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Chapter 214: Murder Game (Second Update)_1

Chapter 214: Murder Game (Second Update)_1

The task corresponding to the murder game also arrived, "Task: Accumulate over half an hour of obstacle course traversal within one hour, deadline one week, punishment for failure: host sneezes for a month."

Forget about it, if Ren He fails, he figures he could sneeze himself to death.

But isn’t this task just asking him to practice parkour? And they phrase it so fancily, obstacle course traversal...

Moreover, the skills the Divine Punishment System had instilled in Ren He just proved this point—all of them were parkour skills!

In fact, Ren He didn’t have any issues with the Divine Punishment System’s description; although there’s always been a debate within parkour about whether to make it more spectacular, with some people feeling that once it focuses too much on showmanship, it’s not really parkour anymore, leading to the derivation of many branches from parkour.

For Ren He, the most practical significance of parkour is to traverse terrain swiftly, using every muscle in his body to achieve the most efficient travel. He is a pragmatic person; when doing tasks, he does them, making flashy flips without an audience is pointless.

Choosing the terrain for parkour is also crucial; you can’t possibly play around between skyscrapers, right?

This task probably means that the harder the terrain, the higher the evaluation. Ren He can’t pick a place that’s too difficult, nor too easy—too hard and he risks hurting himself as a beginner, too easy and the Divine Punishment System won’t let him off.

Ren He has reason to believe that as long as he dares to cut corners again, the Divine Punishment System will definitely not miss this opportunity to teach him a bloody lesson...

The next day at school was like something suddenly becoming popular in some school, like how in Ren He’s previous life, someone started collecting cards from crispy noodle snacks and it caught on across the whole school.

The murder game was just like that at No.4 Middle School. Even during the 10-minute breaks between classes or the 20-minute long breaks, you could see groups of a dozen or more students playing the murder game everywhere.

Anyone would blurt out, "I’m a cop, last night my partner and I verified No.3’s identity; he’s definitely a killer. Please fellow civilians, stop splitting the vote and let’s take down No.3."

The murder game itself is a power conspiracy and the tyranny of the majority—why has this game characterized by deception, sophistry, and manipulation become popular around the world?

Essentially, there’s a fundamental question: is knowledge useful at all? The only advantage the killers have is knowing each other’s identity, thereby dividing the world into "a privileged minority" and "an innocent majority."

Ren He reflected on the murder games he had played; by a glance, a suspicion based on flimsy evidence, a provocative "vote quickly, let’s kill this person to test if they’re the murderer", easily deciding the fate of others. What does it feel like to satisfy one’s desire for control in this so-called democracy where the majority rules?

Thrilling!

And those true elites enrich a mere glance with complex acting, turning a suspicion based on flimsy evidence into a battle of their own logical reasoning.

The murder game gives everyone different identities and with them engages in a small war.

That’s why it’s caught on.

At No.4 Middle School, elites are a dime a dozen and full of themselves. Once exposed to this game, the thrill of immediate power in the confines of a game is like a drug they can’t kick.

And this game has started to make the Qinghe Club shine in the entire No.4 Middle School; the Qinghe Club is bound to come up in any conversation about the murder game.

That afternoon, the old principal called more than a dozen teachers to his office. Everyone thought there was a meeting, but then they heard the old principal say, "Our school seems to have something interesting all of a sudden. Have you heard? It’s called the murder game."

Could it be that the principal thought the students were becoming too engrossed in this game, losing sight of their priorities, and that’s why he wanted to ban it at school? This speculation made some sense, after all, wherever teachers went, they could see students seriously discussing the murder game, congregating to play after class, and clearly, the library was less crowded after school.

The old principal looked at their expressions and calmly said, "When something new emerges, we should first try to understand the reasoning behind it. Come on, let’s play a few rounds and see."

The old principal had been the head of No.4 Middle School for 31 years and understood deeply that what the school needed to do was not to suppress the students’ nature. There was once an interesting movie about a villain who liked to lock up all the gifted and talented young people, turning them ordinary, while the young protagonist struggled against this villain.

When the old principal first heard someone describe the plot of this movie, he was suddenly struck by a realization; wasn’t this what the villain was doing exactly what the Ministry of Education was doing...

Of course, that was said in jest, but everyone at No.4 Middle School loved the old principal precisely because he never advocated for suppressing the students’ nature.

At this moment, the old principal actually wanted to gather more than a dozen teachers to play the murder game together! He wanted to find out why the students were so captivated by this game.

All the teachers had understood the murder game over the past two days, so when the old principal pulled out a deck of cards with words written on the back for everyone to draw, they all quickly got into the spirit of the game. They knew the principal’s temperament; if you were serious about playing the game, you had to forget your identity as a teacher, and now each participant was merely a player.

The old principal drew a policeman, and he was truly serious about playing the game, so throughout the process, he did his best to use his wisdom and acting skills.

However, in the end, he was still led by a killer to a showdown against a civilian, ultimately leading to his elimination from the game...

The old principal raised his eyebrows and took a sharp breath as he pondered, reflecting on all the characteristics this game revealed while the others continued with the murder game.

When the entire game ended, he suddenly smiled and said, "Quite interesting."

Being a perceptive man, he quickly recognized the sense of satisfaction this game provided to people’s desires. The game was extremely well-suited for the self-assured students of No.4 Middle School, no, even more, it could possibly become as popular as poker worldwide.

This was something developed by a first-year high school student? The old principal suddenly took an interest in this student.

"Principal, shall we still allow the students to play?" the vice principal asked.

"Let them play," the old principal, with his hands clasped behind his back, looked out the window at the students sitting on the ground playing the murder game and smiled, "Sooner or later, they’ll have to learn how to play the game of deception and power with the world."

Indeed, No.4 Middle School had never intervened much with this game named after violence, and even the teachers started playing it.

Yang Lan, with nothing better to do in the afternoons, would go directly to Class 5 of the first-year students and play with a few members of the Qinghe Club. In this process, he suddenly realized that Liu Bing, Ren He, Jiang Haoyang, and Li Yifan were incredibly cunning, never slacking off, decisive in their killings.

If any of these four ever drew the same role, no one else stood much of a chance.

Playing with the students was even more thrilling and dangerous than playing with the teachers—were the teachers at No.4 Middle School too damn naïve?!

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As usual, take a bite of food