New gameplay?

How new?

Everyone looked at Power 39.

This tall and burly man was wearing a classic suit, and his muscular physique made the shirt underneath exceptionally tight. It seemed like he was a power-type player.

It was unclear if the shirt was too small or if his physique was just too robust, but it seemed like he could pop the buttons on his chest just by puffing it out.

This outfit was very much like that of a bodyguard. With a pair of sunglasses, he could go straight to protect the president—assuming you didn't look at his hairstyle. Bodyguards generally didn't perm their hair to avoid stealing the spotlight, but Power 39 had a slight perm. Ignoring his age, he actually looked quite cool.

Xia Ling and Ghostly Child paused their conversation, waiting to hear what Power 39 had to say.

The suited man pulled out a bright red revolver and slapped it on the table.

"Russian Roulette, have you all played it before?" Power 39 said. "We each take a turn, and the last one standing gets to have a double date with the prophet. How about it?"

Everyone: ?

Is this the new gameplay you were talking about?

Power 39 seemed very serious about it. Ghostly Child felt like she was at a loss for words. She said in a sweet voice, "Come on, Uncle, Russian Roulette is so outdated. Even movies don't use this plot anymore. It's low."

"No, you don't understand. My version of the game is different from the usual one," Power 39 said. "The typical version only has one bullet, but mine has all 8 chambers filled."

"How does that work?" the man with the single lens asked in confusion. "Doesn't that mean whoever shoots dies?"

"Yes," Power 39 nodded. "So the rules are different too."

The alluring woman became a bit more interested. "How are they different?"

Power 39 said, "I have to be the referee and supervise you all to take turns shooting."

The alluring woman: ?

Everyone: ???

Players are very sensitive.

Especially at this critical moment, they were forced to sit face to face, looking calm and harmonious on the surface. In reality, no one knew what kind of schemes the person next to them was plotting. This experience of suspicion was particularly profound, and they couldn't trust any of these old folks.

And Power 39's outrageous rules seemed to suggest that he wanted to take on all of them at once.

The atmosphere suddenly changed, and many people looked at Power 39 with vigilance, their hands in their pockets or under the table, ready to draw their weapons at any moment.

Some had already drawn their weapons.

The Feng Shui Master had an octagonal disk in his hand, and it was probably very powerful, even if it was weak.

Power 39 laughed heartily. "Don't be nervous, I was just joking. I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere since you all were so quiet."

Everyone: ...

This joke wasn't funny at all.

Only three people in the room had little reaction to Power 39's actions.

One was Ghostly Child. With the prophet protecting her, she wasn't afraid. Even if this trendy muscle man was powerful, could he be as powerful as Gu Chi? He wouldn't dare to make a move against her here.

The other was Xia Ling. She had been observing a player who hadn't said a word the whole time.

Even when she was chatting with Ghostly Child just now, she was keeping an eye on the other person.

Xia Ling didn't know if she was mistaken, but after Gu Chi left the meeting room, she saw this player put away an item—a silver disc flashed in his hand and disappeared, like a radar.

Radar-shaped items were also common in Pure Land, and they were technological items with various functions, mostly related to "detection." One type could detect the number of players within a certain range, which was very suitable for PVP... or for the current situation.

Xia Ling wasn't sure if the other person's item was a radar or if it had that function, but the mere possibility was enough to set off alarm bells for her.

Especially since the other person's expression seemed somewhat serious.

Gu Chi deliberately scheduled the time for inviting players to come separately, so they wouldn't gather early to discuss the "prophet" topic. Because once one person became suspicious of Gu Chi's identity, the other players would start thinking in that direction, and the situation would be out of their control.

She had to keep an eye on it.

And unlike the other players who drew their weapons when they saw the revolver on the table, his reaction was different. He was stunned for a moment, and his expression seemed to brighten up suddenly, as if the clouds had cleared and the sun had come out.

Power 39 naturally noticed the change in the expressions of the three people, but he didn't care. He continued cheerfully, "Don't look at me like that. I was just joking. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. If I really wanted to do something, I'd put it on the table for you all to see. Would I take on ten of you alone?"

