Chapter 43

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Chapter 43: Star Death Reality Show (XXVI)

Just like watching a poor lamb trapped in a hunter’s snare, wailing would not arouse the compassion of a seasoned hunter. On the contrary, the hunter would only be excited about the delicious food dying.

Looking at Qi Leren who had been struck by lightning, Su He said faintly, “I know many ways to avoid contracts, but it’s not easy to do. Most of the methods are one-off skills or items, or there is an extremely long cooldown time. Even if you don’t have one… It’s best to be careful.”

Qi Leren gawked at Su He, as if he had been drained of all his strength. He didn’t say a word for a long time, and his lowered head did not show anger. Only his eyelashes were shaking, as if he was almost unable to bear such a failure, and he was crying.

This long silence was not ridiculous, but sad.

It was like watching a gambler at the end of his rope, piling up all the chips on the gambling table and then losing everything.

Everything that followed seemed to be a mechanical repetition. Qi Leren once again signed his name on the parchment with no facial expression, and the signed letters were distorted by his shaking. At the moment when he put down his pen, his spine seemed to be knocked out section by section, slumping on his chair and silently watching the sunrise.

A rising sun that would never rise.

“Can I leave now?” Qi Leren asked softly, looking deeply tired.

“Anytime, but I suggest you stay a little longer or even get some sleep. Anyway, I have adjusted the time flow rate in this area for you, so you won’t be delayed too long.” Su He, like a considerate friend who fully thought of him, gave him friendly advice.

But Qi Leren didn’t want to stay any longer. He was willing to face the monster in the institute, and didn’t want to face Su He. So he stood up, and the chair rudely dragged a harsh sound across the ground.

“I’m leaving,” Qi Leren said stubbornly, his tone carrying the anger of being deceived.

“If you insist, go ahead.” Su He wasn’t reluctant, anyway. His purpose had been achieved.

The Witch of Lust looked at Qi Leren curiously, because his attitude was disrespectful. As a native devil accustomed to the hierarchical atmosphere of the underworld, she didn’t quite understand the relationships between human beings. Sometimes a worm could say “no” to an elephant, which was really interesting in her eyes.

To be fair, Su He was not a strict leader. If the object of comparison was the Devil of Power who had a strong desire to control, then he was an easygoing boss. If you wanted to compare him with the Devil of Slaughter, then he was a perfect boss—at least he wouldn’t go crazy and dare to kill anyone, leaving him in his current state of lying half-dead under lava. The Devil of Fraud was quite tolerant of his subordinates, sometimes even almost deliberately indulgent towards them. He seldom pointed out your mistakes, but every time you made a mistake, he would remember it, but he would not show it. This attitude made people feel that he didn’t care about them. This slightly malicious indulgence contributed to the weakness and self-deception in human nature, and he watched and waited with great interest until you finally crossed the boundaries he set for you…

Then you would find that you had lost everything. Even if you knelt at his feet and kissed the tips of his shoes and begged him to give you another chance, he wouldn’t look at you again.

This extreme gentleness and extreme coldness combined to form a contradictory and complicated person. The witches favored him and feared him. Even the Witch of Lust, who was famous for her debauchery, was much more disciplined in front of him. At least when she appeared in front of Su He, she would pick clothes from her closet that didn’t show her off. When Su He told her to dress properly to entertain guests, she would always find a dress that wrapped her from head to foot. However, in order to express her dissatisfaction, she didn’t mind expressing her protest in a small way by means of excessive obedience. Her boss didn’t care about this level of protest.

He was really unpredictable sometimes.

She had thought that trying to deceive the Devil of Fraud would make people lose his favor and even irritate him, but Su He’s reaction was just the opposite. It seemed that he had added ten points in his heart to this audacious human being.

The Witch of Lust yawned a little and watched the poor man hesitate by the chair. She looked at Su He’s face and asked politely, “Shall I take you out, baby?”

“Thank you,” Qi Leren, who was worried about how to leave, said quickly.

Su He’s left hand on the armrest of the chair supported his cheek. He asked without warning, “Who gave you the necklace around your neck?”

Qi Leren’s cold sweat came back again. In these past few minutes in the field, he had experienced great ups and downs, and his nerves were over-stressed. He had become a frightened bird. He was just glad that he had successfully crossed the border, and he was ready to keep this state and leave quickly. Who knew that Su He would come out with something else?

Fortunately, Su He hadn’t found it.

He hadn’t found that when he signed his name for the first time, he hadn’t used any skill cards at all.

No, he hadn’t.

He had made a wonderful deduction—he had successfully deceived Su He once, using an item of unknown origin as the laptop. So this time, under almost the same precondition, would Su He still fall for it? Would he believe that he had honestly signed the contract and was ready to fulfill it? He was not an obedient man in Su He’s eyes.

The best way to dispel Su He’s doubts was to make him feel that he had seen through him, expose him personally, watch him suffer, despair, and collapse, and then watch him give in.

So he had had a bold plan, and he had decided to take a gamble. Then he had succeeded.

He was so ecstatic that he had to lower his head to hide his inner secret and fanatical joy and let that passion explode as fireworks in his heart.

However, he also had to consider that this decision would bring him great risks in the future—when he was really raised to a half-field, how should he explain it to Su He?

This concern slightly diluted the excited mood, and even the last resort was shattered by Su He’s sudden question, which made Qi Leren tremble with fear.

“This aura… It’s the Prophet’s?” Su He asked, raising his eyebrows.

