Chapter Four: A Narrow Escape from Death? The Overlord Laughs Coldly (100 Extra Chapters)

I won’t tell you I just got out of bed—this chapter is an extra update for reaching one hundred recommendations! Throwing flowers~ oo~~ wonderful!

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Rumble... rumble...

The train rolled relentlessly forward, and just as Liu Mengchao had anticipated, Jiao Fugui grew increasingly agitated. He leaned against the carriage door, his eyes locked onto the ever-ticking clock.

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Another minute passed.

“Impossible! Impossible! Why hasn’t the train reached the station yet?”

Jiao Fugui had ridden the subway before—no matter the line, it never took more than five minutes to reach the next stop!

“Why aren’t we there yet?!”

If they didn’t arrive, it meant that in ten minutes, he would be erased. Sweat poured from Jiao Fugui’s forehead, bead after bead, slipping down his dust-streaked face and leaving ugly trails.

Liu Mengchao took note of everything, watching Jiao Fugui’s tense expression. The agitation spread through his heart, swelling his fear bit by bit.

Prize pool: 2000.

Just a minute has passed, and your heart is already in such turmoil? What about in five more minutes—will you be completely desperate then? Without Chu Xuan and Zheng Zha’s superhuman Main God Space, it’s truly easy to earn points! Especially from reincarnators.

“Bang!”

Just as Liu Mengchao expected, Jiao Fugui could no longer endure his terror. He pounded furiously on the train door, his filthy hands hammering the pristine white surface, leaving smudged fist marks.

“You! Look, someone’s dead! Hurry and call the police! Get the police here now, arrest me!”

He screamed desperately at the girl before him, like a beast trapped in a hopeless abyss, venting his fear.

“Smack!”

Jiao Fugui slapped the girl hard. She collapsed instantly, like a lifeless doll, showing no expression, not even a cry of pain—just fell straight down.

No one spoke, not a single word.

No one moved, not even a sneeze.

Only the rumbling of the train echoed in Jiao Fugui’s ears.

Tick...

The time on the clock changed again.

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Jiao Fugui’s eyes bulged—he felt death creeping closer.

“Stop! Stop now!”

Liu Mengchao watched as Jiao Fugui battered the train door with his fists, wailing for mercy, “Please, stop! Stop!”

Meanwhile, the system panel showed the prize pool had increased again.

Now it was 2500.

The growth was a bit slow. Liu Mengchao looked at Jiao Fugui collapsed on the floor—this scoundrel’s face was smeared with snot and tears, his blackened hands still pounding the ground. He wasn’t Da Ben Wu Lang; could pounding the floor really save him? Even King of Fighters has a countdown—perhaps it’s time for one here, too.

“So, let’s stimulate you further.”

“Task prompt: Five minutes remain to complete Task Two. Please escape the carriage within five minutes. If you exceed five minutes, the task fails.

Failure penalty: Erasure!”

As soon as Liu Mengchao issued the task, Jiao Fugui’s expression changed instantly.

“Damn! Damn it!”

He vented his rage, kicking the girl on the floor, his eyes bloodshot.

“I have to find a way out—I won’t die here! I’m not afraid of anything! Not a thing!” With that, he shoved aside an old man sitting on a seat, climbed onto the chairs, and pushed forcefully at the train’s skylight.

Actually, it wasn’t really a window—just the central air conditioner. But Jiao Fugui believed that, since buses had escape windows, why not trains?

“Open up! Let me open it!”

He pushed hard at the train’s central air conditioner.

“Hah!”

He jumped with all his strength, using the leap to bash the white, square unit.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

He hit it three times, and on the fourth, he lost his footing and crashed to the floor, bruising his forehead bright red.

Liu Mengchao watched Jiao Fugui’s futile efforts, feeling delighted—ever since Jiao Fugui started climbing the seats, the prize pool had been rising nonstop, now reaching 3000.

And only one minute remained.

Liu Mengchao gazed at Jiao Fugui as one would a dead man.

Sensing Liu Mengchao’s gaze, Jiao Fugui trembled and looked at the train’s clock.

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“No! No!” Jiao Fugui scrambled to his feet, crying and shouting as he rushed at the train door, smashing his head against it again and again.

“Let me out! I want out! I want to live! I don’t want to die! Don’t let me die!”

Each time he hit the door with his head, he screamed the same plea. His snot and tears smeared across the glass, turning it opaque, leaving it streaked with revolting mucus.

Unable to face death calmly, unable to sense the world’s abnormality. Despite all he’d done, Jiao Fugui hadn’t realized that everyone here was fake.

