Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Liang Shousheng lay on the bed, unable to catch his breath. He felt like crying but couldn't, and instead felt an overwhelming anger that led to despair and self-abandonment.

The area he was in had not received Liu Yi's announcement. He hadn't heard Liu Yi's voice and had no interest in the outside world. Everything seemed so dark, hateful, and painful.

He didn't sleep all night, haunted by the professor's words and the despicable face of that shameless person. When dawn broke, he woke up dazedly, got out of bed in a stupor, and his roommates didn't know how to comfort him, so they kept quiet.

He went to the cafeteria for breakfast. It was bustling with activity because that shameless person had arrived, and many students were surrounding him, congratulating him sincerely or flatteringly.

"I love your work; it's amazing!"

"Can I have your autograph, great artist?"

"..."

And Apeituo accepted these compliments and praises with a smile, feeling justified.

In fact, there were already rumors circulating about Apeituo stealing someone else's painting for the competition, but no one dared to spread it widely. Most people knew about it but kept silent. Who would dare to speak up? After all, this was Apeituo, and if anyone dared to say anything, a few keystrokes could reveal everything through the Tianzi system.

Thus, when Liang Shousheng entered the cafeteria, the atmosphere became somewhat strange.

That person was Zeng Jian, who saw Liang Shousheng and greeted him with a smile, "Liang Shousheng, come eat breakfast with us."

Liang Shousheng ignored him and walked forward expressionlessly.

Zeng Jian's face turned grim. Refusing a friendly offer and choosing punishment, this person still didn't understand the situation and dared to embarrass Apeituo in public.

So, when Liang Shousheng finished getting his breakfast, two of Zeng Jian's lackeys approached and snatched the tray from his hands. "Zeng Jian wants you to join him. Either go over or don't eat."

Liang Shousheng's lips turned pale with anger as he strode over. "What do you mean? Why must I eat with you?" Stealing his work was bad enough, but now even where he ate was controlled by him. What kind of person was he?

Zeng Jian smiled and said, "I just want to talk to you. Sit down."

A hand pressed down on his shoulder, forcing him to sit next to Zeng Jian. Zeng Jian put his arm around Liang Shousheng's neck and whispered in his ear, "Control yourself, Liang classmate. Can you smile? If not, should I carve a smile on your cheeks with a knife?"

Liang Shousheng trembled, forcing a smile through humiliation. Zeng Jian was still unsatisfied. "Are you mourning? This is my good day, and you show me this smile?"

Liang Shousheng adjusted his expression, and Zeng Jian laughed heartily, releasing him. "Very good. By the way, here's something for you. Thanks to your work, I won an award, and my old man gave me a new car."

He tossed two hundred dollars at Liang Shousheng, treating him like a beggar.

Liang Shousheng struggled to control himself. The work he had poured his heart into for years was meant to change his life, to stop his parents from being treated like animals. Yet this person did it merely to get a new car.

He didn't need to steal; saving up pocket money for two months or pleasing his elders would have sufficed. But he chose to destroy others' lives.

Because in his eyes, Liang Shousheng was nothing but a Mugan, not human, just an animal.

Liang Shousheng abruptly stood up and walked away.

Behind him came Apeituo's sharp, grating laughter, nauseating and unbearable.

Liang Shousheng felt as if his chest would explode, his heart aching intensely. He had to lean against a tree to rest, or he might faint.

"What? Really? Impossible!"

"How could the Tianzi system be destroyed?"

"But that person is Liu Yi..."

"Hush! It's just online speculation. Who knows if it's true or not. Don't talk nonsense..."

Behind the tree, two people were whispering.

Liang Shousheng slowly realized what they were saying. What?

He quickly took out his phone and checked the internet, discovering that such a significant event had occurred last night. Clearly, most people either didn't believe it or didn't dare to believe it, and the majority of online voices condemned and cursed Liu Yi.

Liang Shousheng's heart raced, his blood boiling, and sweat pouring down his body.