Qi Leren did not say yes, nor did he say no. He asked, “Do you know the Prophet?"

As if they could never talk well, Su He also threw out a rhetorical question: "Don’t you think that the Village of Dawn is too similar to the Village of Dusk?”

Qi Leren was stupefied. So, it turned out that this field was not a “field that imitates the scenery of the Village of Dawn” as Su He had once said, but was the real Village of Dawn.

But if the Village of Dawn was a field, then the Village of Dusk…

Qi Leren suddenly understood. The Prophet who slept beneath the Courthouse and spent most of his time in the cold ice pool, it turned out that he had been silently supporting the Village of Dawn that sheltered mankind. As a player, he did not know how to escape the sanctions of time. He had even spent more than 20 years completing compulsory tasks, and had survived to this day.

“A naive idealist inherited Maria’s will, created a box of time with the belief of protecting, and fixed the newly established refuge under dusk forever. His original force was ‘time’. Originally, he was the one most likely to evade mission sanctions, if he had not lost to the box.” Su He’s expression was full of compassion and tenderness.

The Prophet’s original force? Qi Leren seemed to understand. He knew that some of the higher demons had original forces, such as jealousy, lust, despair… They were getting stronger and stronger while approaching the original force. At the level of the three Devil Kings, they had almost merged with the original force.

But did the Prophet, a field-level human being, also have his own original force?

His force, was it time?

Qi Leren’s heart was full of curiosity and doubt, but Su He had no intention to solve his doubts: “Go, don’t challenge your limits with your life, you’ll never know what kind of miracle you will create. Although 99.9% of people end up dead through this process, I sincerely hope that you are the exception, because I have some expectations for you.

"Qi Leren, today’s adventure is only the first step. I am waiting for the day when you complete the transformation,” Su He said.

The beautiful Village of Dawn began to become blurred, and even Su He’s voice gradually drifted away, as if separated by a dream.

When Qi Leren came to his senses, he still stood in the corridor on the lowest level of the institute, and only a few seconds had passed.

It was the fourth day of the game… No, the zero hour had passed, and it was the fifth day. He didn’t know if the army’s ship could arrive. He had reason to suspect that it wouldn’t come too quickly. After all, the rescue was always late after all the problems were solved.

Su He said that he had released the octopus in the underground glacier, which was definitely more difficult than the ones he had encountered before. He needed to upgrade his equipment, such as finding a rocket launcher like what Mark had used against him.

This was in the institute’s armoury, but Qi Leren hadn’t taken it since he hadn’t expected to use it. He decided to double back and look for it. In addition, we should find a NPC that was still alive, and take them to the instrument that could detect whether they had become a host, and he hoped to meet Dr. Lu and Du Yue along the way…

Qi Leren returned to the stairs and began to go up. When he passed the power room, he went in again, restarted the power supply, and restored power to the whole underground research institute.

With the light, he was feeling much better. Qi Leren finally recovered from the frightening meeting just now, stopped thinking about Su He, and absorbed himself in preparing for the next challenge. According to game logic, there must be a restock of supplies before the war. Unfortunately, the copy world did not necessarily come according to game logic, so he had to rely on himself. He didn’t want to rush unprepared into that horrible boss battle.

Suddenly there was a noise in the corner of the power distribution room. Qi Leren suddenly looked towards it and raised the gun in his hand, shouting, “Who?”

“…It’s me.” He Yi stood up. His condition looked worse than before. He was emaciated and almost withered. “Mark came in, I met him!”

Qi Leren was taken aback and realized that what he said was in reference to when Qi Leren had wanted to leave the institute through the laser corridor before, but He Yi, who had made an agreement with him to cut off the power supply, did not cut off the power in time—because at that time, Mark had moved the debris in Annie’s basement and had entered the institute to attack He Yi.

“I’ve taken care of him, and Annie, Xue Jiahui, and Francis; all four of them were parasitized,” Qi Leren said calmly.

He Yi looked at him in astonishment: “How did you do it?”

If it weren’t for the enemy at present, Qi Leren would still use the rhetoric of “an apostle of God” to fool him. Unfortunately, now that his Prophet’s Heart skill was cooling down, he didn’t need to continue acting. He simply said: “It’s a long story. Let’s talk about it when we have time. Right now we’re in danger…”

“I know.” He Yi leaned wearily against the wall and smiled bitterly. “It’s come out.”

“What?” Qi Leren became nervous.

“That monster…” He Yi looked desperately at the ceiling above his head, as if he were an outlaw being chased by troops behind the cliff ahead, and murmured in a low voice, “We can’t escape.”

“Do you… Do you know something?” Qi Leren finally asked the question that lingered in his mind.

For a long time, He Yi’s attitude had been a bit strange. Qi Leren hadn’t thought much at first, but with the discovery of the plot, he had to face up to this problem—He Yi, he was an insider.

“Why is there an amphioctopus here? Why did I happen to find a basement when I was kidnapped by Mark? Why am I able to blow up the access to the research institute accurately but I am safe and sound? Why can this institute’s power supply, which has been off for many years, still be used? Why do I know where there are weapons and how to use the equipment? Have you thought about these questions?” He Yi asked, one question after another.

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Editor’s Notes: To clarify, the “forces” mentioned in this chapter are along the line of forces of nature but on a more human scale, ie. the “forces” the witches and demons have as their titles. A closer translation would have been to use “power”, but I wanted to make sure it was distinct since “power” is already used in several other contexts in this novel.

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