translator: xiin
editors: apricot & juurensha
The cameras suddenly stopped, then circled around Wu Jin crazily through due to the guidance of the remote controllers.
Sounds could be heard from nearby, around the elevator. The King of Hearts had constantly been searching his way over.
Wu Jin put the brand new mask on his face.
His skin and mask fused together seamlessly, and the contact lens used for camouflaging the pupils was finally tuned to the gray blue shade that belonged to ‘Leica’. The film on his face rapidly adjusted to the most suitable camouflage state based on Wu Jin’s facial features. The voice changing equipment that had been implanted into the throat at the start of the game also adjusted frequencies. Wu Jin was forced to cough twice, and when he spoke again, he had the same voice as Leica––
His movements were neat as he kicked out the first Leica’s life-saving capsule.
The lift sensed that there was only one person and rapidly began its ascent.
There was suddenly an uproar from the audience. The big screen seemed to focus on a certain spot as countless fans protested indignantly. Even the venue managers had to come forward to calm down the storm. On the stage, Wang Shu had just finished a tough battle and was lowering his center of gravity to adjust his breathing. Their two roommates stood on the same platform and sank back to the B1 floor again. There were only five people left on the field––Wang Shu, himself, their roommates, and Nicholas!
Nicholas suddenly turned his head and looked towards Leica.
There was only 30 seconds left in the show.
The King of Hearts raised his eyebrows, his tone affirmative, “Wu Jin.”
Wu Jin nodded. “Look up.”
The King of Hearts was unmoved by this, continuing to look steadily at Leica. On the stage level, he, Wu Jin, and Raphael all stood on different platforms, forming a triangle similar to a hostage situation.
Wu Jin couldn’t beat the King of Hearts.
The King of Hearts also couldn’t beat Raphael and Wu Jin.
The last 20 seconds.
There was more and more noise in the venue, and the fan screen above them was now completely occupied by a single photo. More and more arguments could be heard from the stage, and the words ‘Nicholas’ and ‘Wang Ping’ appeared more and more frequently.
“It’s not a brotherhood at all…”
“It turns out that they have that kind of friendship! I’m so angry! I’m turning into a hater!”
“Indecent, immoral!”
The King of Hearts looked up abruptly!
On the big screen, there was an image of the silly Nicholas and the plain Wang Ping embracing each other during that one particular occasion.
The King of Hearts: “…………”
With the release of this piece of black history, the rainbow farts that were originally on the fan confessional wall turned into bitter spraying. On the bar chart beside the screen, Nicholas’ popularity plummeted to 0.2% in just a few seconds.
His votes had been cleared.
The King of Hearts: “…………”
Wu Jin smiled broadly and spread his hands, enunciating each word clearly, “The information on hand is unequal.”
He wore Leica’s face as he spoke, “You’re playing one game, and I’m playing another. That’s fair.”
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Hand to hand combat was contact based and risky. Wu Jin had no time to defend with his knife and could only raise his elbow to resist K’s surprise attack. The two of them wrestled together on the lift platform, and Raphael had to pull Wu Jin up from the floor and smash his fist into the King of Hearts’s face. All the way until the last second of the show countdown––
K no longer had any desire to fight. He let go of Wu Jin and jumped down from the platform!
The music stopped.
The applause from beneath the stage was thunderous. All the lifting platforms rose back up, and the two roommates wiped at their sweat as they came over to join them.
The AI director blew on his whistle and ordered the contestants to leave, “Rap Class 2, 100 into 60 is over. You are not allowed to attack other players before the start of the 60 into 12 round…”
The roommates who had finally come to understand that Leica was ‘Wang Ping’ sighed, “Does that mean that we’re all safe before the next round of the competition? K can’t find a new identity to replace, so he’ll be eliminated as Nicholas.”
Wu Jin was still shaking out his arm. Just now, he’d bruised it in the scuffle. The King of Hearts was willing to gamble and admit defeat, ultimately not pulling out his blade; this person was also quite interesting.
However, why did K come over and beat him up!
