The Man-Boar looked more and more agitated, as if he had a bellyful of grievances with no way to explain them clearly.

Indeed, how would ordinary participants know about the types of “Zodiacs”?

“Zodiacs” weren’t just divided into “Heavenly, Earthly, and Human.”

After all, the most numerous “Human-level Zodiacs” were divided into three categories—

“Interviewers,” “Referees,” and “Assistants.”

Though they were “Human-level Zodiacs,” they were also the most “human-like” among all “Zodiacs.”

They didn’t need to kill people like the “Human-level Zodiacs” in the interview rooms, nor did they need to please their superiors or pay protection money like ordinary “Human-level Zodiacs.”

They merely needed to be responsible for opening doors after interviews ended, smoothly leading the “participants” inside to the corridor.

What’s more, sometimes when they opened the door, all they would see was a pile of corpses. Over time, having grown accustomed to such results, they could even stop opening the doors altogether.

They had the same treatment as all other “Human-level Zodiacs,” whether in housing or food, only they didn’t need to come into contact with death.

These people were the “Assistants” who could never be promoted and never escape, and they were the idle positions that all “Zodiacs” knew about.

But just yesterday, Qinglong suddenly selected twenty “Assistants” and sent them letters, telling them to design games overnight and await orders at any time.

The “Assistants,” who had grown accustomed to their leisurely days, were thrown into panic all at once, and began designing their own “Human-level games.” This was a proposition they hadn’t dealt with in a long time, so naturally the difficulty was considerable.

Qinglong also clearly told them in the letter that if they could use their games to find a way to take the lives of “participants” in this game—even if they killed just one person—they could break through all limits and be directly promoted to “Earth-level.”

This was news that made the “Assistants” both troubled and delighted—

Moreover… as “Human-level Zodiacs,” they were destined to have “games” where people couldn’t die, so there was only one way to kill “participants”—that was to actively gamble their lives with the participants.

Although Qinglong didn’t explicitly mention “punishment,” such a good thing as killing one “participant” to become “Earth-level”… how could there be no other punishment?

What if they didn’t kill anyone at all?

There were fourteen participants in this game, but supposedly the number of “referees” was far more than twenty people. These twenty-some people didn’t even know who the other “Zodiacs” specifically were. Unable to contact them or inquire about details, they could only hold onto the “door” given by Qinglong and wait bitterly—waiting bitterly for participants to suddenly walk out from the other side of the “door.”

But by the same logic, there would definitely be unlucky “Zodiacs” who, from beginning to end, didn’t encounter any “participants” before the game had already ended.

What would happen to them then?

All the “Assistants” felt this didn’t seem to be just a game aimed at “participants,” but rather a reshuffling of the “Assistants.”

But after the reshuffling… who would open the doors in the next cycle? Did they no longer need “Assistants”?

Also… who exactly were the people participating in this “game”?

Why would Qinglong make such a big move to deal with them?

The Man-Boar before them was one confused person under this enormous pressure.

He couldn’t afford for anything to go wrong with this game, but after finally waiting for two participants to arrive, the situation wasn’t quite what he had imagined.

These two people hadn’t even fully experienced his game before they had already completed the transaction on their own.

“Even without chips… but… you two can’t decide for yourselves…” the Man-Boar said. “You really don’t know how scared I am right now…”

Han Yimo felt that the Man-Boar before him seemed truly terrified. This voice-trembling feeling didn’t even seem fake.

After hearing this, Wen Qiaoyun sighed and asked: “Then what do you want?”

“I… I…”

Wen Qiaoyun sighed and said again: “In any case, for us, all the activities we’re engaged in—including entering your game venue—are nothing more than to decide the ownership of the ‘characters.’ Now that the ownership of the ‘characters’ has been decided, keeping us here has no meaning for you. It only wastes your time.”

After hearing this, the Man-Boar glanced sideways at the pitch-black thing in Wen Qiaoyun’s hand, his mind spinning rapidly.

These participants’ goal… was the “characters”?

They didn’t want “Dao,” nor did they take each other’s lives. Instead, they wanted to use the various “Assistants” to decide the ownership of the “characters”?

The Man-Boar shook his head, came back to his senses, and stared at Wen Qiaoyun and Han Yimo again.

Why was he worrying about these “characters”?

What an excellent opportunity this was right now?! The steps to ascend to “Earth-level” had already been laid out here!

Over twenty referees, fourteen participants. Moreover, every two people would enter one room, which meant this game would very likely only need the intervention of seven referees at most before the outcome could be determined.

At least thirteen “Zodiacs” wouldn’t get this opportunity.

“I… I want to… with you two… I… I want to…” The Man-Boar suddenly raised his voice and started shouting stutteringly.

Han Yimo and Wen Qiaoyun were startled, but both looked confused, just staring at him blankly.

But the Man-Boar’s words kept getting stuck at his lips, unable to come out.

Gamble lives?

With this woman before him?

In the first round, she saw through this game. In the second round, she confirmed it. In the third round, she began arranging tactics. In the fourth and fifth rounds, she started leading the other party by the nose. Now the game wasn’t even over yet, and the other party’s “character” was already in her pocket.

As an idle “Zodiac” who had been coasting along, hosting a game for the first time in his design, should he directly choose to gamble lives with her?

“What do you want with us?” Wen Qiaoyun asked with a frown.

She felt the Man-Boar seemed to have made a great decision, but after waiting for a long time, not a single word came.

“I want to… with you two…” The Man-Boar was so anxious his teeth were bared, but in the end, reason still defeated greed. A few words squeezed out from between his teeth: “…say farewell to you…”

Wen Qiaoyun frowned and exchanged glances with Han Yimo. Neither of them had ever heard such an expression.

The other party had shouted several words with high emotion, and it turned out to be: “I want to say farewell to you”?

“So… does that mean we can leave?” Wen Qiaoyun said.

The Man-Boar sighed deeply: “Yes… go ahead…”

He knew that even if he wanted to gamble lives, it absolutely wasn’t now. He controlled a game about “luck”—it was very possible that some other unlucky bastard with bad luck would walk in here.

Wen Qiaoyun slightly raised the corners of her mouth, as if she already had some plan, but the urgent matter at hand was to tell Chu Tianqiu about the situation inside the “door.”

In this game, it wasn’t just the “participants” killing each other—they had a second path they could take.