"I didn’t expect the chef to just be a minor character. Could it be that the mastermind this time is another dead kid? Another Aquarius task?"
The brat survived.
This naturally caused a wave of dissatisfaction among the viewers. They were really eager to see this brat being torn apart by several dogs.
But the brat did not die.
Actually, Wen Xishu wasn’t surprised. He once heard a story in his past life, while traveling by ship, someone recounted an old tale he had heard.
That person’s hometown was in a mountain village. He was originally a soldier, and after being discharged, he returned to the village and encountered a Longxia breed dog, named Lucky.
Lucky was a big dog, a large mottled one. When the man came back from the military, he thought of eating some dog meat.
The big mottled dog had been with the family for seven or eight years.
It also recognized the man. When the man returned, the dog kept wagging its tail.
Until the man picked up a kitchen knife and chopped at the dog’s neck, the dog yelped in pain, struggling for its life.
The man thought the dog was doomed, but while he went for a pee, the dog miraculously found the strength and ran away.
The man felt regretful, thinking he missed out on the dog meat. His actions were severely scolded by his father.
He thought that was the end of it.
But several days later, the big dog actually came back with a shocking scabbed wound on its neck.
When it saw the man, the dog wagged its tail again. The dog gently approached, letting the man pet it.
It still saw the man as part of the family. It just thought it had done something wrong and was being punished by its owner, but the owner had hit it too hard, so it ran away.
The man seemed to understand Lucky’s thoughts, his eyes reddened, and tears flowed down.
After that, the man never ate dog meat again. He didn’t care if others ate it, but he didn’t anymore.
The brat was very lucky. The dogs he hurt were those kind and gentle dogs with no violent genes.
During the event, the brat was petting the dogs’ heads, looking triumphant.
His demeanor only increased his anticipation level instead of lowering it.
Wen Xishu’s anticipation level dropped from 200 to 161. The brat’s anticipation level broke 300, reaching 305.
The most unfortunate one was the Snake-tongued Woman.
There was a moment when, through a highly vigorous performance, the Snake-tongued Woman’s anticipation level reached 150, briefly surpassing the Lecturer.
But after that... 150 lasted for just over ten seconds before it started plummeting.
The anticipation level hit 20.
The Snake-tongued Woman was in despair.
At the beginning, even without doing anything, she had an anticipation level of seventy or eighty, but now, no matter how hard she tried, the audience found her utterly uninteresting.
After the second round, her anticipation level dropped even more than in the first round.
The Lecturer and the feigning idiot killer were still alive.
Neither of their anticipation levels had changed much.
For the Lecturer, it was just another round of manipulation. For the feigning idiot killer, the accident was full of genuinely disabled individuals...
He just had to kill again.
"As usual, the person with the lowest anticipation level will die."
"What a pity."
As the words fell, the Snake-tongued Woman’s terrified gaze was fixed in place, and a giant knight’s sword pierced through her frail body.
The Snake-tongued Woman was killed.
The enormous statue continued:
"Next is the third round of storytelling. In this third round, you don’t have to choose more powerful victims, but you must choose... in greater numbers. In other words, your story must involve multiple victims to be qualified."
"You will have three minutes to tell your story."
Currently, those still alive are Wen Xishu, the brat, the Lecturer, and the feigning idiot killer.
Wen Xishu checked the others’ attributes, finding that their favorability had not changed at all...
"Which means they haven’t been observing me. At least this group won’t be interested in me because of my story..."
"They’re also all participants in the game, merely hoping to survive?"
Among the contestants, there was no true mastermind.
So where would the mastermind be?
The third round of storytelling began.
The knight behind Wen Xishu, eyes shining piercingly, made Wen Xishu’s heart skip a beat.
"It seems... I’ll be the first in the third round."
In the second round, the requirement was for stronger victims than the first round.
In the third round, the requirement is for a greater number of victims.
At first, Wen Xishu couldn’t think of any evil deeds he had done that had impacted many people simultaneously.
Should he have to piece together several stories?
He was irritated by this sudden rule change.
But suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Wen Xishu’s mind!
Instantly, thoughts flooded Wen Xishu’s mind...
"I was wrong... This rule came at the perfect time! Just in time!"
"I shouldn’t focus on competing with these people."
"These people are all minor characters!"
The brat, the Lecturer, the chef, the feigning idiot killer, the prostitute, even the bald man and the thieving man...
None of these people are the true ’protagonists.’
"First, this game requires you to recount your past sins..."
"But in this process, sins are actually a matter of perspective."
"As long as you can manipulate it, you can turn past good deeds into bad ones, just as I have done."
"Of course, you can also honestly recount your sins in this game. Describe the awful things you’ve done. Just like... all those minor characters in this game."