They didn't believe, but he did!!! How could that be considered a god? A true god wouldn't be like this, dividing people into different classes, treating those like Apeituo and Zeng Jian, who lacked any wisdom, as creations of intellect!

It seemed he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He stood up and strode back to the cafeteria.

Zeng Jian and his lackeys were still laughing, seemingly making fun of Liang Shousheng. Seeing him approach, they were surprised. "You..."

"Bang!" Liang Shousheng flipped Zeng Jian's tray, spilling its contents all over his face.

The students in the cafeteria were stunned.

Zeng Jian jumped up from his chair, wiping the food off his face. "How dare you..."

"Zeng Jian, you're truly despicable! You stole my painting! Thief, scum, your empty head can't produce anything worthwhile. You're trash, and your whole family is trash!" Liang Shousheng shouted loudly, his voice echoing throughout the cafeteria.

"He... He's gone mad!"

"Doesn't he want to live anymore?"

"It's over..."

The students were terrified, and the timid ones fled the cafeteria, fearing involvement.

Zeng Jian looked at Liang Shousheng, his temples throbbing. He nodded, picked up a chair, and ruthlessly swung it at Liang Shousheng, who had anticipated the attack and dodged swiftly.

Zeng Jian and his lackeys chased after Liang Shousheng, and other students tried to please Zeng Jian by blocking Liang Shousheng. Soon, Liang Shousheng was caught and pushed to the ground. He yelled, "Zeng Jian, you're guilty! All of you are guilty! The Lord will punish you! The Lord will punish you!!!"

"F**k you!" Zeng Jian lifted the chair, aiming to end Liang Shousheng's life, and swung it at his head without mercy.

The bystanders expected Liang Shousheng's head to crack open, turning away in horror, but the sound never came.

They opened their eyes and discovered that the entire cafeteria was covered in strange green patterns. Zeng Jian and the others seemed to be paused, unable to react before the light intensified, engulfing everyone.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a mysterious black space.

Jiang Xingzhuo smiled at them. "Welcome to the Coliseum. Let's play a game."

...

In the early morning, those who had partied all night were sprawled out in the villa, but Kede had already gotten up to make tea.

Wen Lili came downstairs and saw him sitting there with a cup of tea, looking composed.

She recalled the previous night.

"Me?" Kede looked at Wen Lili and smiled. "There's nothing much to my story."

"There must be a reason, something that made you want to overthrow this world."

"No reason, just found it interesting." Kede squinted his eyes. "Just looking for some fun."

She stared at him, feeling that he was full of mysteries, enigmatic yet uniquely charming. She didn't press further, thinking that everyone's reasons might be similar—core issues like oppression by the caste system, losing someone important, or being hurt.

She reined in her sudden curiosity and walked down.

"Good morning, Lily."

"You're up so early?"

"Because we have guests."

As Wen Lili was wondering, the doorbell rang. Kede went to check the surveillance, and on the screen appeared Miss Yida and her men.

"Right on time," Kede said as he unlocked the door.

Yida soon entered, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, exuding a mature and sexy charm. Wen Lili glanced down at herself.

Yida: "Kede, fulfill your promise."

"Of course." Kede handed over a prepared box.

Yida eagerly opened it, only to see a golden bowl inside, her face turning sour. "What does this mean? I wanted the Soul Coffin card! You promised to give me that card after everything was done. Are you mocking me?"

As she spoke, her men behind her drew guns and cards.

Kede explained the situation helplessly. It wasn't that he didn't want to give it to her; the Soul Coffin card was destroyed along with the Tianzi system. He threw the broken card into Schrodinger's backpack, which turned it into a golden bowl.

"The broken card is useless now. At least I turned it into a golden bowl, pure gold." He tapped the edge of the bowl and listened.

Yida was so angry she almost smashed the bowl over Kede's head.

"Let's go!" She couldn't do anything to Kede, after all, he did destroy the Tianzi system, and they owed him.

But Kede called out to her, "Miss Yida, since you're here, why not sit down for a cup of tea and talk?"

"Talk about what?"

"Cooperation."

Kede invited Yida to join them in the revolution. Yida, the queen of arms dealers, could provide weapons needed for the revolution besides cards.

