The woman’s scream ceased, and everyone’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

The several men who had just been shouting and cursing also fell silent.

This was no longer a matter of “breaking the law”—the strange person before them would truly kill.

After a full minute of silence, Goat Head nodded slightly. “Very good, nine of you. It seems you’ve all quieted down.”

Everyone’s expressions changed colors, yet no one dared to speak. Just as he said, it was truly “nine of you” now.

Qi Xia extended his trembling hand and removed a pinkish-yellow object from his face.

That piece of shattered brain still carried body heat and was twitching faintly. But within a few seconds, like a deflated ball, it lost all signs of life.

“Now please allow me to introduce myself…” Goat Head extended his blood-soaked finger, pointed at his own mask, and said, “I am a ‘Man-Goat,’ and you are ‘Participants.'”

Everyone was startled upon hearing this, then somewhat confused. “Man-Goat”? “Participants”?

“I’ve gathered you all here now to participate in a game, to ultimately create a ‘god.'” Goat Head spoke in a flat tone.

These two consecutive sentences made everyone furrow their brows.

Through these few minutes of interaction, everyone had roughly understood that the man before them was a madman. But this madman said he wanted to create a “god”?

“Create… what god?” the muscular young man asked somewhat nervously.

“A god like ‘Nuwa’!” Goat Head gestured enthusiastically as he spoke. He emanated a gamey smell, his voice carrying a savage quality. “How wonderful! You will witness history together with me and my kind. Long ago, Nuwa created humanity, but while mending the heavens, she transformed into a rainbow… We cannot lose Nuwa, so we must create a Nuwa! There is a great mission waiting for the ‘god’ to accomplish!”

His voice gradually grew louder, and he seemed to be on an adrenaline rush.

“Nuwa…” The muscular young man furrowed his brow tightly. He felt this matter was truly too difficult to accept. He paused, then asked, “Are you some kind of religion?”

“Religion?” Goat Head froze slightly, turned toward the young man, and said, “We are far grander than any ‘religion.’ We have an entire ‘world’!”

After hearing this sentence, everyone fell silent once more.

The muscular man’s question was very pointed. This goat-headed person’s actions were no different from a cult’s, but most cults tended to fabricate a new god rather than use a heroic figure like Nuwa.

“If that’s the case…” the muscular man continued to ask, “what do you want us to ‘participate’ in here?”

“I already said—it’s just a game.” Goat Head answered without hesitation. “If you win, one of you will become a ‘god.'”

“Damn it all…” Flower-Arm Man seemed to have calmed down. He cursed and said, “Like the ‘Fengshen List,’ is it? What if we can’t win?”

“Can’t win…” Goat Head looked at the bloodstains on his hands, saying somewhat disappointedly, “If you can’t win… that would be too regrettable…”

Though he didn’t say it directly, everyone understood his meaning.

If they couldn’t win, they would die.

Among the options he offered, there was no path to “leave here alive.”

Either become his so-called “god,” or die here like that young man whose head had burst open.

“If everyone understands… then this ‘game’ officially begins. This game is called ‘The Liar.'” Goat Head slowly pulled out a stack of papers from inside his coat, then casually walked to each person’s side and placed one down.

Then he took out several pens and distributed them to everyone.

There were quite a few bloodstains on the table. When each person’s white paper landed on the table, it was stained with red. Turning the paper over and wiping it with one’s hand, the blood-red color spread like paint, making the white paper even redder.

“Next, I want each of you to tell a story about what happened last before you came here,” Goat Head continued. “But take note—among all the people telling stories, one person has told a lie. When all nine of you have finished telling your stories, you will begin voting. If all eight people correctly identify ‘The Liar,’ The Liar is eliminated and everyone else survives. If even one person chooses incorrectly, The Liar survives and everyone else is eliminated.”

“The Liar…?”

Everyone was slightly confused. Would someone really lie at such a life-or-death moment?

“Wait, can we discuss ‘tactics’?” the muscular man suddenly asked.

“As you wish.” Goat Head nodded. “Before the game begins, you have one minute to discuss tactics. May I ask, will you use it now… or later?”

“I want to use it right now,” the muscular man said without hesitation.

“Please go ahead.”

Goat Head took a step back, distancing himself from the table.

The muscular man pressed his lips together, then looked around at everyone, his gaze trying as much as possible to avoid the headless corpse slumped on the table surface. He spoke, “I don’t know which of you is going to lie, but this ‘rule’ sounds too arbitrary. As long as one person votes incorrectly, we’ll all die. And even if we choose correctly, that liar will die. Either way, there will be deaths. Right now, I’ve thought of a way for everyone to survive…”

Upon hearing this, everyone looked toward the muscular man.

Let everyone survive—was such a thing possible?

“That is, all of us don’t lie.” Before everyone could figure it out, the muscular man immediately announced the answer. “All nine of us tell the truth, and in the end write ‘No one lied’ on this paper. This way doesn’t violate the rules, and we can all smoothly survive.”

White-Lab-Coat tapped the table lightly with his finger. After a moment, he spoke, “Your plan is good, but there’s one prerequisite—that is, ‘you yourself are not The Liar.’ How should we trust you? If you are The Liar, and we all write down ‘No one lied,’ the only survivor in the end would be you.”

“What kind of talk is that?” The muscular man’s expression showed slight anger. “If I were The Liar, why would I suggest this? I would only need to protect myself.”

Goat Head waved his hand slightly and said, “The one minute is up. Please stop communicating.”

Both men snorted coldly and said nothing more.

“Now, everyone please draw a card.” Goat Head pulled out a small stack of cards from his pants pocket. The cards appeared to be the size of playing cards, with the words “Nuwa’s Game” written on the back.

The muscular man froze and asked, “What is this thing?”

“This is an ‘Identity Card.'” Goat Head laughed loudly. “If you draw ‘The Liar,’ you must lie.”

The muscular man clenched his teeth hard. “You’re toying with us?! If there’s such a rule, why didn’t you say so in advance?!”

“This is to teach you a lesson.” Goat Head sneered. “I hadn’t finished explaining the rules when you asked if you could discuss tactics. You wasted that precious minute, not me failing to say it in advance.”

The muscular man’s expression looked rather unpleasant, but thinking of this Goat Head’s methods of killing, he still swallowed his anger.

Within a minute, all nine people had drawn a card from Goat Head’s hand, but no one dared to flip it open and look.

If the card said “The Liar,” it became a question of whether oneself lived or the others lived.

The four women’s hands were trembling slightly, and the men’s expressions didn’t look good either.

What they were drawing wasn’t an “identity” but “life or death.”

Qi Xia took a deep breath and casually used his hand to grip his card, then moved it before his eyes.

He gently flipped it open to look.

Written on it were three glaring words: “The Liar.”