Numbers 1 to 5, assigned!
Seeing the numbers above their heads, Players 4 and 5 instinctively let out a sigh of relief. Whatever else happened, according to the rules laid out earlier, at least their lives were safe.
And their positions were comfortable—based on what was said before, if more than half rejected a proposal, the person making it would be executed.
Logically speaking, the earlier players would have to cater to and appease those in the later slots when making their distribution proposals.
After all, those in later positions wouldn’t die, and with no special benefits to gain, they had no reason to approve a bad deal.
Players 2 and 3, on the other hand, had slightly darker expressions. Their positions were awkward. Facing the insect pillar in front of them, that cold, glowing number gave them absolutely no sense of security.
Especially Player 2—the only woman among them. Her face was particularly grim as she cursed her bad luck internally.
But when she saw that the big shot Lu Ce had drawn the number 1, her mood instantly brightened.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of balance.
At this moment, the other four players were all looking toward Lu Ce, their eyes carrying varying degrees of pity and... schadenfreude.
Sure enough, offending the Game Host was never a good idea.
No matter how strong you are, you’re still just a player in the game. The Game Host? They’re the ones making the rules. What were you even showing off for?
Seeing Lu Ce lower his head and remain silent, they couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.
People love building up gods. But even more than that, they love watching them fall.
Seeing the strongest player here, someone so powerful that they threatened the balance of the game, now placed in the worst possible position—it was a guilty pleasure.
What gratitude? When he helped cut off their legs, didn’t he extort them in the process?
At that moment, Lu Ce’s blue mask shimmered, its glow shifting, though no clear expression formed. He kept his head lowered, murmuring something under his breath.
The others fell silent, straining their ears, curious to hear what this big shot was muttering.
"Beyond the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the horizon~~"
Everyone: ?
The f*ck are you singing for at a time like this?!
Are you out of your mind?!
You can never guess what a big shot is thinking.
But regardless, it was Lu Ce’s turn now—it was his time to distribute the points.
【Damn, this is rigged.】
【This is totally a setup. Ugh, why provoke the Game Host like that? Stay low-key, man.】
【At this point, he should just focus on staying alive. That alone would be a miracle.】
【Sigh, the tallest tree in the forest gets blown down first. Look at the other players’ eyes—they clearly want him dead.】
【Man, sometimes you just gotta keep your head down…】
The barrage of livestream comments was overwhelmingly pessimistic.
Only a few, like Kong Bai, were frowning, sensing that something was off.
Game theory— that was supposed to be the core of this game.
It shouldn’t be a dead-end scenario like this.
They calculated as they watched Lu Ce, who was still humming his tune, waiting for his next move.
And Lu Ce himself? He was thinking too.
The first thing that came to mind was the effect of his Greed Mask.
Right at the start of the game, he had seen its description, though he’d quickly pushed it to the back of his mind.
【Greed (Blue) (KAITO) - Personality Influence: Amplifies greed, makes the wearer talkative and highly active in thought. Cunning and deceitful.】
【Benefit: Luck subtly increases, with peculiar effects in critical moments.】
【Description: At the gambling table, the one who wants to win the most… will win!】
"By all logic, my luck should be pretty good. If that’s the case…"
"Oh, seems like there’s no issue, then."
After a long silence, Lu Ce finally spoke, chuckling to himself.
On his blue mask, a grinning expression surfaced once more.
"Ah, such a shame… all these insects, going to waste."
Staring at the Pain Points in front of him, Lu Ce had already figured out the key to this game.
Just as he was about to continue speaking, a voice beside him cut in.
"Perfect Completion Player," the voice was that of a smart-looking woman.
"I think, since we’ve come this far, there’s no need for riddles anymore, so I’ll be straightforward."
"We all acknowledge your strength, but since you’re the first in line, you should give up your share of the rewards."
"You take zero points. As for how we split the rest, the four of us can discuss it now."
"This way, even though you won’t get anything, at least you won’t get thrown into that jar."
"You used to be a Perfect Completion Player. As long as you survive, there will always be future opportunities."
"What do you say?"
She sounded logical, like she was considering things from Lu Ce’s perspective.
After all, she was Player 2—if Player 1 suddenly went crazy and chose to throw away his life, then when her turn came next, she’d be the one under pressure.
Better to take the initiative and secure Lu Ce’s approval—at least that way, she could reduce her own risk.
At that moment, the Game Host spoke again.
【Attention, everyone. Every five minutes, if a round of voting is not completed, a door in front of a random player will open slightly~.】
The ominous voice echoed once more, like a judge delivering a death sentence.
The players shuddered at the implication.
【Of course, to prevent stalling, if the player whose turn it is refuses to propose a distribution plan, the door in front of them will be the first to open.】
"My offer still stands, Perfect Completion Player," Player 2 urged, growing impatient. "We don’t have time to waste!"
"Stop shouting. Quit interrupting me!" Lu Ce silenced her with a glare, then asked:
"I have a question—can this ‘100’ be split into decimal values? Like, could I give someone 0.000001 points?"
【…No! The distribution must be in whole numbers!】
"Tch, what a shame."
Lu Ce muttered, lifting his head.
"In that case, I won’t waste time."
"Here’s my distribution plan."
Player 2 froze.
She knew it—this guy was about to do something crazy!
The other players perked up immediately.
"Player 5—1 point."
Player 5 blinked in confusion.
"Player 3—1 point."
Player 3 thought he must’ve misheard.
"Player 1—that’s me—98 points."
"Player 2 and Player 4—0 points."
Player 2: …
When this insane distribution plan was announced, everyone questioned whether their ears were malfunctioning.
The entire livestream exploded!
He’s… seeking death?!