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

Chapter 1145 Scene Construction, 5 Invitations

High in the sky, Lin Yu swallowed three ice creams and held the [Ancient Notes] in his hand. The mental network locked the position of each player with the half-demons and beasts as nodes.

Then...

He constructed the scene from his memory, and then...

【Narrative Trick】Activate!

The other five players present felt dizzy and dazed at the same time - under normal circumstances, they would definitely realize that this was a "mental attack". Experts like them, especially the two from the "Psychology Society", all had various defensive methods or props to counter mental attacks.

But at the same time...

Lin Yu's [narrative trick] distorts and changes their cognition.

As the battles on various battlefields neared their end, all players had an illusion.

"Could it be... that this is 'clearance'?"

The wrong perception forcibly created by Lin Yu caused them to make a momentary misjudgment.

After all, although Lin Yu knew that his mental strength was strong enough, these players had also lost a lot of strength in the battle.

But he would never underestimate the five guys in this field who are all top-notch in the "Third Level"!

And it was this momentary misjudgment...

They have already missed the last chance to resist the [Ancient Notes].

next moment……

Their consciousness entered the "information scene" constructed by [Ancient Notes]!

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"Damn! Someone tricked me!"

Qian Huan opened his eyes and immediately realized that he must have been under some kind of illusion.

The surrounding scene looks like a middle school classroom, with desks, benches, and blackboard projections.

It was dusk outside, and the noisy sounds of classmates and the melodious saxophone music came from outside the window.

I sat on a chair in the middle of the classroom.

"Who did it?!"

[Props] cannot be called out.

Qian Huan was puzzled and was thinking about how to deal with it.

But he soon discovered that... as long as he tried hard to "leave", he seemed to have a feeling of really "waking up".

Combined with the ineffectiveness of the [Props] he just felt, Qian Huan realized...

"It's indeed an illusion, and it's similar to dreaming or an out-of-body experience... Anyway, the core thing is that the connection between my soul and body has been severed, and the instructions in my mind can't be transmitted."

"However, this method doesn't seem very clever. If I use my own abilities attached to the 'soul', or if I firmly establish my will to 'wake up', I think I can successfully resist."

While Qian Huan was thinking, a voice came from beside him.

"Dear Master Magician, I know you want to leave now, but please give me a few minutes. I mean no harm, I just want to chat with you."

Qian Huan turned his head and saw a figure.

And that figure...

He looks exactly the same as he did when he was a student!

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"Who are you? Why did you transform into my appearance?"

Baisha jumped up from the chair in the middle of the classroom and looked warily at the shorter-haired, tattoo-free, more youthful version of himself in front of him.

The other party spoke leisurely, "Mr. Baisha, my identity is unimportant... As for my transformation into your appearance, I mean no offense. I'm just a projection, shapeless, so I used your image to make you feel more at home."

"I'm only offended," Baisha snorted coldly. "No matter who you are...you forced me here in this way, and you even dared not show your true face. I don't intend to talk to you."

"But you can leave at any time—I'm sure you've already sensed that this place won't hold you back if you want to 'leave,'" the young Baisha continued calmly. "But... don't you really want to talk to me?"

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"I can talk to you, but...where is this place? This isn't the school I remember."

Bandura looked at the surrounding scene, then at the lush, energetic, and rosy-cheeked young man in front of him, and asked, "This place doesn't even seem like a real middle school—it might look similar, but many details are completely different."

"At least," Bandura picked up a book, "I'm sure this layout isn't used in any school—but its level of detail and rationality isn't something you can recreate out of thin air."

The young Bandura chuckled and said, "You are indeed perceptive... I specially selected this place for a safe conversation, where even the Death Game cannot monitor us."

"This is... a projection of a small world in the 'Gray Domain.' While it's not the real 'Gray Domain,' it retains its characteristics—safety and seclusion. Neither gods nor the 'Death Game' can spy on this place."

Bandura's eyes gleamed slightly behind his glasses. "Even though you used the image of my younger self... judging by your micro-expressions and tone, you don't seem to be lying."

"Gray Domain, Gray Domain, there actually are players who have reached an agreement with that world and are able to obtain some magical and mysterious methods from that world. What the Second-Daimyo Guild Master speculated is indeed true!"

"And... you actually chose to approach me, even going so far as to create a 'small world projection' and expose this miraculous ability. What was your reason?"

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"Of course I hope to win you over."

Zuo Xi looked at the girl who looked almost identical to him, twirling a ballpoint pen she had picked up from her desk. "'You guys'? You mean... I'm not the only one you invited? Well, let me guess... You didn't invite all the players in this game, did you?"

The other Zuo Xi nodded. "Of course, you should also know that I took a huge risk by actively approaching you players. We almost never make this kind of contact. We've existed for so long, but there's no news of us among the player community."

"Even the most powerful organizations and the strongest players, even if they occasionally guessed that we might exist, they still don't know any information about us, right?"

Zuo Xi tapped the end of his pen on the desk. "Ha... So, 'we'... So you're also an organization?"

"Yes, this game is incredibly rare, and every single player meets our 'standards,' so... we've decided, since we've taken the risk, to extend an invitation to all of you."

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"I'm very interested, but what is the name of your organization?"

Fluoxetine held his chin with both hands, rested his elbows on the desk, and looked at the smaller "self" opposite him with a smile.

Little Fluoxetine smiled and looked at her.

"It's not supposed to be disclosed, but... I think it might be beneficial to you if I reveal the information."

"Our organization is called... 'Bronze Furnace'."