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

For Lin Yu, compared to his two identities as Zhu Ming and May May, this appearance before Order as Old Yao was the performance he valued the most.

After all, both the identities of Zhu Ming and May May had already become deeply ingrained impressions.

In fact, when Free Alliance and Order were searching for Second-Tier combat power this time, their first instinct was to think of these two identities of his.

When one’s identities became famous enough...

Lin Yu didn’t even need to report proactively—they would automatically pay attention to what these two identities did.

Like the matter of Zhu Ming and May May ascending to Second-Tier.

The fact that Zhu Ming’s identity was Second-Tier had been learned by Free Alliance through Li Nian.

Although Lin Yu himself hadn’t mentioned it as Zhu Ming, after his performance in the last dungeon, Li Nian had definitely guessed that he had advanced to Second-Tier.

As for May May... ever since this identity merged with Lin Yu and he selectively came clean to Li Hua, he had been waiting for Li Hua and Order to dig deeper.

Now, they had clearly dug up the predetermined ”portion.”

Sitting in his room, quietly waiting for False Face’s cooldown time, Lin Yu let out a breath.

”It seems Order has started to learn that I’ve advanced to Second-Tier... more precisely, they’ve calculated through the identity of ’Lin Yu’ that the timing of my Promotion was off.”

In Order’s view, he had likely completed his first Promotion Trial in the fourth dungeon.

That had already broken all player records.

As for why Li Hua was so certain he had already passed the second Promotion Trial in one go, Lin Yu speculated it was through some item used as an observation method.

And since Li Hua hadn’t brought up his uniqueness with him, Lin Yu maintained an unspoken mutual understanding.

Having him participate in the battle at the Land of Certain Death this time... perhaps Li Hua also wanted to see his true level.

”That’s fine. Since everyone wants to know, the performance will be much easier.”

Lin Yu let out another breath.

After all, people always believed what they wanted to believe.

But before that... Lin Yu still needed to confirm the feasibility of his plan.

He picked up his phone and, using his Lin Yu account, sent a message to Shen Bingmiao.

”The God of Fairness and Judgment—do you know Him?”

Shen Bingmiao replied almost instantly.

[Nine Waters: Do whatever you want.]

[Nine Waters: There are also differences in strength among deities—He only holds two Authorities, so He can’t threaten you.]

With Shen Bingmiao’s answer, the last of Lin Yu’s worries settled.

After choosing to never have his two identities appear at the same time, Lin Yu was confident that he would never let Order or Free Alliance see through anything...

The only variable in this performance was the gods.

Since even this deity couldn’t see through him, Lin Yu had no more concerns.

He stood up and left his home.

By now, it was early dawn, and Lin Yu found a noisy farmers’ market.

After wandering around the bustling environment...

When he left the farmers’ market again, Lin Yu had transformed into a dark-skinned, scrawny figure who looked shrewd and cunning.

Clearly, he was now operating under the identity of Old Yao.

At the same time...

Lin Yu had also bought a few freshly slaughtered live chickens in his hands.

On one hand, they were local produce gifts for Tycoon. On the other hand... Lin Yu also collected their souls to feed the eagerly waiting pocket watch.

Under normal circumstances, this thing seemed to require souls of relatively higher-level life forms.

But since Lin Yu had fed it so well back in the Prison Mountain Realm, cutting corners a bit this time was fine.

”Even though it takes the form of a ’sacrifice,’ it’s essentially just ’eating’... If the last meal was good, this one can be mediocre.”

Lin Yu increasingly felt that this Repaired Fog Pocket Watch was quite user-friendly.

Carrying a few live chickens in a black plastic bag, Lin Yu soon arrived at Tycoon’s stronghold—the abandoned restaurant.

Although no gathering was being held at the abandoned restaurant today, it was livelier than usual.

Several cars were parked downstairs, along with two motorcycles and a shared bicycle.

Lin Yu entered the abandoned restaurant and went straight to the second floor, knocking on the door of Tycoon’s office.

”Ahem, come in!”

Tycoon’s voice sounded much more serious than before.

Lin Yu pushed the door open and entered, finding Tycoon seated upright at his desk, with two high-ranking Jiang’an Hall members standing behind him.

And on the guest sofa in front...

Lin Yu, once again as Old Yao, saw the Order members he had only recently parted ways with.

Li Hua, Nicholas, A-Yin, Loquat Candy, and High Mountain sat on the comfortable guest sofa, each holding a paper cup and sipping tea.

Good Night and Paper Kite weren’t there—probably those two injured members had gone back to rest. Although Loquat Candy had healed most of their injuries, some residual damage remained.

On top of that, fatigue couldn’t be eliminated.

On the other side, sitting on three temporarily moved armchairs, were two Night Watchmen members: Snowy Owl and Robin...

To be honest, most of the people in this room were Third-Tier, with the lowest being Second-Tier, plus Tycoon who was Fourth-Tier—the oppressive pressure was immense.

As Old Yao pushed the door open and entered, everyone in the room turned to look at him simultaneously. Even Lin Yu couldn’t help feeling a bit of pressure.

Even though he knew all these people, being on the side of ”being scrutinized” for the first time, Lin Yu naturally couldn’t relax.

However, fortunately, Lin Yu also needed this tension—in fact, he had to amplify and exaggerate this emotion even more obviously.

After all...

Given Old Yao’s level of courage, seeing a scene like this made it impossible not to be nervous!

Lin Yu breathed slowly, cold sweat trickling down his face, his expression tense as he forced an ingratiating smile.

”Respected leaders of Order, respected leaders of Night Watchmen, my boss said you were looking for me?”

Lin Yu said, but before he could continue, he heard a voice that nearly made him burst out laughing.

”You’re Old Yao, right—fess up honestly, what’s this about you colluding with the Psychological Society people? Confess and get leniency, resist and face the consequences!”

A male voice with a Henan Province accent, full and forceful, rang out.

Lin Yu looked at the only First-Tier player in the entire room—sitting next to the Night Watchmen, wearing a beret, the famous Henan detective, Furbollo!

As a professional actor, Lin Yu rarely found himself wanting to break character and laugh.

But Furbollo, standing before Old Yao and relying on the presence of all these big shots in the room, putting on this extremely serious, authoritative interrogating face, almost made Lin Yu lose his composure.

From the moment he entered the room, Lin Yu had deliberately avoided looking at Fu Luo, afraid he might affect his state.

In a split second, Lin Yu ran through all the classic tragic scenes from theater in his mind to suppress the urge to laugh, before putting on a panicked expression again.

”This... leader, what are you talking about? I have no idea at all!”