Chapter 110: Why Do You Talk So Much

There were also a number of viewers who said, "If this is the game, run away in a hurry."

  "My locker moved, I'm afraid to look."

  "Run away first and wait until you guys tell me the results."

  Many people directly chose to leave the live room because they didn't dare to watch.

  This game is too brutal.

  So much so that it's not just the players involved in the game that get hurt.

  Even viewers who are watching the live stream will be affected.

  According to statistics, 5% of viewers who have watched this game will end up choosing to commit suicide.

  This suicide rate, it's just too high.

  If there are 10,000 viewers, then in the end, at least 500 will choose to commit suicide.

  Not to mention, the audience can be much more than 10,000 people.

  So many viewers choose to run away, and it's hard to escape the end of this game anyway.

  The original live room that was still quite lively instantly chilled out.

  In the end, only a few hundred people who weren't afraid to die, or who were seeing this live stream for the first time, stayed in the booth and continued to watch.

  Of the rest, someone recognized Elon.

  "Isn't this the one who has hopes of becoming the Sword Saint's little brother?"

  "I think his name was, what was it, Lin something?"

  "This person is also too unlucky, seeing that he is about to become famous, he even entered this game."

  "He's gone, dead."

  "Although he has some skills and can be considered an expert, it's impossible to come out of this game alive."

  Game.

  Lin Xue or not, Fatty and Zhao Manfen were all on the verge of collapse.

  Why did you favor the Emperor game?

  Jingle bells.

  It was at this time that the school bell rang.

  Dozens of students, fishtailed and crammed into the classroom, all returned to their seats and sat down.

  Fatty reacted faster, he took a look at the corner where there happened to be four empty seats, and hurriedly said to Elon and the others, "Hurry up and find a seat."

  Elon watched as they sat down with fire.

  If you don't know, you'd think they're really here to study properly.

  "Dude, don't just stand there, if you don't come over here you'll die!"

  Fatty said anxiously to Elon.

  Elon got curious as to what was going on with this game that had these three so scared.

  But he also sat in the empty seat in the corner.

  When Elon sat down, he looked up and saw a girl of thin build, groping for something with her hands up, cautiously walking in.

  "It's her."

  Fatty recognized the girl at once.

  Elon sat right next to Fatty and asked, "You know her?"

  Fatty looked at Elon with a surprised look on his face.

  "You haven't read the intel on this game?"

  "No." Elon said.

  Fatty's eyes widened as he asked Elon, "Are you really from Blue Mercury?"

  How can anyone not know about the Emperor game?

  "Let me tell you a little bit about the game."

  He lowered his voice and explained to Elon, "It's the Emperor Game, and the Emperor, in this case, refers to a person who is behind it."

  "We would receive a cell phone, and the emperor used it to communicate with us and send us missions."

  "If we don't fulfill the Emperor's mission, we will die, or someone else will die because of us."

  Elon nodded.

  Now there's some understanding of what's going on in this game.

  No wonder all three of them looked horrified.

  Because one can die at any time.

  Maybe you die without completing the mission, or maybe someone else kills you in order to complete the mission.

  "What's up with that girl?"

  Elon looked at the girl again.

  She couldn't seem to see anything but fumble her way back to her position.

  Turns out her stool is missing.

  All she could do was stand still with a helpless look on her face.

  There were quite a few students snickering nearby.

  "One thing you should know is that in almost every game, the people you meet are different."

  "But some people are special, they look the same no matter who enters the game."

  "This girl, that's it."

  "She was blind, often bullied by her classmates, and would eventually be killed by players."

  Fatty paused.

  Finally whispering, "This game must be there, it happens every time."

  "The requirements of the Emperor's game are for the player to lie to her, and eventually for her to kill her when she realizes the truth."

  Elon said, "Do people talk?"

  Is the man who calls himself emperor in this game a psychopath?

  How can you do such a thing?

  Fatty was also helpless.

  Because the girl was so soft, very cute, and blind, it could raise the desire to protect in one's heart.

  As a result, the Emperor's Game makes you kill her yourself.

  Use her trust in you and then kill her!

  And before she dies, you're going to tell her the harshest truth of all.

  So many players had a mental breakdown when they saw her dead form.

  Elon looked over at the girl.

  Seeing that she was still standing still, with a hand-to-mouth look on her face, she stood up.

  Such a special girl.

  Surely there's a special reward for keeping her, right?

  "What are you doing?"

  Fatty was startled by Elon who suddenly stood up.

  Elon didn't say anything, but walked right out of his position to the girl.

  "Where's your stool, little sister?"

  The sudden noise startled the girl.

  She thought it was a teacher coming.

  So trembling and bowing his head, he said, "I-I don't know."

  "Don't panic."

  Elon said, "I'm a little older than you, but I went to school with you."

  "Did someone take your stool?"

  The girl kept her head down, afraid to speak.

  Psst.

  Many people beside him couldn't help but laugh when they saw the image.

  "She's just a piece of trash, what do you care about her for, empathy between trash hahaha."

  Elon swept his gaze over them.

  It was finally placed on a male student who was laughing the most, and who had just spoken.

  Reach out.

  "You, bring your stool over here."

  The boy froze.

  Immediately afterward he stood up, his tall physique immediately on display, his body's muscles clearly defined.

  At first glance, it's not to be messed with.

  "You're talking to me?"

  The implication is for Elon to weigh up whether or not he's a match for me.

  The students next to him, burst out laughing even more.

  This new guy, he really doesn't know what he's doing.

  How dare you mess with the class bully.

  This is the most powerful one in the class!

  This is going to be a good one.

  The new guy is sure to get his ass kicked hard.

  Elon doesn't bother to talk to him, he just walks over and kicks him over.

  "Why are you talking so much, I told you to bring the stool over, didn't you hear me?"

  The boy was blindsided by the kick.

  What just happened?

  How is it that you, yourself, are suddenly lying on the ground.

  Immediately after hearing Elon's voice, he realized that it must be Elon's doing.

  So with a yell, he stood up.

  "How dare you hit me?"

  "Seek death!"

  Yelling, he charged towards Elon.

  Elon doesn't even look at him and slaps him across the face.

  His burly body, spun around in the air before he fell to the ground in a sorry state.

  "Don't make me repeat myself a third time."

  Elon said, "I don't see a stool in ten seconds, you'll be crawling to school from now on."

  "Do you know who I am?"

  The boy struggled to his feet and glared at Elon with an angry face.

  "Don't you dare do that to me, you're finished!"