"Hmph, you just want free weapons." Yida looked at Kede as if he were a swindler.

"I promise that once anyone draws the Soul Coffin card, whether from our side or the enemy's, I'll give it to you. Times are changing, Yida. No one can remain neutral in this tide. You need to choose a side, or else you'll face dire consequences regardless of who wins."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm stating facts." If Yida were an ordinary citizen, it would be different, but she was a known figure with power and resources. Not joining any side would lead to trouble no matter who came out on top.

Yida didn't respond, turning and leaving with her men.

Wen Lili stood there for a moment, then sat across from Kede, accepting the tea he offered and asked, "She and that..."

"Chen Mo."

"She and Chen Mo were lovers?"

"A noble Apeituo girl fell in love with a lowly Mugan boy, so the Mugan boy was drowned in a swimming pool. The worst part is that it was the Apeituo girl's family who did it." Kede said.

"..." Damn caste system.

...

Yida left angrily, her car passing by a small milk tea shop. She saw someone and stopped the car.

"Father, you're alone?" Yida approached, noticing people watching from around and upstairs, the Father's guards.

The old man sat in front of the milk tea shop, holding a cup of milk tea, looking dazed. Yida wondered if he had dementia.

The Father snapped back to reality, sipping his milk tea. "I'm pondering what 'god' really is."

"Did you use that Listening card again?"

"Is that surprising?"

Who wouldn't use that card to listen to the voice of God, even if it meant risking their life? After all, they had two healing cards.

So the Father used the Listening card again. He felt that unique sensation, hearing a mysterious voice deep within:

"...ginger... scallions... give the chicken a full-body massage... want to hug the stars... hug... hug..."

He fell to the ground, bleeding from seven orifices, and his subordinates quickly used two healing cards in succession before he came back to life.

He kept wondering if there was something wrong with his ears. Otherwise, why did he hear such strange content twice?

"Hey, what are you doing here? Drinking bubble tea?" the priest asked.

Yida lit a cigarette, declined the bubble tea, and mentioned that she was looking for Kede. The priest nodded, finished the pearls in his cup, threw it in the trash, and got up to say goodbye. Yida stared at his retreating figure, feeling that his pace was gradually quickening.

It wasn't until the priest's car made an immediate U-turn that Yida suddenly reacted.

"Shit!! Chase after him, catch up with that car!" Yida's car also made a U-turn and sped off.

Priest: "Hahahaha, the Soul Coffin is mine!!! Kede, I'm coming!"

...

The shadow wrapped in a black cloak was mysterious, dangerous, evoking awe and fear.

Opening their eyes, they found themselves terrified in this space, as all kinds of information from the internet flooded their minds.

Devils, true gods, cards, trials...

Liang Shousheng looked at Jiang Xingzhuo, deeply moved: "Lord! Lord heard my voice, You heard my voice..."

Zeng Jian turned pale. He had heard about it many times but always thought it had nothing to do with him. He never expected to find himself in such a place, feeling so terrifying, a sensation indescribable by any words.

At that moment, most of the students, staff, and teachers in the cafeteria were seated in the audience. Inside the trial arena were Liang Shousheng, Zeng Jian, Zeng Jian's two close lackeys, three male students who helped Zeng Jian stop Liang Shousheng, and the professor who advised Liang Shousheng to be sensible.

In other words, there were seven people opposite Liang Shousheng. This greatly relieved those on Zeng Jian's side; they outnumbered Liang Shousheng, so they wouldn't lose to him alone.

A gentle yet mysterious voice, tinged with a hint of evil, emerged from the enigmatic being: "This game is called—The Judge's Game. Be the arbiter of your own fate. Guilty? Not guilty? The winner decides. Now, the party advocating guilt and the party advocating innocence are in place. Who will draw first?"

"I'll go first!"

"I'll go first!"

"I'll go first!"

Three voices rang out simultaneously. They were Zeng Jian, the professor, and the two students who helped push Zeng Jian. They were Gaya, and they had the game strategy.