Deceitful Game

Chapter 193 Mingpo: ...Mom?

Chapter 193 Mingpo: ...Mom?

"Oh~"

Wangliang laughed, affectionately hugging Mingpo's arm, and said with a charming smile, "So, big brother was thinking about this part~"

Mingbo remained unmoved.

He simply pondered, "In other words, I once sold my future to you," and then, "I sold it again."

"That's right."

"You sold me three days from your past life, two days from this life, and one day from your next life—don't worry, your Alipay bill is almost paid off." Wang Liang said lightly, releasing Ming Po's arm and bouncing silently around the room.

"When I came, I used part of it in advance for travel expenses. The rest I took after you remembered the cause of your death, so that you wouldn't end your life in a daze without realizing your mission."

"Then I should thank you."

Mingpo retorted sarcastically, "Then what did I buy? Your hallucination-creating superpower? Why didn't you have it this time?"

Each cycle he has only seven days after becoming the Deceiver.

However, he sold two-sevenths of them to the demons.

If it were just for the ability to create illusions, there would be no need to go to such lengths. Mingpo is not a weak person; he doesn't lack the power for self-defense.

Moreover, this ability is probably of little use to the strong. It's merely a skill for bullying the weak.

"That power is merely a byproduct of the contract."

The demon laughed: "After all, what you sold wasn't just this part—you sold me your memories too."

As for this time—actually, there was a limit, but in your previous life, you specifically imposed restrictions, allowing you—to experience the feeling of having companions again.

Upon hearing this, Mingpo's eyes widened.

If he sold a full "six days" in exchange for the illusionary magic eye and something else, then it could be said that the investment was worthwhile.

But if he even sells his own memories—

"—What exactly did I exchange with you for?"

"That one."

The little girl in red stretched out her delicate finger and pointed lightly to the corner of the living room.

Mingpo looked in the direction she was pointing.

That is————

Dionysus Shrine.

"You killed your past, sacrificed your memories; you killed your present, and committed suicide before me; you killed your future, and sacrificed your six days. Time: You also killed your spirit, and deliberately shattered the destiny of the path of virtue—"

As Wangliang spoke, the smile on his face faded somewhat: "Clearly, you are more suited to bear the Path of Slaughter than Lingboyu."

"The Shrine of Dionysus—is it the legacy of the God of Slaughter?"

Mingpo murmured, repeating.

He already knew that the Dionysian Shrine was a divine legacy, and that there was a certain "god" at the top of each of the five realms.

But why is he the God of Slaughter?

The Dionysian Shrine's ability is to store and harmonize titles, and even to pass them on to others. This seems to be a domain of balance—or even a domain of virtue.

After all, its color is also bright yellow, and it needs to collect power itself to give to others, which can be considered a kind of "selflessness".

Where exactly did it kill?

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Nidhogg's Fang, which can "completely erase a person's existence from the timeline" and "completely nail down the timeline, causing it to collapse if it is retraced," is more like a domain of slaughter.

Thinking of this, Mingpo asked directly, "What about [Nidhogg's Fang]?"

"Such a gentle thing clearly comes from the God of Virtue," the demon said without hesitation.

"Why?"

Mingpo's mind was a bit confused.

The demon just smiled and didn't say anything.

If Nidhogg's Fangs were a realm of balance, he could understand it. He could even conceive of a realm of power—but why a realm of virtue?

Where does its "virtue" lie?

Is it the "De" in "Germany"?

Mingpo even suspected that Wangliang was deliberately deceiving her. For example, the Dionysian Shrine was the Domain of Virtue, while Nidhogg's Fang was the Domain of Slaughter—yet Mingpo also clearly felt that this was no lie. The Dionysian Shrine was indeed a gift from Wangliang; she had no reason to deceive herself.

That means it's very likely that their understanding of the field is fundamentally flawed.

Could it be that the name of the field itself is deceptive?

Or is ending the game of deception itself the greatest "compassion" and "virtue"?

Mingpo slowly sat down on the sofa, running her hands through her hair as she fell into thought.

"It's okay, big brother. You'll understand later."

Kui Liang spoke gently, but his tone became increasingly chilling to Ming Po: "You must be wondering about this because you've already tried the 'Harmony' function—which is why you mistakenly believe it's a divine artifact in the realm of balance."

"—Didn't you notice?"

"Without incorporating the power of the Domain of Slaughter, titles cannot be reconciled—this is the best evidence."

Seeing Mingpo lost in thought, Wangliang simply walked over, tiptoed, gently patted Mingpo's head, and said softly, "We're on the same path, big brother. You'll understand."

Hearing this, Mingbo suddenly recalled the word that Nyarlathotep had unintentionally mentioned before, and remembered the words from that memory: "—What is Twilight Transformation?"

You can think of it simply as someone who has fallen into the clutches of destiny and become the destroyer of the world. They've become the Great Demon King!

"Why use my power? The power of the Twilight Seed—it's probably not suitable for leading others."

Since we've already fallen into the twilight of existence—it doesn't really matter who we sign with.

[After all, the path of "slaughter" would be instinctively rejected by players from the material world—it is a destiny already tainted by twilight.]

"—The Path of Twilight?"

Mingpo looked up and suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, the demon showed a surprised expression for the first time.

Soon, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

That was a completely different expression from her youthful face; it was a mature and gentle smile, like a mother's, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness. Her tone had also changed; it was no longer the childish, strained voice of before, but rather a more hoarse and mature one: "Yes—"

"Ragnarok is coming, and the day of destruction is near."

"The stars will fall from the sky, and time will cease to exist."

"All worlds will be stained by the expanding twilight—in the universe, only deathly silence and eternal darkness will remain. And at that time, even the existing twilight (apocalypse) itself will be swallowed up by a larger, greater, and only twilight (apocalypse)—"

Upon hearing this, Mingpo frowned, and her gaze sharpened.

He stood up, his tone becoming more urgent: "Do you—know something? For example, the Deception Game One?"

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—Little Perle.

Suddenly, Wangliang interrupted Mingpo.

She looked at Mingpo with some disappointment, her voice becoming lower: "You're still so impulsive."

That tone made Mingpo feel even more familiar.

He froze, completely still.

But before Mingpo could say anything, Kui Liang took a step back, his voice becoming delicate and light again, and his body gradually becoming ethereal.

She said urgently, "The transaction is still valid—the installment payments have been received, and the contract continues. When the next cycle begins, you will still be able to use my power—"

Before she could finish speaking, she vanished into thin air.

In the empty room, Mingpo stood there stunned for a long time.

He muttered to himself in disbelief, "—Mom?"

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