The two roommates were brainstorming, “He’s probably too angry. He wanted to beat up the culprit before the game ended…”
Raphael pondered, “He probably wants to breathe in a breath of Little Witch. This phrase is something that Instructor Ying said before.”
Wu Jin’s eyes were round as he glared, “! How could that be!”
The stage finally fell silent.
The stage turned slowly, and the next group, Dance Class 1’s performance was about to begin.
The votes for 100 to 60 would be released after all of the players had finished performing. Wu Jin was forced back by the AI director, and wasn’t allowed to stay and watch people dance in order to ensure the ‘fairness’ of the game.
Wu Jin expressed great regret.
What if the big boss was going to dance.
What if the big boss was going to sing.
What if the big boss was going to dance and sing at the same time!
The AI was diligent and dragged Wu Jin forward. “Impossible. Just now, Rap Class 1 wasn’t allowed to watch Rap Class 2, either. There is no exception to this…”
Wu Jin reluctantly turned back.
The stage lights were shining in the distance.
The bloody characters, the locked room, the lifting platforms, and K, who had disguised himself as Silver Armor were all crossed out in his brain one by one and finally sealed up. The dust settled on this closed segment.
Wu Jin accepted the band aids from Raphael, and the two of them stuck them over the mess of blue, red, purple, and white on his elbows and knees. Wu Jin bared his teeth from the pain.
Then, Raphael solemnly expressed that, in order to prevent himself from being cheated by Wu Jin again, the Wu Jin and Raphael alliance would now be dissolved.
Wu Jin nodded. In the next round, the players would no longer be divided into different positions. When the 60 people fought together, Raphael would naturally look for more allies he had a more tacit understanding with from the Crosson Show.
Raphael was very awkward and looked at the sky and the trees, everywhere but at Wu Jin.
Wu Jin’s eyes suddenly lit up like stars. They were dissolving the alliance because Raphael had said so, but he’d still gone and found bandaids for him before disbanding, and even helped him stick them on before opening his mouth to talk about ending the alliance. Why was he so awkward!
Outside the performance venue, Raphael was caught off guard and angrily peeled Wu Jin off, “Don’t stick to me. You look like a rag doll with those band aids!”
Wu Jin made vague sounds of agreement, then suddenly turned back alertly.
And then, he turned back in a daze.
On the roadside, the AI director gestured for Wu Jin to head back, “That’s the rest area for the players. Don’t go the wrong way. Yes, all performers will go there to have a rest. Rap Class 1 is already there. You’re free to go and find teammates for the next round…”
Wu Jin sighed.
Raphael was finally relieved. It was just as he’d guessed, and the next round allowed them to form free alliances. All the players could now participate in their best state, with the most solid backing behind them.
At the side of the road, two AI fans who’d come out to recharge themselves in the shade of a tree were talking about the two performances just now. Wu Jin couldn’t figure out how the two AIs were sharing that one wireless charging board.
“It’s so nice to have money. It turns out that as long as you’re a rich lady, you can become friends with Wang Ping and Nicolas!”
“Wang Shu was very cute. How come I didn’t notice it before?”
“Rap Class 1’s c-position was so handsome! He chased his teammates everywhere and beat them up, and after he got the microphone, he only rapped two words––Ha-ha.”
“Ahhhhh, yes. ‘Ha-ha’, it was really cool, ha-ha, ha-ha.”
Wu Jin listened with half a ear and thought to himself that this c-position was really a badass. He didn’t know if he could fight against Crosson’s biggest badass.
The door to the player lounge was open.
The AI introduced enthusiastically, “There are many rooms, so close the door if you don’t wish to be disturbed. If you want someone to come in and form an alliance, you can leave the door partially open. There is a card at the door, and you can write any alliance advertisement you want. Of course, our player rooms also offer some entertainment game props, including Russian roulette, revolving pistols, the King’s Game command cards, and popcorn shotguns…”
The few remaining players from Rap Class 2: “… No need, no need. Thank you!”
The AI bowed slightly and closed the door behind them.
