Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god

Regarding what Zhi Geng said...

Lin Yu had no idea what was going on!

How to enter the dungeon in advance in the 'Game of Death'? Lin Yu didn't know what to do.

Although he can judge based on Zhi Geng's words, "knowing the content of the dungeon in advance and choosing the time to enter the dungeon" should be feasible among high-end players.

Li Nian had also come to the same dungeon with him before.

but……

Lin Yu didn't know anything about how to operate it specifically.

He only knows that there are props that allow players to form teams, but what kind of props are used to achieve this kind of locking a certain dungeon in advance and entering the same dungeon without the consent of others...

Lin Yu didn't know.

Therefore, if this question is answered normally, it is very likely that the secret will be revealed.

but……

Lin Yu was very lucky.

"It's not so much that I did it on purpose, but rather... it's fate."

"Destiny brought me here and gave me this game where I can face the gods."

Fortunately, the character of ‘Fluoxetine’ doesn’t have to talk well.

really……

After Lin Yu spoke like this, Zhi Geng sighed silently.

Although helpless, there was no doubt.

"Alright alright."

She muttered quietly, then waved her hands as if resigned to her fate.

"It's really impossible to ask you something..."

"What exactly are you planning? I'd better investigate on my own."

Speaking of this, Zhi Geng was thoughtful.

"Although rationally I feel there is no connection, but I don't know why..."

Zhi Geng looked at Lin Yu, his eyes full of doubts.

"I always feel that your appearance here is related to your previous trip to Jiangcheng."

I heard the word "Jiangcheng" appearing in Zhigeng's words.

Lin Yu's heart almost skipped a beat.

He wanted to deduce more about fluoxetine through his words and reactions.

But I didn't expect...

The other party actually mentioned what Lin Yu wanted to know most.

No……

It's a bit arbitrary to say this now.

Although 'Fluoxetine' appeared in Jiangcheng, it did kill him.

But what Zhi Geng said was not necessarily the fact that fluoxetine killed him.

so……

Lin Yu tilted his head calmly and spoke with interest.

"Oh, you are surprisingly sharp..."

"But do you really know what I did in Jiangcheng?"

Lin Yu said casually.

Zhi Geng sighed: "How much do you distrust my ability? Although others may not know it, I already figured out the situation almost clearly before I went to Jiangcheng."

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with you wanting to hide it..."

"After all, among so many potential players evaluated so far, he is the second guy with 'S+' potential - even most people in your organization only think he is A- or A."

Zhi Geng said, Lin Yu's heart beat wildly when he heard this.

The 'Psychological Association' has [tools] that can evaluate people's potential and never make mistakes.

Based on the evaluation of that [prop], the top management of the 'Psychological Society' will classify people's potential into seven levels from S to F.

The higher the level and the greater the potential, the further you can go in the 'Game of Death'.

Even not only players who have joined the game, but also players who have not yet become a death game, can also get their own rating.

The results of this evaluation are semi-public in most cases - the lunatics from the 'Psychological Society' will even take the initiative to send their recently evaluated player potential qualifications to other organizations.

And because of this behavior, Lin Yu knew their evaluation standards very well.

Those who get a B rating can almost all be 'upgraded' around the eighth dungeon, and nearly a quarter of those who get a B+ rating can succeed in one go.

Most of the experts who support the scene level of various organizations have received evaluations of B or above.

As for A…

Among the people I have come into contact with, ‘tycoon’ and ‘A Nian’ are at this level.

Even the other players at the dinner table are at this level.

Lin Yu couldn't help but guess after knowing the evaluation criteria of the 'Psychological Association'.

I may have been assigned to the evaluation standard of A for some unknown reason.

but……

Zhigeng's words made Lin Yu aware of a possibility.

"Am I S+?"

This possibility even made Lin Yu feel a little creepy.

He maintained his composure and spoke with a smile.

"This is really groundless conjecture, and I won't admit it."

"S+ or something...how could an evaluation of this level appear so easily?"

Zhi Geng sighed.

"It seems you still think I'm deceiving you."

"I have evidence...'Jiangcheng University of Communication', is this enough?"

"You act so casually, do you still want to hide it from me, a 'painter' who has already reached the 'third level'?"

Zhi Geng's words were almost the final word.

Based on these words, Lin Yu completely confirmed...

"It's really me."

With quite complicated emotions, Lin Yu looked at Zhi Geng.

"Correct answer - then, are you going to try to snatch him away?"

Lin Yu said with a smile.

"I don't have that plan, it's just...since it's S-class or S+, it always makes me suspicious."

"Has he been noticed by the gods... If so, who is the god who favors and watches him? Could it be the 'God of Joy'?"

Zhi Geng was thinking.

Lin Yu laughed.

"Well, I don't think so."

It turns out that it is inevitable for S-class to be targeted by gods.

Moreover, I know the answer to this more entangled question...

Lin Yu also knew it very well.

Although it has disappeared due to disguise, Lin Yu can still detect it as long as he concentrates a little.

The simple crow mark on his wrist.

"You seem to know something?"

Zhigeng looked at Lin Yu and said curiously.

"Of course - but I won't tell you."

Lin Yu said, grabbing the hanging rope with one hand.

"Since you are so good at investigating these, then continue to investigate on your own - dear third-level painter!"

After saying that.

Lin Yu stood up from the chair and gently waved goodbye to Zhi Geng.

He just held the rope directly without any protection, without any entanglement or knotting, and disappeared into the dim and stacked clouds under Zhi Geng's surprised eyes.

Zhi Geng looked at all this and was stunned.

"It's crazy."

She muttered, then took out the sketch paper and drew a rather sturdy-looking, metallic hanging basket.

I took out the hanging basket from the paper and put it on the table. I tied it with a rope several times and pulled it hard to test the load-bearing capacity. Then I got in.

Then she held a piece of rope hanging from the hanging basket above her head and began to move extremely slowly.