At this moment, Liu Mengchao wanted to laugh aloud, but seeing the prize pool reach 4000, he decided to watch his own drama through to the end.

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The clock finally struck the erasure time. Jiao Fugui gave up, slumping to the floor like mud, staring blankly at the people in the carriage.

“Ding!”

The system prompt sounded in Liu Mengchao’s ear.

“Due to Main God Game, participant failed to complete task. Erasure function now available.

Note: Erasure function requires one hundred thousand reward points, currently unavailable.

Note: When game time ends, any surviving players who failed tasks will each deduct one hundred thousand reward points.”

Erasure unavailable? So at game’s end, no uncompleted players can remain? Heh, all of this was within Liu Mengchao’s calculations.

Now, you should realize—there is no punishment. How was that psychological roller coaster ride, Jiao Fugui?

It seemed Jiao Fugui heard Liu Mengchao’s words; his lifeless eyes slowly regained their light. For the simplest reason—he wasn’t dead.

“I’m not dead?! I’m not dead! Not dead!”

Jiao Fugui jumped up, shouting throughout the carriage.

“You! You can’t take my life! I’m rich! I’ve got women!”

Women...

Freed from the tense atmosphere, a strange urge welled up from below. He thought, all those women hadn’t moved—they were like inflatable dolls he’d scavenged from the trash.

Unable to restrain his excitement, he tore open the clothes of the woman he’d slapped.

“Rip!”

Her black professional attire split, revealing a pink bra and swathes of pale skin.

“Haha! Haha! I’ve struck gold! I’ve never done a woman before!”

Jiao Fugui looked up, scanning the carriage full of girls, rubbing his hands in glee.

“I’ll pick a pretty one! A pretty one!”

He walked over to a mature woman, touched her face with his filthy hand, then spat on her.

“Slut! Who knows how many dogs have had you! I want a virgin!”

Thinking this, he moved next to the high school girl.

Black uniform, straight black hair, a red bow at her collar—her appearance perfectly preserved on the late Makoto Itou’s phone screen.

Kotonoha Katsura.

“It’s you!” Jiao Fugui panted excitedly, bending down, sneaking a look at her chest. “Damn, so big! I’ve hit the jackpot!”

He began stripping off his clothes—mud-caked trousers, never-washed underwear, and finally his outer shirt, smeared with snot and tears.

Naked, he stood before Kotonoha like a pig.

“Little lamb, here I come!”

“Thunk!”

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp pain pierced his chest.

A fruit knife, held by Liu Mengchao, stabbed through Jiao Fugui’s chest. The blade, gleaming white, dripped bright blood.

Liu Mengchao pushed forward, twisting the knife in his hand, inflicting agonizing pain. Yet his words hurt more.

“Feeling excited, scum?”

“You...” Jiao Fugui tried to turn his head, but blood gushed from his throat.

“Want to know who I am? Sorry, I won’t let you turn around.” With that, Liu Mengchao twisted the knife again, shredding Jiao Fugui’s heart. “From the start, I never intended to let you leave this carriage alive. Every task was a lie.”

“I...”

The curse he tried to utter died on his lips, as pain flared like wildfire.

“From the moment you raised a knife against a little girl, you lost all right to live. To harm innocence—you committed an unforgivable sin. And I am here to make you fully confess.”

“Thunk!”

Liu Mengchao withdrew the fruit knife from Jiao Fugui’s body; ugly blood sprayed onto the floor, forming a beautiful flower.

Kneeling down, Liu Mengchao looked at the now lifeless Jiao Fugui and spoke softly, “You must have enjoyed that roller coaster ride, Jiao Fugui. Thanks to you, the prize pool has reached ten thousand.”

“Ding...”

System prompt: Main God Game detected, participant failed, confirmed dead.

World time remaining: two minutes.

Please, Executor, prepare for return.

Only now did Liu Mengchao exhale, glancing at Kotonoha Katsura, who still sat oblivious on her seat.

He knew she was just a model, shaped from a two-dimensional world, without life—yet he couldn’t resist speaking to her.

“Sorry to involve you. By the way, your phone fell.” He knelt and picked up the phone she’d dropped, “Hold onto it better next time.”

Light...

A dim yet radiant glow suddenly flashed in the girl’s eyes.

“Prompt!” Bai Ya’s voice sounded excited in Liu Mengchao’s ear, “Executor of Main God, linked with Main God Game World character!”

Linked? Before Liu Mengchao could react, the girl opposite him—Kotonoha—spoke.

“Um... Excuse me... Who are you...?”

“Oh...? You’re asking me?”

Seeing Kotonoha suddenly speak, Liu Mengchao smiled, a genuine smile.

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