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

Chapter 929: Replay of Lao Zheng's Death, Li Hua's Meeting Request

"Another faction?"

Lin Yu asked curiously.

"Yes, everything I said before was based on the premise that this game is a high-dimensional, unconscious, almost 'natural law,' like a complex system of rules. At least for now, it's not controlled by 'some subjective will'—and the gods in the ten realms, because of their high status, can understand and utilize the rules of the 'Death Game' to a certain extent."

"Based on this, my initial goal in founding the Psychological Society was simply to better develop resources... But for her, your favorite, Fluoxetine, she and some of the original members of the Psychological Society, including those on the board of directors, believed that the Death Game was developed by a Supreme Will, a supreme deity that held all power. That will oversaw the game, while the remaining gods were merely collaborators, participants and operators who communicated with the Supreme Will. In other words, there were two factions within the Psychological Society with differing understandings of the nature of the Death Game."

"But no matter which faction we belong to, we all share the same consensus: we need more and stronger players and we need to use the rules of this game to accelerate the growth of the player base—just like different sects of a religion."

Old Zheng explained and Lin Yu nodded.

The "Psychological Society" is indeed an organization composed mostly of scholars, and it was within Lin Yu's expectations that they would try to explore the nature of this "death game."

Both statements... based on the phenomena observed by Lin Yu himself, seem to make some sense, and there seems to be no way to verify them for the time being.

"I roughly understand. So she killed you because of a difference of opinion?"

Hearing his boss's question, Lao Zheng sighed, "Boss, could you please stop provoking me... But she really didn't attack me because of a conflict of ideas or anything like that."

"Although she believes in a supreme will, that's not why," Old Zheng said distressedly. "To be honest, I don't understand why she attacked me... At first, I thought I went too far in that insane asylum and caused her to resent me."

"But she used the remaining soul of the Lord of Kirishima and the 'world rules' that I couldn't fully control, borrowing from them, to force me into a desperate situation. She specifically reserved time to speak to me at the last moment. I can't quite grasp her thoughts, or perhaps I can understand them, but I can't quite articulate them. So, I'll tell you her exact words."

Lin Yu looked at Lao Zheng and nodded slightly: "I'm all ears."

"She said... 'Your arrangement is too boring, too wasteful, too simple, and too conventional. This is what truly makes things exciting and dynamic, a truly unforeseen crisis. Come, dear president, let us enjoy this journey off the beaten path into the unknown.'"

Old Zheng repeated the last words. Even though his tone was flat and he was just repeating them, Lin Yu could roughly guess the tone of his voice at the time.

He was very sure that Lao Zheng must have remembered the original words word for word.

After all, Lao Zheng is very smart, and he must be impressed by his last speech before he was killed.

And this paragraph... every word sounds exactly like something Fluoxetine would say.

"That's really her style of speaking," Lin Yu sighed. "And after such a fashionable speech, thinking about how she's been able to cross levels and kill people, a 'second level' killing a 'third level', committing insubordination, a member killing the boss, and even kicking you to death like a stray dog ​​on your home turf, she's so cool! I'm almost becoming her fan."

Lao Zheng sighed, "Don't insult me, Boss."

Lin Yu nodded. "Okay, let's not talk about her then. Do you know what the second generation of 'Floyd' is? From what I heard from my senior, her emphasis seems to be on quantity rather than quality. What kind of school is this within your group?"

Lao Zheng gave an excellent answer: "I don't know. I never heard of such a thing during my time as president... This is indeed a bit different from the original approach of the Psychological Society, and you could even say it's completely contrary to it. After Bandura came up with the potential rating system, our board promoted it to improve 'quality' rather than 'quantity.' For example, that extremist Lacan even proposed that 'the death of a hundred mediocre players in exchange for one outstanding player' is completely acceptable."

"No one ever said we should cast a wide net," Old Zheng sighed. "Who knows where this guy came from... and he even became my successor. Damn boss, I'm starting to support you in overthrowing the entire organization. How did our Psychology Society end up like this?"

Lin Yu smiled and said, "Ha, it seems we are getting more and more in sync."

"Anyway... let's go perform first."

Lin Yu took out his cell phone and sent a new message in the drama club's group chat on behalf of Shen Bingmiao.

"Everyone, gather. President Shen was overworked revising the script last night and is feeling a little unwell today, so he's resting in the hotel. He won't be going with us. I'll be leading the team and the performance today."

After sending the message, "Received" and various emoticons popped up in the group.

With a president like Shen Bingmiao, the atmosphere in the drama club is relatively relaxed, and group chats are naturally not so particular. Everyone basically chats with emoticons flying around.

However, everyone still respects Lin Yu, the "pillar" who is easy to talk to and gentle but actually very serious about performing, so they will seriously receive Lin Yu's messages.

While waiting for the drama club members to gather, Lin Yu quickly went over his lines in his mind.

Just as Lin Yu was about to enter the performance state, Lin Yu suddenly heard his cell phone ringing.

I took out my cell phone and saw that Li Hua had sent another message in the private chat.

"Director, when are you free?"

Lin Yu looked at the message sent by Li Hua and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He had originally planned to find an opportunity to ask Li Hua about the action against the "Psychological Society" last night, but he didn't expect that he would come to him on his own initiative.

"What's wrong? I'm in Zhengcheng and I'm going to perform on stage soon."

Lin Yu replied to Li Hua's message.

"Zhengcheng, huh? I see. I'll be there soon."

"When you're done, send me the location. I have something to tell you in person."

Lin Yu was very surprised to see Li Hua's message.

"So serious?"

"It seems something happened last night!"