Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 763 The show begins

"It turns out that the robin actually won!"

Mosin-Nagant said in disbelief.

"Cena, what a terrifying 'painter'! Why is she so unknown?" Cress muttered. "To be able to paint a 'mirror world'-like scene and project it into reality in such a short time is truly terrifying."

Mosin-Nagant nodded. "Honestly, I never thought the loser would be the God of Cooking. After all, his cooking is at the master level. He's both talented and has put in a lot of hard work."

"But... I didn't expect this 'Robin' to also be so accomplished in painting. Anyway... it was a truly fascinating duel."

The strange woman's voice sounded again behind him.

"Really? You think Robin can win because she's also a genius?"

Mosin-Nagant turned back.

Although the other party seemed to be denying his words, for some reason, Mosin-Nagant did not feel angry.

"Do you have a different opinion?"

"Of course, while you're right, both sides are geniuses who have worked hard for a long time in their respective fields of expertise," Fluoxetine said, resting his chin on one hand, "but... a literary duel is still a battle after all. There's only one reason Zhi Geng will win: she's stronger."

"In these three Level 3 battles, the outcome of the other matches is hard to predict. It all depends on on-the-spot performance, as the five players appearing are all roughly on the same level," Fluoxetine said calmly. "Nicholas, sixty-first, Prisoner, sixty-third, Snowy Owl, fifty-fifth, Mountaineer, fifty-first, and Chef God, fifty-eighth..."

"And Zhigeng's level is different from all of them. Even the Night's Watch isn't sure what her exact ranking is—but I can tell you that her ranking just recently rose once. She's currently ranked... thirty-sixth."

"So, the moment she entered the stage, the outcome of this match was already decided," Fluoxetine sighed. "In my opinion, her performance was even terrible... It was precisely because of her obsession with painting that it was so difficult for her to win."

"As an excellent 'chef', look at what 'MasterChef' has done - two dishes from different cuisines show the level and breadth of his skills, and a tailor-made dish shows his understanding and creativity."

"And what did she produce as an artist... a bunch of practice sketches, a scene sketch focused on restoration... In this competition, she produced absolutely nothing that could be fully called a 'work.'"

"It's her personality and her paranoia—when she's not confident, she won't create."

Fluoxetine paused slightly when he said this: "But fortunately, her strength is strong enough."

Mosin-Nagant and Kress were stunned when they heard Fluoxetine's words.

"Are you serious, sister? If I remember correctly, all the names you mentioned should be anonymous, right? Who are you?"

"Cena, could it be that you are from the forum?"

Although Mosin-Nagant had seen "Fluoxetine", what he saw was not the real thing after all.

Moreover, at this moment, Fluoxetine had changed his clothes and was dressed too simply. In addition, his temperament seemed restrained and calm, and he was not sitting in the seat of the "Psychological Society", so he could not recognize him.

Fluoxetine saw the two men's confusion and said with a smile, "I've only witnessed all of them fighting and attacking at full strength, so I made an estimate."

"The rankings aren't necessarily accurate, but the 'level' is certain."

She looked at Zhigeng, who was already sitting in the audience of "Order", and narrowed her eyes.

"When will you change your nature of being kind and soft to your enemies, little Zhigeng?"

"But it's precisely because of your personality that you're so 'cute'."

Her eyes drifted to the man who was talking to Zhi Geng and was about to stand up to go on stage, and her eyes curved into crescents.

"Great, another cute guy... is coming."

……

"I won, Zhigeng, it's good to win."

"It was a close call - but I got match point."

In the audience seats of "Order" and "Night Watch", everyone praised Zhigeng.

But Zhi Geng was not used to such praise and waved his hands repeatedly: "No... no, I... I..."

She spoke helplessly, then looked at Lin Yu who was about to go on stage.

"Wait, wait... May-May!"

Zhi Geng called out to the other person, and Lin Yu looked at her.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, just... I just wanted to thank you in person," Zhi lowered his head and looked at the tip of Lin Yu's shoes, "Thank you for helping me before - and, if it weren't for you, I might not have won today."

"It was only after I went through the [Instance] with you last time that I... I finally touched the threshold to further advancement."

Lin Yu heard Zhi Geng's words and then smiled: "No way... You can win and move forward because you are very powerful, that's all."

"I should be the one thanking you, Zhigeng—you saved me in the last [copy], and now that you've won this one, my pressure will be much lessened."

Lin Yu said with a smile.

Having said that, he is well aware of the crucial significance of this game.

Because "Order" has now obtained the match point first, as long as Lin Yu wins this game, the "Free Alliance" will not be able to obtain any of the "Nine Treasures of Jingxu" that it needs.

Considering that the match between Zhu Ming and Zhu Qiansi would determine the outcome of the match, it would be best for him to win that match if possible.

So for Lin Yu, what he needs to consider in this game is no longer how to win.

What he has to consider is...

Do you want to win?

Is it more beneficial to let the "Free Alliance" get what they want, or is it more beneficial to let the "Order" get what they want?

Lin Yu fell into deep thought.

Should we allow someone from the "Free Alliance" to take a step forward towards the "Fourth Stage", or should we let "Order" keep these two [items]?

Lin Yu entered the passage, still feeling a little uncertain.

"Anyway, let's perform the first few scenes first," Lin Yu said, returning to the contestant lounge and taking out his phone again. "As for the final direction, let's leave it to improvisation and on-the-spot judgment."

He sent a message to Shen Bingmiao.

"Are you sure there's no problem, right?"

Shen Bingmiao's reply came back quickly.

"Don't worry, the task you requested is very simple for me!"

Although the final outcome is still uncertain...

But the opening... Lin Yu was very sure.

Your own performance and design will definitely amaze everyone from the very beginning!

In the players' lounge, the door leading to the arena lit up.

Lin Yu walked in and walked a short distance before emerging from a white light.

He entered the arena where death would happen!

The huge arena was much wider than what he saw in the audience seats, and the eyes focused on him made Lin Yu feel his heart beating faster.

What a perfect stage...

He looked at the host Earl, and the blazing flame man opened his mouth and spoke the first line of dialogue written in Lin Yu's script.

"Dear audience, next is the fourth game of this competition!"

"The Designer versus..."

"--"director"!"