Chapter Thirty-Nine: Welcome to Hell

Lord God!?

As soon as Liu Mengchao uttered these words, she noticed the colorful pool before her begin to surge violently.

Colorful pool value: 190,000!

“Lord God… Lord God…”

Hua Weiwei could no longer speak; all strength drained from her body and she collapsed softly to the ground. In that instant, the image of Zhang Qingqing’s corpse magnified endlessly in her eyes.

“This is all… just a lie, isn’t it…?”

“Yes.”

Even at this moment, Liu Mengchao spoke only the truth.

“I am indeed not the Lord God.”

Not the Lord God? So all those words just now were lies? The terror that had gripped Hua Weiwei’s face faded as a smile slowly crept back onto her features. The stark contrast of these two expressions twisted her face grotesquely.

“I am the Lord God’s Executor.”

The moment Liu Mengchao finished speaking, the countdown in the Lord God’s Space reached zero.

“Ding!”

The system’s notification sounded in Liu Mengchao’s ear.

“Due to failure to complete the participant’s mission in the Lord God’s Game, the erase function is now available.

Note: The erase function requires 100,000 reward points. Current pool balance: 190,000. Erase can be used.

Note: After the game time ends, for each surviving player who failed to complete the mission, 100,000 reward points will be deducted.”

“The Executor’s duty,” Liu Mengchao said, slowly unsheathing the sword at his waist, “is to eliminate those Reincarnators who survive after failing their tasks.”

As his words fell, so did the blade.

“Welcome to the hell created for you by the Executor.”

Blood spattered; life ended.

“Ding…”

System notification: Lord God’s Game participant Hua Weiwei has failed and is confirmed dead.

The world of “Days in the Campus” will end at the next sunrise. Executor, please prepare for return.

Liu Mengchao quietly turned away, not bothering to glance at the classroom now in complete disarray. The Tang sword that had been in his hand was tossed carelessly to the floor.

“Rest in peace, Reincarnators. May death grant you serenity.”

Upon Liu Mengchao’s white robe, blossoms of crimson and purple bloomed like the traditional cherry blossoms of Japan, fluttering lightly in the silent night breeze.

The bodies of the dead Reincarnators lay still on the ground, devoid of the slightest sound or breath.

Total annihilation.

Without looking back, Liu Mengchao proceeded towards his destination.

Second floor.

Lounge.

As soon as Liu Mengchao set foot on the stairs to the second floor, a pungent, acrid stench assaulted his nostrils. He waved his hand in annoyance, trying to dispel the nauseating odor.

At last, he arrived.

Standing at the door of the lounge, Liu Mengchao looked into the pitch-black room, reached out, and with a click, turned on the light.

The harsh glare suddenly illuminated this world scorned by men. Yet Liu Mengchao’s gaze did not linger on the man buried in the covers, his eyes empty and lifeless.

Instead, Liu Mengchao stood on tiptoe and easily retrieved the camera placed atop the wardrobe.

The red indicator light still shone, showing that it was faithfully fulfilling its duty: recording everything that happened in this room.

“Makoto Ito.”

Liu Mengchao called the scoundrel’s name with an expressionless face. Yet at this moment, Makoto Ito gave no response. Naked, he slumped to the ground, his eyes fixed in horror upon the only source of light.

“How can there be sunlight in hell…” Makoto Ito muttered, then began to laugh quietly.

“Bang!”

Without another word, Liu Mengchao kicked Makoto Ito, sending him crashing into the wall.

“Are you awake now?”

Liu Mengchao’s gaze was icy, but Makoto Ito seemed even more withdrawn, as though he were an empty shell devoid of a soul, sitting there motionless, indifferent to all that had just happened to him.

“Good.”

Liu Mengchao glanced at the camera in his hand, placed it before Makoto Ito, and pressed play.

After a burst of static, the voices of Zhang Qingqing and Li Yang filled the room. Occasionally, the petite voice of Zhang Qingqing could be heard on the recording.

Liu Mengchao suddenly noticed that at the sound of Zhang Qingqing’s voice, Makoto Ito’s lips grew thinner and paler—a microexpression of anger, the earliest sign, manifesting before one is even conscious of their own rage.

Makoto Ito’s anger was not of particular interest to Liu Mengchao; he had assumed Makoto Ito had already gone mad. Clearly, his earlier silence and apathy toward the world were only a spontaneous psychological defense.

As long as the mind can think, it can still be tempted by demons.

Makoto Ito.

“You’re not resigned, are you?”

Liu Mengchao’s words drifted past Makoto Ito’s ears like a gentle breeze.

“You gave more than anyone else, yet things did not unfold as you imagined.”

Makoto Ito’s eyes shifted slightly.

“You see through others more easily than most, but you’re also more prone to trusting them.”

Makoto Ito said nothing, staring blankly at the camera, its screen now black until a staggered figure stumbled into the lounge.

It was himself!

“You try to suppress your feelings, you don’t want to hurt anyone, yet you’re always the one getting hurt.”

Hurt, betrayal, women!

Suddenly, Zhang Qingqing’s sweetly smiling face flashed through Makoto Ito’s mind—her saccharine smile, her gentle words, the things she coaxed him into doing.

“You’re a gentle person.”

Yes! He was a gentle person. He had never hurt anyone of his own accord; everything was that woman’s fault!

A sudden blaze of fury ignited in Makoto Ito’s eyes. A murderous intent swirled in his mind like a vulture.

And then…?

Makoto Ito suddenly looked up at Liu Mengchao, wondering why this man had fallen silent.

Liu Mengchao looked back at the expectant Makoto Ito, but contrary to Makoto Ito’s expectations, he ceased his cold reading. He remembered his purpose clearly: he was not a psychologist selflessly aiding characters in the Reincarnation World.

Liu Mengchao had only one goal.

The plot on the camera advanced. Bloodshot veins filled Makoto Ito’s eyes again. When the unbearable scenes replayed before him, he finally broke, screaming madly.

“Turn it off! Kill him!”

Amid Makoto Ito’s shouts, Liu Mengchao’s calm voice drifted to his ears. He knew the moment he’d been waiting for had arrived.

“You’ve already made your decision in your heart. You just need affirmation. So go ahead—do what you truly desire.”

Do it…

Makoto Ito’s eyes brimmed with confusion; today, he had lost all hope in the world.

At that moment, Liu Mengchao’s voice sounded again.

“Do you wish to know the meaning of life? Do you truly want to live?”

To want, or not to want…?

Liu Mengchao said no more, but Makoto Ito had already given him his answer.

“Crack!”

The camera was hurled against the wall as Makoto Ito roared the desperate words of a broken man.

“Yes! I want to kill them all!”

“Welcome to hell, Makoto Ito.”

Before Liu Mengchao had finished speaking, the system notification sounded in his ear.

“Ding!

Lord God’s mission world detected: original male protagonist Makoto Ito has fallen into utter despair and agreed to join the Lord God’s Game.

Current ‘Days in the Campus’ world, attribute change: 50%.”

Hearing the notification in his ear, Liu Mengchao turned and headed to his final destination. There was little time left before dawn.

“Where are you going?” Makoto Ito called after him.

“Heaven.”

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I’m incredibly looking forward to Makoto’s performance in the next Reincarnation World... Though I feel he’s already been pushed to his limits...

Yesterday’s congee with pickled vegetables, lotus seeds, and chrysanthemums has revived me—I’m back to diligently writing!

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Tomorrow will be a massive update... ten thousand words, starting from midnight, then 10 a.m., 4 p.m., and 10 p.m.!