He wasn't a goddess, so taking on ten people would be quite a challenge.

"To be honest, I do want to win. I believe you all want to as well. In a solo mode, who doesn't want to win big?" Power 39 was emphasizing sincerity tonight. He didn't hesitate to say, "According to the previous rules, I would let you all fight first, and when you're all worn out, I'd come and take the spoils."

Watching from the sidelines and reaping the benefits was a common tactic among old players."But now, as you can see, everyone is sitting around the same table. Who dares to say that they haven't been marked by someone else?" Power 39 said.

The charming woman looked meaningfully at the reporter sitting across from her.

The other players also looked over with unfriendly eyes.

Reporter: "?"

What are you looking at me for?

I don't mark people!

The charming woman was also using a cliché, her lips slightly curled. Who let this guy take a sneak shot of her today?

Power 39 continued, "I don't think we need to make it so complicated. You mark me, I mark you, and we both know where each other is. If you want to claim the reward for taking someone's head, in the end, you can only fight openly. In that case, why not take an easier approach?"

There is some truth to this.

Everyone is an experienced player with over 100 attributes, each with their own methods. Once they show themselves, they can't escape.

It's like two people using perspective cheats to target each other. No one can outsmart the other, and it's tiring to fight. It's better to throw away the gun and find a good place to fight with knives.

"How do you want to make it easier?" the man with the single lens asked.

Whenever no one responded to Power 39, he would speak up in time.

Power 39 suspected that this person had ulterior motives against him.

But now is not the time to say these things.

He replied, "It's simple, first, let's secure our basic rewards."

"You should all be able to figure it out. The personal tasks in this instance are more important than the public tasks. If we have to choose one, we will definitely choose the former. But with so many of us, we can completely go for both," Power 39 said. "Each player should have some clues about the public tasks. Let's put these clues together, discuss them, and it will be easy to leave the Omuda District, right?"

Is he trying to turn the personal mode into a team mode?

The players couldn't help but ponder.

It does sound feasible, doesn't it?

When a player's clue is known to other players, that clue becomes everyone's clue. The discussion process is decryption. As long as you participate in the discussion - even without speaking, just remember these information points - everyone can get a good clue score. It may not be listed separately in the final settlement, but it will definitely be included in the evaluation of the public tasks.

"After discussing the public tasks, we will deal with the personal tasks... Three days, give everyone three days to do their personal tasks, so that this instance will end within seven days," Power 39 said. "I don't think I need to explain the time limit for clearing the level, right?"

"Are you saying that no one will interfere with each other?" the Feng Shui Master asked. "What about the personal tasks that involve killing?"

"Oh, your task is to kill people?" the Envious Apple was surprised. "It looks like your attributes are very high. How many do you have to kill? Can you reveal it?"

Feng Shui Master: "..."

Why is this person so sarcastic like me?

My attributes are low, can't my task be to kill players with similarly low attributes?

"This is not very fair to players who need to kill others," the charming woman said.

They don't need to learn skills or find things. Three days is a waste of time.

Everyone looked at Power 39, waiting for his explanation.

They didn't realize that Power 39 had already become the second in command of this "player meeting."

"I was just about to say." Power 39 had already figured out the scoring mechanism of the Pure Land game. He crossed his hands on the table and said, "The public tasks of an S-level instance usually involve two parts: decryption and action. It may require us to find a key, hijack an airship, or search for plot props, and break the barrier. Personal tasks are divided into PVP and others. In order to distribute the scores more reasonably, the action part will be done by the PVP players for the personal tasks."

PVP players cannot guarantee that they will definitely complete the task. It is common for them to be counter-killed in any segment, so let them take more public task points as compensation for playing with others for three days. It's like the non-PVP task players using this part of the score to buy a three-day safety charm. Both sides won't lose out.

"The last part is the key."

"As we just said, it's inevitable to fight in personal mode, and there are also players who need to kill others. So, after the other players have completed their personal tasks, we will gather here at the Prophet's place on the seventh day," Power 39 grinned. "We will have a fair duel, determining life and death, and victory or defeat."

