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

Chapter 917 The Most Suitable Third Party Candidate

After Ren Gu completely convinced Bi Fang, the negotiations between the two sides began.

The leaders were naturally Lacan and Bifang. As the strongest on the surface and the two "fourth-level" people present, the two began to discuss the ownership of the "inheritance".

Although the Psychological Society insisted that the entire "heritage" belonged to them, Lacan still gave in after Bifang emphasized that "you know, we, especially the "order", cannot allow this to happen."

Of course, it was impossible for both sides to propose something like "dividing the inheritance equally", but after some discussion, a plan that was accepted by everyone was finally put forward.

The proposer of this proposal...

It’s Fu Luo.

"In that case, we can find a third party to seize the legacy first, then force them to reveal all of the contents. Then, you can all work together to snatch it and break the statues at the same time. The looted items will instantly be taken away by us, the 'low-level' players who entered using airship tickets. This will not only rely on your own abilities, but it won't be too embarrassing."

"And...if someone wants to take preemptive action before any step, we'll have plenty of time to counter, right?"

This plan was readily agreed upon by both parties.

but……

"Who is this third party? Is there really a credible third party present?"

As Nineteen spoke, Fu Luo pointed to the curled-up vines on the ground: "Isn't this what it is? A native monster of Kirishima—this can't be a matter of mutual interest, right?"

Hearing Fu Luo's words, Nineteen frowned: "But, this thing just attacked me..."

"Then isn't there another monster here?" Chlorpromazine said, "the one who initially disguised himself as 'Old Yao' over there..."

Nineteen was still unsatisfied: "That monster might have reached an agreement with the people of 'Order' beforehand."

Hearing Lao Yao mentioned again, the tycoon snorted coldly, "If you're not satisfied with this or that, then why not just let it go and fight!"

The tycoon's toughness irritated Nineteen and Du Lengding again. They were about to retort when they suddenly heard a strange noise coming from a glass room.

"Gudong!"

Next to the cursed statue, those huge, exposed human organs that were still "functioning" suddenly began to shake violently.

The heart vessels, which were about the same size as a baby elephant's, suddenly burst open, and the invisible blood vessels in the air took on vague shapes - those blood vessels seemed to be connected to another space.

A human figure faintly emerged from one of the blood vessels, and with the beating of the heart, the person fell into the glass house.

Then, a tall woman in a leather jacket and boots stood up, holding a misty crow statue and a radar in her hands.

"Finally—it's out!"

"There's actually a strange flesh-and-blood teleportation array in that pitch-black basement... Let me take a look... As expected, with this kind of mental fluctuation, the legacy of the first generation of 'Freud' is less than five meters away from us—it should be right next to this room... What was I saying, Ah Fen? You have to be confident. Your judgment is correct—your direction is correct. Although the journey was a bit tortuous, we still arrived at our destination."

Zao muttered to himself and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This room... has a wall made of transparent glass.

Through the transparent glass, Zao saw the confrontation between two groups of people outside, and then he was stunned.

"Damn, where did all these people come from?"

Lacon, Nineteen, Tycoon, and Bifang looked at him at the same time, and then the four of them looked at each other.

"This person came in with us using the airship ticket," Fu Luo reminded, "I don't know his background."

Nineteen frowned: "It seems that some of you have greeted her..."

"This guy isn't in cahoots with them," Lacon said. "Besides—he's the... uh, investment target of the Supreme God of Kirishima."

Bifang exhaled: "You choose him, I have no objection."

The tycoon nodded and said, "At this point, this is the only option."

"Compared to monsters, humans have more uncertainties, but in a sense, they are more reliable."

Lacan also expressed his attitude.

"Hey, why choose me?" Zao raised the crow statue in his hand vigilantly, and reached behind his back with his other hand, and a heavy sword appeared in his hand. "I haven't agreed yet!"

"We intend to let you be the first to touch Freud's legacy and then display it to you," Lacon said patiently. "After all... we both want to limit the conflict to a certain scope, so we need a third party to make contact first. Of course, after that, we will try to snatch those [props] from you."

Lacon said, Bifang nodded, and was about to persuade this unknown "second-level" player who suddenly appeared.

but……

To Bifang's surprise, Zao agreed immediately.

"Oh my, there is such a good thing."

Although Zao was not the one responsible for thinking among the three, the moment he heard the plan, he immediately understood the reasons why both parties did so.

There are too many variables in directly contacting the "legacy", and there are too many steps to the "final result of obtaining the props in the heritage and evacuating". If the two sides fight over this point, the conflict will inevitably escalate and neither side will be able to approach the heritage for a long time. In this situation, no matter which side approaches the statue, the other side will definitely fight to the death.

So…if a third party like me were to handle the preliminary steps for the inheritance settlement, and compress and simplify the entire process to the final moment of “snatching”, then the conflict would naturally not escalate.

This is acceptable to both parties.

and so……

I actually played the role of a "buffer".

The reason why Zao agreed immediately was not because he was helpful or kind-hearted.

Simply because...

"Let me tell you in advance, I won't do what you wish. If I succeed in getting the inheritance, I won't just run away. This is your own choice."

Even knowing that two powerful "Fourth Orders" were standing outside, Zao still spoke with full confidence.

Bifang and Lacan would naturally not give up their idea because of this speech.

"The 'legacy' is in the hands of the statue next door," Lacon said, even reminding Zao, "That 'statue' is the key to your leaving the [copy]... In other words, you can try to destroy the statue the moment you get the legacy, before we react. If you succeed, you should at least have successfully left this [copy]."

Lacon said, and Zao narrowed his eyes.

"Okay—I understand."

She walked to the glass house and raised her hand to knock on the glass in front of her.

Bifang raised his hand, took out a piece of chalk from the air and flicked it out.

"Whoosh-!"

"Clap!"

The entire window of glass shattered.