Chapter 27: Why don't you run away when you see me? Are you waiting to die?

The puppet was a little confused.

  This man, why didn't he run, didn't know the rules of the game, or did he think he wouldn't kill him?

  The people hiding nearby looked at the one man puppet that was staring at each other.

  There were no words.

  "Sending someone to their death is not the way to do it, is it?"

  "It's the first time I've met someone who's tired of living like this."

  "Did ignorance give him the guts?"

  The pop-ups kept scrolling in the live room.

  In their eyes.

  Elon and Puppet stare at each other... this is a death wish.

  For the puppets will brutally tear apart and painfully kill everyone they find.

  Some players have closed their eyes.

  Not daring to look at the scene that happened next.

  For fear that he would be frightened and panic and then reveal his whereabouts.

  Even more frightening, the puppets suddenly appeared in front of them.

  And at that moment, Elon looked up at the puppet and asked, somewhat surprised, "Why don't you run?"

  Puppet: "??"

  You're the one who should be running around here, aren't you?

  But he was found out, and according to the rules, Elon was to be eliminated.

  The puppet slowly raised its hands, trying to grab Elon.

  But before those hands could touch Elon, a light, flashed from the puppet's hands and neck.

  It's too fast.

  So fast that the puppet couldn't react in time.

  Bang--

  The puppet's head, along with its hands, fell to the ground in one piece.

  For a second, the puppet's eyes went wide.

  What just happened?

  Didn't look good at all.

  Elon raised his foot and crushed the puppet's head directly, then said, "If you don't run when you see me, what are you waiting for here?"

  "Waiting to die?"

  Elon slipped the Bladeless into its scabbard and kicked the puppet's body again.

  Black mist surfaced.

  Those two tall, armored figures appeared once again.

  Elon struck the ghost down.

  It's breaking the rules of the game.

  Must die!

  Two tall warcasters walked slowly, trying to make a direct move on Elon.

  But just then, the voice came again from among the speakers.

  "Congratulations to all players, who have successfully broken through the second level."

  Those two war generals, with a look of resignation.

  But since it was determined that Elon was through with the game.

  All they can do is stand still and wait for the next move.

  "This, this passes?"

  Hearing the sound of the loudspeaker, all the players were confused.

  Especially the players who hid far away and didn't know what was going on, the entire group was now dumbfounded.

  Hasn't the game just begun?

  It hasn't even been ten seconds.

  How come the game is over?

  And close by.

  The player who just saw the puppeteer get killed by a sword.

  The brain was even whiter.

  "That's okay?"

  It's surprising that you can pass the level by just taking out the puppets.

  What evil way to play?

  This man, is he some kind of hidden speedway big shot?

  In the live room, many of the viewers went quiet, jaws dropping as they looked at Elon.

  "It's my pattern that's small, the clown is after all myself."

  "I'm practically like a brainiac."

  "The most ignorant person of all, and it turns out to be me!"

  They just said that Elon is giving away his life.

  And now what?

  The puppet is killed by a sword, and the game ends straight away with a perfect pass.

  Think of the pop-up that just went out.

  They just felt that those words, turned into a slap, ruthlessly smacking them in the face.

  The fire hurts.

  A few bold men, stepping out of the shadows, cautiously approached Elon.

  "Big brother, is this all in your calculations."

  "Did you know from the beginning that this ghost could be hacked to death?"

  Elon was a little taken aback when he said, "This puppet is a ghost?"

  "I thought I was a ghost."

  "No wonder this puppet doesn't run."

  Hear that answer.

  A bunch of people couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

  Suddenly, it felt like the puppet had died quite unjustly.

  I'm afraid I never dreamed that it would be cut down with a sword for such a reason.

  "It's getting late."

  The loudspeaker's voice continued to blare, "Get some rest tonight folks."

  "Tomorrow, the excitement of the game continues."

  The two war generals walked up slowly, it was time to take them to their quarters to rest.

  The other players are back.

  All of them looked puzzled as to how the game had suddenly ended.

  It ended inexplicably.

  "Let's discuss it back at the dorm."

  "The war general has gone far."

  The player could only stop talking and catch up with the war general at a quick pace.

  Elon walked ahead, silently following the two warlords, and soon came to a large bungalow.

  Walking into the bungalow, Elon realized that there was only one room.

  But there are a lot of beds.

  Apparently, everyone is going to sleep here tonight.

  Taking everyone to their quarters, the two warcasters were ready to leave the area.

  But not before they turn around.

  Psst!

  A wooden blade that stabbed straight out of a war general's stomach.

  With a shake of his hand, Elon cleaves the warlord in half.

  Then without waiting for the other war general to react, he chopped off the other's head with another sword.

  Kill the two warlords, then sheathe your sword in one fell swoop.

  Elon said lightly, "I let you guys get away twice before."

  "This time, you're not so lucky."

  At the time of death.

  Both warlords rounded their eyes.

  What's going on?

  Shouldn't they be the ones to kill Elon with ease?

  How come it's the other way around now?

  But they can't speak a single word, and can only die miserably with resignation and hatred.

  The other players, and the audience, had looked dumbfounded.

  Seeing the war general killed, they instantly felt as if 10,000 alpacas were galloping through their hearts.

  The whole thing was in the wind.

  This horror game ... well think it's not quite the same as what I've read before, not quite the same.

  Who, exactly, is the scariest person here?

  "Now a new rule of the game."

  The man behind the curtain can't even look at it.

  Keep it that way.

  The demons and devils under his hand would be absolutely killed by this man.

  "No attack, in any form, on the management of the game."

  Elon grimaced, "Oh."

  Behind the Scenes: "..."

  Players and viewers: "..."

  Can't get a word in edgewise.

  Rumble--

  The ceiling of the bungalow, suddenly a huge glass ball appeared.

  The glass ball slowly descends.

  Immediately afterward, wad after wad of dragon coins appeared and fell into the glass globe.

  "It's a bonus for the game."

  A voice came over the loudspeaker, "Ten million dollars total."

  "Those who make it through all the games alive at the end of the day will split the ten million dollars equally."

  As soon as I heard that.

  Almost everyone's eyes were red.

  Ten million dragon coins.

  That's a lot of money.

  Because they may not be able to earn a tenth of that even if they work hard all their lives.

  Just get the 10 million.

  Would never have to look at a vampire boss again.

  Many people are heartened.

  Only Elon squinted at the pile of money.

  Participating in a horror game for money?

  Of course not.

  It must be for the reward.

  "System, do you think this game, will have a setting."

  Elon said to the system, "The more people who survive at the end, the better the reward."

  "Yes."

  The system responds directly.

  "I've read all the conditions that affect the reward."

  "The greater the number of your teammates who survive, the higher the bonus bonus."

  Teammate?

  Elon smiled darkly, and it was true.

  Tonight, I'm afraid there's going to be another bloodbath.