The End of Ten Days

Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 2

The woman's screaming stopped, and everyone's thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

The men who had been hurling insults moments before also fell silent.

This was no longer a matter of "breaking the law." The terrifying truth now stood before them: this monstrous figure was absolutely willing to kill.

After a full minute of oppressive silence, the goat-headed figure nodded slightly. "Very good, nine of you. It seems you’ve all quieted down."

The group’s expressions darkened, but no one dared to speak. Just as he said—there were now truly only "nine" of them.@@@@

Qi Xia reached out with a trembling hand and pulled a pale yellow fragment off his face.

It was a piece of shattered brain tissue, still warm and faintly pulsing. But within seconds, it lost its vitality, collapsing like a punctured balloon.

"Now, allow me to introduce myself," the goat-headed figure said, lifting his blood-stained hand to point at his mask. "I am 'Man-Goat,' and you are 'Participants.'"

The group froze, confused by the terms. "Man-Goat"? "Participants"?

"You’ve been gathered here to participate in a game—a game that will ultimately create a 'God,'" Man-Goat said in a calm tone.

These words caused the group to frown collectively.

During the short time they had spent with this man, they had already recognized that he was a madman. But now this madman was claiming to be creating a "God"?

"Create... what kind of God?" the muscular young man asked nervously.

"A God like Nuwa!" Man-Goat exclaimed, gesturing excitedly. His rancid odor seemed to intensify, and his voice carried a hint of malevolence. "Isn’t it wonderful? You will all be witnesses to history! Nuwa once created humanity, but sacrificed herself while mending the heavens, transforming into a rainbow... We cannot lose Nuwa, so we must create her anew! A great mission awaits this 'God'!"

As he spoke, his voice grew louder and more manic, his entire demeanor brimming with fervor.

"Nuwa..." The muscular man furrowed his brow, finding the concept increasingly difficult to accept. After a pause, he asked, "Are you some kind of religious cult?"

"Religious cult?" Man-Goat tilted his head and looked at the man. "We are far grander than a 'religion.' We possess an entire 'world'!"

After hearing this, the group fell silent again.

The muscular man’s question was pointed—Man-Goat’s actions had clearly resembled those of a cult. However, most cults tended to invent new deities rather than invoke heroic figures like Nuwa.

"If that’s the case..." the muscular man pressed on, "what exactly are we here to 'participate' in?"

The man in the white coat tapped his fingers lightly on the table. After a moment, he calmly said: "Your plan is good—assuming you aren’t the liar. But how can we trust you? If you were the liar, and we all wrote 'No one lied,' you’d be the only one who survives."

"What kind of nonsense is that?" The muscular man looked slightly annoyed. "If I were the liar, why would I propose such a plan? I could just focus on saving myself."

Man-Goat raised his hand slightly and said, "Your one minute is up. Please stop discussing."

The two men glared at each other but held their tongues.

"Now, draw your cards," Man-Goat instructed, pulling a small stack of cards from his pocket. The cards were about the size of playing cards, with the words "Nuwa’s Game" written on the back.

The muscular man frowned. "What are these?"

"Identity cards," Man-Goat chuckled. "If you draw the card marked 'Liar,' you must lie."

The muscular man gritted his teeth. "You’re messing with us! Why didn’t you explain this rule earlier?!"

"This is your punishment," Man-Goat sneered. "I wasn’t finished explaining the rules when you asked to discuss strategy. You wasted a valuable minute—it’s not my fault."

Though seething, the muscular man swallowed his anger, knowing Man-Goat’s strength made resistance futile.

Within a minute, all nine participants had drawn a card, but no one dared to look at theirs.

For the four women, their hands trembled slightly, while the men’s faces were grim.

This wasn’t just about "identity"—it was about "life and death."

Qi Xia took a deep breath, casually sliding his card toward himself. He flipped it over for a quick glance.

The words staring back at him were clear:

"Liar."

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