"Tsk tsk..." Gu Chi heard this through Xia Ling's apron pocket, where his phone was still connected, and clicked his tongue twice.

After so much preparation, the truth finally came to light.

Is it really fair for a player with over 200 attributes to duel with a group of players with over 100 attributes?

It seemed like Power 39 heard his thoughts, and added, "Of course, I personally don't like fighting. Everyone has their own camp in this instance. If you're willing, I suggest that we divide into camps and fight when the time comes. As long as the personal tasks don't conflict, it doesn't matter if a few more people clear the instance."

This can be considered a sincere proposal.

Especially in the eyes of players with exploration props.

They know that Power 39's attributes are off the charts. Apart from the Prophet, he is the strongest. He is definitely one of the top players in the Do Nothing group.

"I have no objections," the man with the single lens was the first to speak up."I agree too, but I have a question," the charming woman looked towards Xia Ling and Ghostly Child, smiling as she said, "Let me explain first, it's not about you two. I mean, what if—what if a player completes their personal task and then runs off, not showing up for the duel? There are some special items or abilities that can remove one's own mark."

Such items and abilities were rare, but not nonexistent.

"That's why I want to set the duel location here," Power 39 swept his gaze over everyone, chuckling, "Since Mr. Seer won't interfere, it doesn't matter if we fight right in front of him. If someone really runs, we can just ask Mr. Seer to help calculate their location, and we'll go wrap them up."

Ghostly Child tilted her head, "Then let's do it this way?"

She could tell that Power 39 wanted to use the other players to help complete the public task, gather the clues, and then go for the kill.

The so-called new gameplay was essentially throwing the helve after the hatchet.

Ghostly Child thought it over and couldn't find a reason to refuse.

After all, she also wanted to kill a few donkeys.

The rest of the players remained silent, which was taken as consent.

Mainly because they couldn't refuse.

The latter half of Power 39's speech had caught them off guard.

Several players had already agreed to Power 39's "new gameplay." No matter what they chose, this alliance would form. If they didn't join, they might face the divination of the Seer and the siege of other players. So even if they suspected Power 39 might have ulterior motives, they had no choice but to agree.

Moreover, they didn't really suspect him; Power 39 seemed quite sincere.

The man with the monocle was relieved that he had come to the villa in the end; otherwise, after tonight, he might be hunted down tomorrow.

Power 39 had said all he needed to say, and seeing no opposition, he was very satisfied, already envisioning the scene of him slaughtering all the players.

If nothing went wrong, he could at least get an SS rank, and 3S was also possible.

Now only one thing remained.

"Excuse me, where is the restroom?" Power 39 politely asked Xia Ling.

Xia Ling replied, "Go out and turn right; there are guest rooms on both sides of the corridor."

"Thank you," Power 39 said, as if rewarding himself with a trip to the restroom after a job well done.

Not long after he left, 'Don't Hit Me, I Surrender' also stood up, "You guys chat, I'm going to the restroom too."

That was his first sentence of the night.

Xia Ling winked at Ghostly Child, "Do you want some fruit? I'll go get some."

Ghostly Child nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes, get lots!"

The atmosphere at dinner was too cold; she hadn't eaten much and was already hungry.

So Xia Ling also left the conference room.

Inside the guest room.

Power 39 didn't actually go to the restroom.

As 'Don't Surrender' pushed open the door of the guest room, he saw a man with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, looking at him silently and stealthily, like a ghost.

Power 39 was not at all surprised that 'Don't Surrender' came to find him; instead, it was 'Don't Surrender' who was startled to see someone upon entering.

Power 39 noticed that 'Don't Surrender' was clutching a small radar and silently guessed his intentions.

"Do you know me?" Power 39 asked.

'Don't Surrender' was slightly excited, "I do, you're the great Power 39!"

Power 39 sized him up, "Then you should also know about my revolver?"

'Don't Surrender' continued excitedly, "I do, it's legendary!"

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Power 39 asked again, "Do you also know about my special ability?"

'Don't Surrender' replied, "Yeah! It can hang the Seer up and beat him!"

Power 39 couldn't help but sigh inwardly, you sure know a lot...

Quietly asking for votes!