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

But before Fluoxetine could complete her swing, something resembling a bull from a Picasso painting—or rather, a strange creature composed entirely of lines that vaguely resembled a bull—charged over and sent Fluoxetine flying.

Fluoxetine tossed out two cotton candy-like white clouds mid-air to cushion her fall, finally landing steadily on the clouds before turning to look at the pale-faced Robin.

”Well now, little Robin, my dear treasure... I almost forgot about you!”

”But no matter, anyway the Referee is already... Hmm?”

During her backward movement, Fluoxetine again collided with the invisible barrier, being slightly rebounded.

She looked in surprise at the Referee named ”Tianjin Tiger” lying on the ground.

The man was pale, his forehead beaded with sweat, his back drenched in blood.

But with one hand embedded in the concrete road surface to stabilize himself during the collapse, his other hand firmly grasped the small red triangular flag.

”The match isnʼt over yet.”

The Referee spoke weakly but with unwavering determination.

”Quite impressive, Order! This is too interesting!”

Fluoxetine snapped her fingers.

”Though... while it still prevents me from leaving, it shouldnʼt be too difficult for people outside to come in now, right?”

As she spoke, she holstered her M1911 pistol and scattered a handful of petals from her bosom.

”Swish—”

The petals danced in the air before forming an archway.

On the other side of the archway, a frail-looking girl who appeared to have albinism—wearing bear-themed pajamas at home while holding a bowl of instant noodles and watching cartoons—suddenly turned her head, her gaze meeting Fluoxetineʼs and the astonished Order Game Masters.

”Fluoxetine, what the hell are you messing around with now?!”

A standard young girlʼs voice with a strong northeastern accent rang out in angry curses.

Fluoxetine put on a frightened and wronged expression: ”Help me, Dolantine! Iʼm about to be killed! Itʼs so scary!”

”Piss off! Donʼt disgust me, Iʼm telling you! Canʼt you just run away yourself?!”

”If you canʼt win, canʼt you at least run? What kind of idiot are you?! What—did Order secretly spit like two hundred sticky bubblegums on the ground to glue your shoes in place, or did you fall for some handsome guy scheme where ten hunks are doing exclusive pole dances that hooked your pure little soul, making you drool all over the place and your legs go weak so you canʼt move?”

Despite her verbal abuse, the little girl still put down her noodle bowl, paused the cartoon, and stepped through the archway.

Then, she saw the Referee on the ground, Phantom clutching his thigh and howling in pain, and Fish in mid-air with her hover boosters exchanging ranged attacks with two Order Game Masters.

Plus the leaves enveloping Mosin-Nagant and Radish Grandpa, and Robin drawing in the corner.

”Holy fucking hell, this is like a painting of hell! You really outdid yourself, Fluoxetine! There arenʼt many special specimens among Players, but today youʼve managed to gather them all! The last time I saw this much random crap was when I was six and my grandma took me to the reptile and insect houses at Fengcheng Zoo!”

As she spoke, she pulled out two futuristic-looking grenades, yanked the pins out with her teeth, and casually dropped them at her feet.

”Watch out for grenades!”

Li Hua shouted a warning, spinning his dice again.

But before the dice could show results, they were interrupted!

”Bzzz—!”

An intense blast of noise and blinding light erupted.

Everyone quickly realized.

”Theyʼre flashbangs!”

But soon, they noticed something wrong...

Because these flashbangs kept flashing without end!

The intense light and buzzing continued to envelop the elevated highway, depriving everyone of their vision and hearing!

Even Lin Yu, who had been secretly observing from another section of the abandoned highway that hadnʼt collapsed and had moved even further away to avoid being caught in the crossfire, suffered from the effects.

He dropped his binoculars, rubbing his right eye vigorously as tears streamed down like broken pearls.

Everything he looked at had afterimages!

”What kind of people are these Psychological Society members?”

”What kind of dirty tricks are these?”