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

”If it was a [dungeon], youʼre way too awesome. Going in at [First-Tier] or even before promotion and coming out completely unscathed... youʼre simply not human!”

As Old Zheng spoke, Lin Yu shook his head.

”No, it wasnʼt that. A Rakshasa was extracted from the Eternal Cage—you can ask the octopus over there for specifics.”

Hannah said somewhat sheepishly: ”Ribbit! Hehe, I was indeed there!”

Old Zheng grew even more surprised. He looked at Hannah for a long moment, then figured it out.

”So... it was the Banquet God?”

”You really do know a lot, and your brain works fast,” Lin Yu also praised Old Zheng. ”Yes, it was the Banquet God.”

”He really thinks highly of you. I thought only that Crow God was so optimistic about you,” Old Zheng sighed again. ”Youʼre really something, kid. Both the God of Change and the Banquet God value you, and even the Fate Fragments have given you guidance.”

”For me, the trouble outweighs the benefits,” Lin Yu waved his hand dismissively. ”As for the Fate Fragments, I donʼt even know what that thing is.”

”Then itʼs better you donʼt know. That thingʼs setting is a bit like Voldemort or some ancient god. The more you understand it, the more youʼll be entangled with it and form connections with it. Thatʼs not a good thing,” Old Zheng remarked. ”When you have the strength of a [Diviner], you can actively pursue them, but for now, forget about it!”

”Then I wonʼt ask more.”

Although Lin Yu was a bit curious, he had always been able to control his curiosity.

However, Old Zhengʼs management of his own curiosity wasnʼt as good as Lin Yuʼs.

Looking at Lin Yu, he said somewhat excitedly.

”So... are Rakshasas really four-armed, tall, and red-skinned?”

”Yes, and they look like they have very low body fat. The meat looks tough at a glance.”

Lin Yu nodded as he spoke.

Old Zheng joked with a laugh: ”You make it sound like an ingredient...”

But seeing Lin Yu remain silent, Old Zhengʼs voice, still carrying a hint of laughter, gradually trailed off.

”Seriously? An ingredient?”

Lin Yu looked at Hannah. The little octopus asked somewhat puzzled.

”Ribbit? Not allowed?”

Old Zheng immediately retorted: ”Of course not! That thing is an intelligent life form, sentient... We humans, in theory, donʼt eat things that have gained sentience—at least things that can talk and communicate are off-limits!”

Lin Yu shook his head: ”Donʼt include me.”

”Are you serious?”

Old Zheng—that is, the former [Freud], founder of the notorious madman gathering organization [Psychological Society]—inquired of Lin Yu in a tone that implied ”Have you lost your mind?”

Lin Yu smiled: ”Iʼm obviously joking.”

Old Zheng breathed a sigh of relief: ”Thatʼs good. I almost thought Iʼd fallen into Hannibal Lecterʼs hands... In that case, Iʼd have to assess whether you were joking when you called me ʼbrain flower.ʼ”

”Letʼs talk about Rakshasas instead... So, can they really transform?”

Lin Yu looked at Old Zheng strangely: ”Thatʼs obviously fake.”

”Huh? Then arenʼt you afraid someone will expose you for making up such a story?”

”Theyʼd have to know that Rakshasas actually canʼt transform first—and as you just heard, Rakshasas have been gone for a thousand years!”