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

In distant Jiangcheng, inside an abandoned factory that no detection device could find, was where Fu Luo was being held.

Fu Luo was tightly bound with barbed wire to an old machine tool in the factory, completely unable to move.

He looked at the man in front of him who had taken off his mask and hat — Heavenly Artisan, Chen Zhitie — and understood from that cold gaze that the man standing before him carried deep grudges against him, and would not spare him simply because he begged or showed submission.

So once more, Fu Luo steeled himself.

“Damn you, you dog spawn. If you want to kill me, just do it. Don’t waste time here!”

Fu Luo cursed out loud, staring hard at the man.

The other man only said coldly, “When I told Sister Fish I wouldn’t kill you, I wasn’t being perfunctory.”

“Our grudge doesn’t extend to me wanting to kill you — although I really dislike you, let’s keep things in their proper place.”

Hearing that, Fu Luo paused, then sneered, “What are the Marauders’ bastards playing at? Are you going to say the people you kill are all people who deserve it?”

The man didn’t answer Fu Luo’s question, instead changing the subject: “Relax, I only want to use you to lure out May May.”

Heavenly Artisan said in a cold voice. Fu Luo sneered again: “Then you’d better be able to contact him first!”

“If you broadcast a message widely, it might not be my brothers who show up!”

Fu Luo even tried to threaten Heavenly Artisan.

Heavenly Artisan silently pulled a phone from his pocket — Fu Luo’s phone.

“I really don’t have his contact, but you do.”

He said as he placed the brand-new latest model FruitPhone in front of Fu Luo, the facial recognition automatically unlocking.

Fu Luo, still not fully reacting, watched Heavenly Artisan already fiddling with his phone and couldn’t help cursing: “Damn Apple, damn Americans, I shouldn’t have changed phones!”

“Damn you, Heavenly Artisan. Even if you sent a message, my brother is smart. He isn’t some idiot like you — if you dared ask him to meet, you’d have to tell him the address, and he’d bring people and finish you off!”

Heavenly Artisan spoke coldly, “No, he won’t, because he values loyalty enough.”

Heavenly Artisan walked up to Fu Luo and took a photo of the tightly bound man.

Then…

He placed the phone near his mouth and began recording a voice message.

“Listen carefully, May May… your brother is in my hands.”

“If you are not alone at the address I send within fifteen minutes, I will kill him.”

“Remember, you must satisfy all my conditions — fifteen minutes, alone.”

“If you report this to anyone, any organization, especially if you report it to Order, I will kill him as well.”

“I know you know a lot of big shots, but… you can take a gamble and see whether I can kill Fu Luo the moment someone notices something is wrong, before you can subdue me.”

After finishing, he sent a location, then sat down behind Fu Luo.

“Give me my phone back, you used it — aren’t you going to return it?”

Fu Luo said angrily.

Heavenly Artisan snorted, “I’m not giving it back.”

He shook Fu Luo’s phone and slipped it into the inner pocket of his coat.

“Damn you!”

Fu Luo cursed again, letting loose for several minutes and noticing no reaction from the other side. He suddenly changed tactics.

“You just said he had to be here within fifteen minutes, right? I have to say you’re a dumbass,” Fu Luo began to attack more specifically, “You didn’t consider the possibility my brother might not make it, this place is in the middle of nowhere… what if he’s out of town?”

“I’m very certain he’s in Jiangcheng… and I’m very certain he can get here.”

Heavenly Artisan finally responded again, coldly.

Fu Luo laughed loudly: “Then you’re wrong, you idiot. You don’t know how rational to the point of coldness May May is — he wouldn’t be foolish enough to walk into a trap alone. Even if I die, he wouldn’t be that stupid.”

Heavenly Artisan said coldly, “But you’re ignoring one thing: his underestimation of me.”

“He doesn’t know I’ve promoted.”

“Hmm, you’re right,” Fu Luo said, “So… hey, Siri, send message ‘Second Tier’ to ‘May May’!”

Fu Luo suddenly shouted at high speed, crisp and clear.

Heavenly Artisan’s expression shifted, he tried to grab the phone from his inner pocket, but was too slow.

“Message sent!”

A robotic notification sounded from the phone.

Fu Luo laughed wildly: “See, now he knows — moron!”

He scoffed and then added, “Come on, kill me then. Now that he won’t underestimate you, he definitely won’t follow your plan.”

“May May isn’t one of you who talk about ‘loyalty’ and act like righteous avengers and soothe their conscience. He’s a real good man, a member of Order!”

“Being a true good man is much harder than just feeling morally satisfied. He has to do the right, brutal thing — for example, choose to kill a menace like you to stop you from hurting more people, rather than sacrificing himself to save me.”

Fu Luo spat as he spoke: “So idiot, the best choice for you now is to kill me and then run!”

“Go on!”

He said, and Heavenly Artisan stared at him: “You got guts, Furbollo! You really got guts!”

“All those people outside calling you a coward should see you now!”

He then sat down in front of Fu Luo.

“But… if you really believed that, you should have kept quiet.”

“You’re still worried that he might not be as cold and rational as you think. What if… he actually comes? Then what?”

Fu Luo fell silent.

At that moment, a heavy thud suddenly came from above them.

“Thud!”

As if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

Then Heavenly Artisan laughed: “Looks like I won the bet — he’s here!”

“And he came alone!”

Saying that, Heavenly Artisan stood up, then leapt forward.

“Boom! Boom!”

The abandoned factory was cluttered with many rusting machines that, under Heavenly Artisan’s feet, acted like stepping-board platforms, quickly allowing him to reach under a broken hole in the roof.

Then Heavenly Artisan jumped up.

“Thud!”

The roof trembled again.

Fu Luo raised his head, face serious.

“You’re not really going to do something that dumb… are you?”

Then Heavenly Artisan’s arrogant laugh came from above.

“Long time no see, May May!”

Next, May May’s voice rang out: “Long time no see. I didn’t expect you to have reached Second Tier!”

“You knew I was Second Tier and still dared to come alone. Looks like you really wanted to die!”

“No, I’m here to save someone. Where’s Furbollo?”

“Right below — if you beat me, you can save him!”

“All right — this time I won’t let you go!”

“What nonsense. I’m the stronger one now!”

The conversation suddenly cut off.

In its place came a loud crash from the roof!

“Bang!!!”