God's Imitator

[8,000 minutes of visa time has been settled to the player.]

The visa time was very little, because only after pressing for enough 10 minutes could one gain extra visa time. Under the threat of the ”surveillance mannequin,” pressing for longer wasn’t worthwhile. The risk and returns were completely disproportionate.

So Cui Yifeng only pressed for about an extra minute to ensure he met the standard. In this game, staying alive was far more important than earning visa time.

Prison Cell 6 where Cai Zhiyuan was located was the last one to unlock, but he didn’t plan to leave the prison cell. Instead, he continued sitting in his position.

On the large screen, a new broadcast began playing.

[The ‘Super Authority Player’ of this game is: Fu Yujun.]

Gao Jialiang couldn’t help but widen his eyes. He felt very surprised.

And Cai Zhiyuan, who had originally been resting with his eyes closed on the chair waiting for the final result, suddenly opened his eyes and showed an unexpected expression for the first time.

The other players were also all completely confused, and even Fu Yujun himself felt strange.

”Why is it me?”Before this, all players had already determined that the ‘Super Authority Player’ could only be Cai Zhiyuan, with no other possibility.

But obviously, the God’s Imitator who designed this game didn’t think so.

Different from the other players, Cai Zhiyuan’s surprise only lasted a very short time.

He almost instantly figured out all the causes and consequences, as well as all the details of this game.

”So... even though you already knew everything and predicted I would kill you, you still left me a survival probability in this game higher than the minimum baseline allowed by the Gallery’s review mechanism?

”You actually left me many choices...”

For the first time, Cai Zhiyuan had a strong premonition.

It seemed everything suddenly was no longer under his control and was racing madly toward a completely unpredictable direction.

Although all the players felt confused about the current situation, the game still had to continue.

[Now, the ‘Super Authority Player’ must make two choices:]

[One, select any surviving player in the venue and impose immediate death penalty.]

[Two, impose immediate death penalty on themselves and send any player confirmed to be alive after the game ends out of the Gallery to return to the real world.]

Many players couldn’t help but swallow.

Before this, they had never imagined they could be so close to ”returning to the real world.”

As long as Fu Yujun chose to commit suicide, he could send any one of them away from here to return to the real world.

Although this possibility was very slim, it still made people involuntarily fantasize, like after buying a lottery ticket, always unable to help fantasizing about the 5 million that would never be won.

But soon, this fantasy was ruthlessly extinguished.

Fu Yujun looked at Cui Yifeng, ”Sorry.”

Cui Yifeng, who had just escaped death from Prison Cell 5 covered in blood, was stunned. Before he could say anything, he only saw a black line spreading upward along his wrist.

Under the intense pain throughout his body, this fatal small injury could no longer be felt much.

He soon fell straight down with a ”thud,” without any breath.

Fu Yujun had chosen the player he believed most deserved to die in this game and imposed immediate death penalty without any hesitation.

Gao Jialiang’s anxious heart instantly fell to the ground.

”What was I fantasizing about... We’re neither relatives nor friends. He couldn’t possibly commit suicide to send someone else out...”

Everyone looked toward Cai Zhiyuan.

A complex expression appeared on Cai Zhiyuan’s face. He seemed to instantly understand many things, and also thought of more possibilities, even already seeing his own final ending.

But among these expressions, there wasn’t any regret.

Instead, he relaxed, leaning back slightly and shifting to a more comfortable position in the chair.

He looked at Fu Yujun and said in a casual tone, ”Actually, I’ve had many impressive scenes in Community 17.

”As time passed, most of the scenes have been forgotten.

”However, there’s one scene I still remember quite clearly.

”It was when our community recruited new members for the first time.

”I explained to Fu Chen why we had to recruit a ’young doctor.’

”At that time, I was somewhat disappointed in him.

”Because during his first speech in the community, I thought he had the potential to become the community’s leader, which is why I chose him immediately. But he was very naive politically.

”But thinking about it now...

”Perhaps he has always been the best choice for Community 17’s leader.”

...

Lin Sizhi looked at the silver revolver in his hand.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, but on the LED display screen, only a few numbers had actually jumped.

Although there were 6 chambers in the revolver, in reality, Lin Sizhi only needed to focus on considering three situations.

The live round in the first shot.

The live round in the last shot.

The live round in the mannequin’s pocket.

Although the situation of having a live round in chambers two through five couldn’t be completely ruled out, the probability should be very low and shouldn’t be included in strategic considerations.

Because once it was included, the thinking might fall into an infinitely repeating nesting doll, which would be meaningless.

According to general logical analysis, the other party knew all the rules and also knew Lin Sizhi was the designer of this game. In the original rules, shooting oneself with the first shot was the optimal solution.

Then if the God’s Imitator put the bullet in the first chamber, the success rate of killing Lin Sizhi would be highest.

And if Lin Sizhi could think of this, for the first shot he should directly choose to shoot the mannequin across from him. This way, he could directly win this game.

Because the rules had clearly written ”only one live round.” As long as the first shot fired the live round, it meant the following shots would be absolutely safe, and he could confidently shoot himself.

Regardless of whether there was actually a bullet in the first shot or not, shooting the mannequin once was completely inconsequential.

After all, it was just a mannequin, not a living person. There was no need to bear any moral burden.

If there was a bullet, he would directly win the game.

If there was no bullet, the mechanism would only move once. It would only cause harm to him on the third movement.

No matter how you looked at it, shooting the mannequin with the first shot was the optimal solution.

But after brief consideration, Lin Sizhi still turned the gun barrel around and aimed it at himself.

”You spent 1 million minutes of visa time to look at my profile, gave up the opportunity to design a judgment game targeting my crimes, and ultimately chose to judge me using my own rules...

”You probably don’t want to play a 50% probability luck game with me, right?

”You must believe this method can kill me 100%.

”But under this set of rules, it’s impossible to kill me 100% physically.

”So...”

Lin Sizhi pressed the barrel against his own forehead and suddenly pulled the trigger.

”Click.”

The cylinder rotated. Empty chamber.

Lin Sizhi’s face showed no expression. After waiting a moment, he pulled the trigger four times in succession.

”Click.”

”Click.”

”Click.”

”Click.”

All empty chambers.

Each shot could have had a bullet. Lin Sizhi could have died, but as he pulled the trigger, those possibilities disappeared one by one.

When the third shot ended, no new rules or information appeared on the cathode ray tube television. This was also different from the original game.

In the original game, there was a special prompt here, but now it was also canceled.

Obviously, the God’s Imitator who designed this game believed this segment had no meaning for Lin Sizhi. What truly decided victory or defeat was actually only the first shot and the last shot.