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

”Boom!”

Wearing battle armor, Wang Yuyang’s figure clashed with Lin Yu’s again.

The light sword slashed down, but Lin Yu dodged sideways, and then Wang Yuyang pressed the attack relentlessly.

Lin Yu, holding the Seeking Enemy Dagger, struggled to parry, looking quite battered and briefly falling into a disadvantage.

Although Lin Yu’s close-combat skills were already top-notch, his powerful physique and lightning-fast reflexes even allowed him to match some formidable Enforcers...

But in front of Wang Yuyang in battle armor, with only the Seeking Enemy Dagger as his weapon and without actively seeking more buffs, Lin Yu’s frontal combat ability was indeed lacking.

”Why is he getting beaten down?”

On the spectator stands, a blurry figure from the Psychological Society frowned.

”Both are Second Tier, how can an S+ be crushed by an A+? This is unreasonable... completely unreasonable. Something’s definitely off. Why hasn’t the God of Fairness and Judgement stopped the fight? Can’t He see something’s wrong with this duel?”

This figure was different from everyone else—it looked more like a projection than a person.

Even its voice was synthesized.

Listening to the projection’s rambling, Wundt helplessly said, ”Bandura, I know you trust your potential rating system, but combat isn’t like that.”

The one speaking was naturally Bandura from the Psychological Society, who specialized in evaluating others’ potential.

Bandura’s blurry image turned to Wundt: ”Then what is combat like? Wundt, do you even understand fighting?”

”I’m just reminding you to respect reality.”

”My rating system is reality.”

Just as the two were about to start bickering, Dolantine cut in: ”You two brainless idiots babbling nonsense like a couple of cripples who haven’t had a real fight in eight lifetimes, still arguing stubbornly. Have you morons realized the premise you started with is wrong? You’re so embarrassing even your uncles would be ashamed. Look at the leaders from Order and the Marauders—they clearly understand the situation.”

Dolantine spewed out a torrent of words in over ten seconds, successfully extinguishing the conflict between the two high-ranking Psychological Society members.

Wundt and Bandura didn’t dare to speak, but Fluoxetine beside them grinned: ”As an outstanding member of the Execution Department, let me explain to our two office-bound leaders... Right now, it seems like the Designer is crushing the Director, but from an outsider’s perspective, the Director is exhausting the Designer’s stamina and distracting him.”

Pan Yuqiang also spoke gravely: ”That’s right. Although Yuyang seems calm, he always gets aggressive in critical moments like this... The Inspiration Mushroom boosts his imagination but also lowers his judgment.”

”We don’t know what the Director is planning, but he’s definitely scheming something—watching his movements from the stands, it’s easy to see... he’s stalling for time.”

Dolantine added, ”Or waiting for an opportunity.”

The thoughts of these three top experts from the Psychological Society’s Execution Department matched what most combat-savvy, keen-instinct spectators were feeling.

”It looks like... it’s coming...”

At almost the same moment, experts sitting in different positions—the Grandmaster, the Diviner, Fish, Li Hua, Paper Kite, Fluoxetine, Dolantine, Chris, Mosin-Nagant, and others—all fixed their gazes on Lin Yu.

And in the center of the arena, feeling those burning stares, Lin Yu was incredibly excited.

”Yes, yes, yes! All these experts have noticed!”

”Just as I expected, I don’t need a special performance; as long as I don’t hide my intentions, they’re absolutely going to notice...”

”Now the audience should be at peak anticipation,” Lin Yu’s gaze turned to Wang Yuyang, who was becoming more and more focused. ”And my co-star is in perfect condition too!”

Although Wang Yuyang’s stamina was even worse than before, Lin Yu could clearly feel that the fully focused Wang Yuyang was getting harder to handle!

This was a testament to his extreme concentration.

It was also...

The most perfect opportunity!

”Admire my performance, Land of Certain Death!”

Lin Yu murmured in his heart as he took a step back.

This step placed him back at the very center of the arena, the exact middle point!

The surrounding tornadoes howled as Lin Yu raised his hand, and the last bit of water coalesced into a swirling vortex in midair.

Wang Yuyang ignored the vortex—whatever Lin Yu was up to, he was confident now.

He was sure he could pierce Lin Yu through before he finished.

The light sword in his hand flickered, and his battle armor let out a dragon-like roar as Wang Yuyang charged at Lin Yu again.

But...

Lin Yu had a way to make him absolutely unable to ignore the vortex in the air.

”...Yuyang.”

A sweet, gentle voice of a young girl called out softly.

Wang Yuyang’s movement abruptly stopped.

He turned back in shock.

It was the voice he knew best—from his girlfriend, Pan Yuqiang, who he spent every day with.

But... how could this voice appear on the field?

How could Yuqiang be here?

Countless possibilities flashed through Wang Yuyang’s mind, and he turned to look at the source of the sound—that ”vortex” in the air.

Could it be a teleporter?

His mind raced with countless thoughts, and he had already forgotten he was still on the arena stage.

His body uncontrollably turned toward the vortex.

There was nothing there. Wang Yuyang immediately looked back to the spectator stands—Pan Yuqiang was still sitting there unharmed, beside two irrelevant Psychological Society members.

Without needing his girlfriend’s reminder, Wang Yuyang quickly realized.

”It’s the Musician’s ability!”

From the very beginning, Lin Yu had mentioned he had the Musician’s ability.

But... he had never used it, causing Wang Yuyang and even all the spectators to almost forget about it.

Even if they remembered, many dismissed it... On a stage like this, without any terrain cover or special sounds to exploit, the basic Class Ability of a Musician was simply too limited!

But...

No one expected that the sound Lin Yu had prepared, the trap set with the Musician’s ability, would land so precisely on Wang Yuyang’s weak point.

This was a ”sound” Wang Yuyang could absolutely never ignore!

And although Wang Yuyang reacted quickly, those two shifts of attention were already enough for him...

To fall into the abyss.

”Shh!”

Wang Yuyang felt a slight sting on his chest. On the wound just cut open by the Seeking Enemy Dagger, a syringe was stuck into it.

At the same time...

Countless streams of water followed the syringe, seeping into the wound!