at his now smooth wrist again and sighed helplessly.

”Really can’t stand taking any loss at all.”

It seemed his act of obtaining belief through defrauding Him had left this God of Change somewhat resentful.

The other party likely expended some effort to maintain communication with him for a while after the Q&A ended, specifically to ”get even.”

However, this also allowed Lin Yu to confirm once more...

”Indeed, gods are not only unable to interfere with the Death Game, but they also find it difficult to interfere with matters in another world.”

Considering how various gods are seeking ”representatives” in different ways, perhaps this is also a reason.

”The actions and behaviors of gods should be constrained by some kind of rule... Combined with the hints from Shen Bingmiao and Grandmaster that the higher the status, the more restrictions there are, it seems that obtaining greater power and status in any world comes with more limitations. This appears to be a universal law.”

”Just not sure if this has any connection to the Death Game.”

As he encountered more and more high-level Players and NPCs, Lin Yu increasingly felt that the Death Game was more like a special rule and will that transcended the ”Ten Realms,” including his own world.

This ”game,” while lacking autonomous consciousness, also seemed to have some hidden ”purpose.” It wasn’t as simple as the initial ”blood text” description suggested, merely giving those who didn’t want to die but died accidentally another chance.

Lin Yu pondered, but soon he shook his head, deciding not to dwell on these long-term matters anymore.

Although he had advanced to Second Tier and managed to snag four Specialized Items, meaning he had somewhat ”entered the hall” and could barely be counted among the ”high-end players”...

These high-level questions concerning the essence of the Death Game were beyond the scope of someone at his Second Tier.

Issues that even gods were evasive about were certainly not for a Second Tier Player like him to worry about.

”Better get some rest early!”

Lin Yu stretched, planning to dispose of the basin of water he used for the wrist-cutting earlier in the room, then wash up and sleep.

After opening the door, however, Lin Yu suddenly saw a fleeting flash of light and heard a faint sound coming from the living room.

”What’s going on?”

Lin Yu frowned. He summoned Old Zheng and Hannah, gripping the Bone Blade in a reverse grip as he silently moved towards the living room.

Lin Yu was clear. Ever since he joined Order and officially merged the identity of May May with his own, his home was no longer absolutely safe.

Although Order had promised some protection for members’ families, and with the overt presence of Tycoon and the covert presence of Shen Bingmiao, Jiangcheng was indeed the safest city for ordinary Players...

But Lin Yu didn’t dare to gamble on that one-in-ten-thousand probability.

He slowly peeked out, just about to ask Old Zheng who the visitor was, when he suddenly swallowed his words.

Because he had clearly seen the scene in the living room.

Lin Yu helplessly turned on the light.

*Click!*

The living room lit up brightly. Lin Yu looked at Lin Zhao, who was standing in front of the refrigerator with two dumplings stuffed in her mouth, and spoke helplessly.

Lin Zhao’s originally somewhat round face looked even rounder now.

”Sis, in the middle of the night... what are you doing, scurrying around like a mouse?”

Lin Zhao struggled to swallow the dumplings in her mouth and spoke guiltily. ”I just suddenly got a bit hungry. Thought there were leftover dumplings in the fridge, came to eat a couple to fill my stomach.”

Lin Yu facepalmed. ”Couldn’t you make something fresh? Why eat leftovers?”

”The soundproofing in our complex isn’t good. Chopping vegetables and cooking in the middle of the night would disturb the neighbors. Plus, I thought you were already asleep.” Lin Zhao argued righteously.

”At least you could have boiled the dumplings before eating them... I didn’t even know when you made them.”

Lin Yu said helplessly. Lin Zhao pouted.

”Look who’s talking. How long has it been since you came home for a meal? You’re on summer break and I still don’t see you, not even coming to help at the shop... just stay busy till you drop.”

As she spoke, Lin Zhao opened the refrigerator door and took out an entire plate of dumplings.

”Are you eating? If you are, I’ll just boil some.”

Lin Yu initially wanted to refuse, but after a moment’s thought, he nodded silently.

”Okay.”

Lin Zhao walked into the kitchen. While the soundproofing in the old complex wasn’t great, boiling some water to cook dumplings wasn’t enough to disturb the neighbors.

In no time, a plate of boiled dumplings was brought out, along with two bowls of dumpling soup with some filling and dough skin floating in it. Clearly, a few dumplings had split open while boiling.

Lin Yu and Lin Zhao sat facing each other, slowly eating the dumplings.

There were two types of dumplings: vegetarian three-delicacies and chive and pork.

”These dumplings taste different from usual.”

”Boiled ones can taste the same as freshly wrapped ones? Just eat, you’re getting picky!”

”No, today’s are especially delicious.”

”Oh, maybe this batch of yellow chives and regular chives is fresh.”