Wu Jin swiped out two mouthfuls of melon seeds from the room, then decided to go out for a walk.
What if he ran into Ming Yao! What if he ran into Caesar! What if he ran into…
The corridor was winding and complex.
There was a half closed door up ahead.
Wu Jin approached and knocked at the door.
Then, he stuck his head in.
Then, he sniffed the air.
Wu Jin pounced into the room and was suddenly held up by the master of the room with a game prop revolver.
The man was expressionless, “Stop.”
The hand that held thick gun calluses held the handle of the gun, pressuring Wu Jin all the way to the wall with his strong aggressiveness. Wu Jin flattened himself up against the wall like a pancake.
Wu Jin was curious, “Russian roulette?”
The man: “King’s Game.”
Wu Jin suddenly understood and asked excitedly, “Who’s the king between us?”
The man: “……”
Wu Jin, who’d been shot with the toy gun, “……” What kind of question did I just ask.
The man bowed his head, his strange face coming closer. Wu Jin could see the familiar neck with its corded muscle, and when he bowed his head, there was an explosive tightness in the curves of his muscles. His collar was pulled down, revealing his honey colored chest with old bullet marks––
The King raised up Wu Jin’s chin, his voice hoarse as he reprimanded, “Where are you looking.”
The Wu Jin pancake that was stuck to the wall was covered with bandaids, blue and purple bruises carrying a strange sense of an abused beauty. Some had come from fighting against others, and some had been from bumping into the stage mechanisms. He looked completely like a little pitiful beauty who could easily arouse one’s inner desire.
The King’s eyes suddenly grew dark. He barely refrained from pulling out the entire stack of test papers from his pocket and pasting them all on.
He was afraid that he might not let this little rabbit out the door again if he pasted it on.
The King ordered, “Hands up.”
Wu Jin raised up his two hands over the top of his head, clapping them together as he applauded and cheered enthusiastically for the big boss.
King: “… Hold them up, against the wall.”
Wu Jin could only skillfully stick the back of his hands against the wall.
King: “Make rabbit ears.”
Wu Jin made two V-shaped finger gestures and placed them on both sides of his head, like the soft, collapsed ears of a little rabbit.
The King was satisfied, and the cold muzzle of the gun slid against the healed bite marks on Wu Jin’s neck. He bent over and entangled himself with his lover.
All done.
Wu Jin smacked his lips. His hands were no longer forming rabbit ears seriously, and the two rabbit ears were now stuck to the big boss’s waist.
Wu Jin pondered, “We’re both wearing these different faces. Is this considered mutual cheating?”
Juurensha: ….let’s call it some interesting play!
xiin: omg Little Witch… are you trying to die~
They do be kinda kinky tho..
Costume play, Wu Jin, cosplay for short. 😅
I-i low-key interested in king play. No wait I mean kings game omg
Ooh… Cosplay🤭
Thx for the chapter 😘
Ohoho…they seemed to have unlocked cosplay a little early… Those test papers haven’t even been finished pasting.
BUT WEISHI FINALLY SHOWED UP HEJEHEHHE!!! What a loss that we didn’t get to see the Big boss sing or dance or rap :'(
Ha-ha
Xd
Ah 😳😳😳 More plays please 😳😳😳
Ahaha well played 😂 Poor Raphael this cutie
Loool lil witch, you dare?!
BSHSHHAHA THAT LAST LINE and woah ,,, kinky 😳😳
also wei shi only rapping “ha-ha” ???? genius rapper
I’m so suspicious of K choosing to punch and roughhouse at the end. Did he steal one of the masks in Wu Jin’s pocket and stay in the competition? Lol, I’m seriously playing detective over here, but that just shows that its a good story. Thanks for the chapter!
I was thinking this arc had a distinct lack of Wei Shi
why am i not convinced that k is already out?? i mean, he might have some trick up his sleeve
Little witch, you’ve changed a lot. You were so shy and always hiccups. Now, look at u 😌🤣
Lol, role play taken to next level