I organized the evening game into text and posted it on the forum asking for help. Although there were very few replies, some people did give me different perspectives.

One person mentioned “the host might also be the liar,” which successfully caught my attention.

I must say the power of internet users is limitless—I had never thought in that direction before.

After I sorted out the general logic, I used the earthquake’s force to enter the dream again.

Tonight I was determined to break the curse.

After everyone had finished telling their stories, I tapped the table and spoke with full confidence: “Everyone, I feel that this ‘Man-Goat’ is the liar.”

As expected, everyone was quite startled by this statement. My goal was about to be achieved.

“But… but what’s the reason?” Flower-Arm Man asked me dumbly.

“Re-reason?” I froze for a moment. “What more reason do you need? I’ve already voted for every damn person once, and none of them were right!”

Seeing everyone’s puzzled expressions, I knew I’d said the wrong thing.

They had no memory at all!

What was I doing?!

So I was honored to be elected as “The Liar” that night with the highest number of votes.

This might be what I deserved.

After waking up, I sorted through my thoughts again. The rules of this game were harsh—everyone had to vote for “The Liar” simultaneously, and if even one person voted wrong, they would die.

So what I should do was incite everyone to vote for the same person, preferably “Man-Goat.” Only then could we escape the room, and I could escape the curse.

So I posted asking for help again, and with the assistance of the vast number of internet users, I finally figured out the rules.

Then I reorganized the game logic and came to the room once more.

This time I still suggested everyone vote for “Man-Goat,” and my reasoning was very clear—because I suspected everyone’s cards all said “Liar,” so “Man-Goat” had lied when stating the rules.

He was the earliest “Liar,” and everyone else only lied because of his lie, so they should vote for him.

I was truly a genius, having thought of this answer in less than a hundred loops.

This time I clearly convinced them.

Finally, the exciting voting moment arrived!

When I flipped open my paper showing “Man-Goat,” I was brimming with confidence. Then I saw the police officer, doctor, lawyer, thug, kindergarten teacher, and bar girl all flip over their answers—all of them said “Man-Goat”!

Excellent!

I was about to escape the curse!

Now only that handsome pretty boy remained in the room. He had never said much and seemed to have no opinions of his own. Although I never had any good feelings toward good-looking men, this time… he would be my savior!

That person slowly flipped over his paper slip and revealed the text on it.

Only then did I realize this person wasn’t a savior—he was an idiot so stupid he was shitting all over the place.

The paper clearly read three characters: “Chen Junnan,” and there was even an exquisite little heart drawn at the end.

“What the hell is Chen Junnan?!” I cried out in disbelief.

“This young master is Chen Junnan.” That person smiled.

What are you doing?!

Does this person even know what situation we’re in right now?!

Do you think you’re a celebrity? Who the hell cares what your name is?!

That night I was killed again, cleanly and efficiently, without any dragging.

Well done indeed.

After waking up I was furious. I had completely lost the mood to do anything else.

This man called Chen Junnan was too stupid. It seemed God was fair—good-looking men had no brains. I needed to think of a way to convince him.

From today on, I decided to use my sincerity to reform an imbecile.

So I prepared many persuasive phrases in advance, ready to explain everything clearly to him when I entered the nightmare this time.

But when night truly came, after I reasoned with him emotionally and rationally, spraying saliva everywhere while reforming him for ages, I still collapsed.

After Chen Junnan flipped open his paper slip, it had an inexplicable name written on it.

Andy Lau.

This time there was no little heart drawn afterward, but instead a little smiley face.

I tried hard to control my temper, suppressing my voice as I asked: “Chen Junnan, explain to me… what is ‘Andy Lau’?”

“Oh? You don’t even know that? Andy Lau is a Hong Kong entertainer.” Chen Junnan said with an innocent face. “I remember he was born in 1962, a triple-threat artist in film, television, and music. Have you seen ‘Infernal Affairs’? In there, Andy Lau plays…”

“Plays your grandpa!” I cursed loudly.

Actually, I never imagined that one day I would die because of Andy Lau.

Andy Lau didn’t kill me, yet I died because of Andy Lau.

Well done.

Chen Junnan, well done indeed.

From that moment on, I had it out with this imbecile Chen Junnan.

My goal became very pure and simple—to make Chen Junnan vote for Man-Goat.

But I didn’t know what evil possessed this person. He voted for everyone except Man-Goat.

He flipped over paper slips time after time—Aaron Kwok, Leon Lai, Jacky Cheung, Stephen Chow, Chow Yun-fat…

After the Four Heavenly Kings came various other celebrities, from Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan to mainland China, from domestic to foreign.

He really knew quite a few celebrities.

I died once for almost every celebrity domestic and abroad.

It wasn’t until I saw “Guo Degang” and “Yue Yunpeng” that I finally understood—this person was clearly doing it on purpose.

He wasn’t stupid at all. Up to now, the names he’d written had never repeated once. He was doing it deliberately!

He didn’t want me to escape at all. He was making me stuck here, unable to move an inch!

He was my living, breathing curse!

Why does this kind of person exist in this world? Why does he have to cause trouble?

Unfortunately, I couldn’t move, otherwise I would definitely find a way to kill him.

Chen Junnan, oh Chen Junnan, what grudge do we have?

Why do you want to trap my life?

Escaping this room had become completely hopeless.

After all, with Chen Junnan here, I could never escape no matter what.

But I kept waking up on the same day—I would really go insane.

After looping several dozen more times, I thought of a good idea to maintain my sanity… which was to find different things to do each time.

This way I would think each day was a new day…

After all, I had about a day and a half in reality, and theoretically I could do many things.

During that period, I tried being a gaming streamer, a sales streamer, and on a whim, even a talent streamer.

Later I became a forum moderator, and even an online scammer.

I gradually discovered I was very empty.

My days only wandered through this one day, and these things could only reach the starting stage—they were completely meaningless.

So… was there a method that could let my things be passed down?

Even if I myself had to die on this day, my things wouldn’t be stuck on this day?

What things could be passed down?