8 A Super Player Is Among You

The middle-aged man said, "This is a clue. It should be a hint for us to move forward."

The youth was delighted and replied: "Then let's hurry forward."

"Let's go."

...

Once ten minutes passed, the guardian beast disappeared.

Felicia was caught off guard and fell from above, almost hitting Nancy.

She cried out in alarm, "Nancy, why are you lying on the ground?"

Nancy said weakly, "I was afraid that the guardian beast would step on me, so I hurriedly crawled under its stomach."

Felicia smiled and sat down beside her, saying: "I told you you're smart. See, you always have a way to protect yourself."

The little girl propped herself up on the floor and said in a soft voice, "Since a young age, I have often been pushed aside and bullied by others because I was thin and weak. I could only hide if I couldn't defeat them. I got used to hiding more and more."

Felicia patted her shoulder and consoled: "It's all in the past. You're very strong now."

"That's because you're here. Thank you."

The girl's bright eyes were like moist gems, beautiful and delicate.

Felicia said, "I didn't help you much. Hey, what's this?"

She picked up a piece of paper from where Nancy was lying, asking: "'Right', what does it mean?"

She took the note and circled it, her eyes landing on the word 'right'.

"Could it be that it wants us to go right?"

Nancy coughed weakly and said, "I think so. Didn't the judge say that there would be a clue if we can subdue the guardian beast? This should be the clue."

"That's true. Then we'll go right."

Felicia was a decisive girl, once the decision was made, she immediately stood up.

Suddenly, she remembered Nancy's body and turned around, "Nancy, do you want to rest for a while first?"

Most of the dried mud had already fallen off, revealing the girl's entire face.

She looked even paler than before, even her lips were pale.

It seemed like she would fall to the ground the next second.

Felicia could not bear to watch and said: "Let's rest for a while more."

Nancy struggled as she got up and replied: "No need, I-I can still hold on."

She was panting after saying those few words.

Felicia immediately supported her and said: "You should rest for a while more. I'll go scout the path. Who knows if the direction written on the paper is a trap or an actual survival route?"

Nancy nodded: "Alright, be careful. Don't go too far. You'll get lost."

"Yeah."

She helped the girl sit down again and walked to the right with the note in her hand.

Nancy turned around and looked at the tattered black cloth.

The repairman did not appear.

Could it be that he was still busy at some other place?

It seemed like the other players had also thought of a way to use the black cloth to control the guardian beast.

She pushed herself up from the floor and walked over to the torn black cloth. She raised her hand—

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over and her face was covered by a black cloth.

Through the tattered hole, she saw the person with smiling eyes.

The repairman was still wearing a loose robe with light colors. He wore gold-rimmed glasses with thin golden tassels hanging down from the side of his face.

Upon seeing him, the pressure similar to that of seeing a statue of God appeared again.

It was just that the aura on his body was not pure. It was like the chaotic feeling of many kinds of divinity fusing together.

At this moment, the voice that came from heaven sounded again, "After the guardian beast disappears, don't touch the tattered cloth. Look."

His hand touched the tattered cloth.

With a gentle pinch, a black line fell from the place where the thread was drawn.

"In this situation, the judge will determine that you have damaged the game equipment."

"…"

Nancy raised her pale face with an innocent look.

In a weak voice, she said, "I suspect that you're treating me like a child."

But he replied, "Even in the eyes of humans, you don't look like an adult."

"I'm already 18."

"Only 18? You are indeed a child."

"…"

The repairman raised his hand. Circles of light dispersed, and the torn black cloth immediately returned to its original state.

He sighed, "I won't come next time. If it's torn, so be it. At most, it'll be a little ugly. The players this time are too smart. It's too tiring to repair them one by one."

Nancy: "…"

This person really deserved it. He came and left without a trace, and repaired the black cloth with a raise of his hand. Was this really exhausting?

In the few seconds of sighing, he had already repaired all the cloths.

He was just humblebragging.

Suddenly, Nancy grasped a few keywords in her mind. She lifted the black cloth and asked, "It's possible to not repair these cloths, right?"

"Human children are really smart. They know how to get the point quickly."

Nancy asked, "Are you repairing them because they don't look good otherwise?"

The repairman lifted his long fingers and adjusted his glasses.

All five of his fingers were wearing a ring, and there seemed to be patterns of varying depths on the rings.

Just as Nancy's attention was focused on the rings, the person sighed in distress.

"This is probably what you humans call obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Nancy slipped and almost fell to the ground.

He was indeed asking for a beating.

Nancy was not sure if he would appear again in the future, so she seized the opportunity and asked, "Can you see the entire process of us playing the game?"

The repairman said, "I can if I want to, but there are too many people. There's quite a lot to observe, so it makes you dizzy just looking at it."

"So you don't watch?"

The repairman did not answer. Instead, he stared at her with a meaningful expression.

Nancy did not dodge and welcomed his gaze.

However, being stared at by someone whose entire body was emitting chaotic divinity, the pressure she faced was really hard to endure.

This type of feeling was extremely contradictory. There was the warmth and benevolence of divine light, as well as the oppression of filthy primal chaos.

Suddenly, the girl turned around and started coughing violently.

She was coughing so hard that she was out of breath and tears were streaming down her face.

The repairman's eyes were filled with pity as he said in a benevolent voice, "It's too pitiful. Humans are truly an extremely desperate race. I truly admire them."

Nancy finally managed to stop coughing and said while panting, "Since you feel that we're very pitiful, why don't you lower the difficulty of the game?"

The repairman shook his head and said: "The rules of the game are born together with the game. No one can change them at will."

Nancy's eyes flickered as she thought about this information. In other words, he could not change it at will, but it was not impossible, right?

She pursed her lips and asked softly, "Who set up this game? Why do you want us to play it?"

The repairman gave her another meaningful look, showing a smile on his lips: "You're a smart kid. You're good at catching the right moment to get information out of me."

Nancy did not feel ashamed at all. She said, "This is a question that all the players want to know. No one wants to die here without knowing anything."

The repairman said, "This is already the third level of God's Game. Among you, there is a super player with both wisdom and courage. He cleared the first two levels alone with incredible momentum."

At this point, he looked at her with the tolerance and gentleness of a God.

"You can place your hopes on him. As long as he clears the third level of the game, humanity won't have to play such games anymore."