Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Pretending to Be a God

Chapter 75: Entering the Game! Promotion Trial and the Fraudster!

Nighttime, 11:50 PM.

After climbing into the freezer and closing its heavy door, Lin Yu soon felt a slight chill creeping through his body. 

Having seen the dungeonʼs entry requirements earlier, he had specifically visited the drama club before going to the library that afternoon to borrow a thick coat. 

Now with the additional face mask, Lin Yuʼs outfit was indeed sufficient to withstand Jiangchengʼs ”harsh winter.”

Even so, Lin Yuʼs exposed skin still prickled with mild stinging pain.

”After all, itʼs a freezer. The cooling effect is really impressive.”

Lin Yu exhaled and tried opening the freezer door in the complete darkness.

No issues...it could definitely be opened from inside.

However, Lin Yu still didnʼt cancel the timed message set on his phone outside.

It could be opened now, but what if something went wrong?
If he exited safely, he could always manually cancel the freezerʼs alert message.

Therefore, Lin Yu remained calm.

As time passed minute by minute inside the freezer, Lin Yu gradually began shivering from the cold, showing symptoms of hypothermia.

His consciousness started fading.

Then...

Just as Lin Yu felt himself about to lose consciousness.

Blood-red text appeared!

[Entering game soon—]

[Game Name: Frostpeak Mountains]

[Clear Condition: Survive seven days]

[Current game player count: 13]

...

[Detected that you will undertake a ʼPromotion Trialʼ in this game. Loading special tasks now.]

[Promotion Task 1: During this game, tell each participating player a different lie that completely contradicts all others, then activate your ʼFraudsterʼ class ability to make them ʼcome true.ʼ Ensure none of these lies are exposed or seen through until game ends.]

[Promotion Task 2: Find the hidden ʼFraudsterʼ in this game and expose their deception.]

[Complete both tasks to pass this Promotion Trial.]

[Tasks are not mandatory.]

Significantly more blood-red text than before squirmed into view.

Lin Yuʼs consciousness gradually cleared.

”So this is the Promotion Trial? Itʼs indeed highly relevant to the ʼFraudsterʼ class!”

Lin Yu understood immediately.

The first task required lying to each person with different, mutually contradictory lies.

In other words, he needed to tell twelve lies, make all twelve come true, and avoid detection.

The second task...was rather puzzling.

Find the ʼFraudsterʼ and expose their deception.

ʼFraudsterʼ was clearly a specific reference, but to what?

Lin Yu knew the ʼDeath Gameʼ did have a class called ʼFraudster.ʼ

Not extremely rare, but relatively common.

Though it sounded similar to ʼFraudster,ʼ their abilities were completely different.

The ʼFraudsterʼ class was typical Rule Type, able to randomly create a ”false rule” beneficial to themselves that lasted for a duration based on the dungeonʼs length.

It sounded similar to the Fraudsterʼs ʼMake True,ʼ but ʼFraudstersʼ couldnʼt control what rules they created.

Conversely, ʼFraudstersʼ didnʼt need others to believe them or even require a ”target.”

They just needed to activate their ability for it to work.

Lin Yu initially wondered if among the thirteen players, another had the ʼFraudsterʼ class.

But upon reflection, that possibility seemed unlikely.

Unlike ʼFraudsters,ʼ ʼFraudstersʼ had no reason to hide their class.

This ”Frostpeak Mountains” dungeon was clearly survival-type, likely requiring teamwork.

Thus, players would probably ”cooperate” and share their classes.

Even if the ʼFraudsterʼ had a terrible personality and loved lying—like the ʼThiefʼ A Nian heʼd met before—

It would still be hard to conceal!

After all, rules created by ʼFraudsterʼ abilities were known to all players.

Hiding their class wouldnʼt be easy.

Having considered this, Lin Yu currently had no leads on the second task.

”Need to wait for the game to progress and gather more information before further analysis.”

Lin Yu quickly formulated his strategy.

”First work on Task One while ensuring my safety, simultaneously collecting clues about the ʼFraudster.ʼ”

As Lin Yu reached this conclusion, he fully regained consciousness.

His senses sharpened abruptly—howling winds roared past his ears, icy snowflakes stinging his face.

Opening his eyes, he saw nothing but white. He lay on a simple wooden bed in the last intact corner of a snow-collapsed cabin.

A burly middle-aged man wearing a fur hat and old coat sat at the entrance.

Hearing Lin Yu stir, the man turned around, his frost-reddened face showing surprise.

”Oh! Youʼre awake! I thought youʼd frozen to death!”