“What’s going on…?” Su Shan really wanted to ask Zhang Chenze what kind of “lot” she had thrown in, but she could neither see the text on the “lot” clearly nor hear Zhang Chenze’s words.

The second phase of the first round had also ended.

Both Zhang Chenze and Su Shan, who had already gone through their turns, were completely confused. Although Su Shan didn’t understand Zhang Chenze well, she could roughly deduce her personality.

Due to her rational nature, Zhang Chenze should have played a “lot” that seemed to have the most optimal effect at the moment, but unfortunately, this “lot” had also been swallowed up.

“What exactly are the detailed rules…?”

Su Shan discovered that this game was different from the “Weapon Cards” she had encountered when meeting Qi Xia before. The rules of that match were completely explained from the very beginning, and the remaining time was purely a battle of wits between players.

But why didn’t Earth-Dog fully explain the rules of his game?

Considering the most straightforward reason—because Earth-Dog was participating in this game, he wanted to win.

Not clarifying the “rules” helped him achieve victory in the game.

“So every Earth-level game in the ‘Land of End’ is this difficult…” Su Shan nodded slightly. “Qi Xia, you really are a formidable character. After going through the baptism of these games, perhaps the next time I face you, I’ll be able to fight on equal footing with you.”

The third phase of the first round—it was Lin Qin’s turn to “make a wish” in the orange room.

Her expression was still the same as everyone else’s, not knowing which “lot” to use to “make a wish.”

Everyone’s “wish” was for the “Nian Beast” to die, but now no one knew how to extinguish the “lantern” on his head.

Soon, Lin Qin’s turn passed as well. She threw in a “lot,” and still nothing happened.

A frustrated expression appeared on Su Shan’s face. She had confidently entered the first room, wanting to figure out the rules for everyone in advance, but the first round was about to end, and she hadn’t come up with any countermeasures, nor could she think of any way to convey her thoughts to the others.

Meanwhile, Qin Dingdong on her right was now “drawing lots.” She also held three “lots” in her hands, and after looking at them for quite a while, her lips moved, clearly cursing a single-character profanity.

She noticed that Su Shan was staring at her, so she stepped closer to Su Shan and pressed the “lots” in her hand against the glass, seemingly seeking help.

Su Shan squinted and looked, but because all the spotlights here were focused on the center of the glass rooms, when Qin Dingdong approached the glass wall, she left the light and fell into darkness, making it completely impossible for Su Shan to see the words on them.

She could only look up at Qin Dingdong’s lip movements, which roughly said something like “Little Shan, help me take a look.”

Su Shan could only point at the overhead lights, then shake her head.

Qin Dingdong understood. She could only think about the contents of the three “lots” by herself, then randomly threw one in.

This time the situation was slightly different from before. After Qin Dingdong played this “lot,” Su Shan saw that directly across from her, Lin Qin’s room suddenly filled with thick smoke.

This thick smoke was pitch black, seemingly spraying from above, blowing Lin Qin around and making her stagger. The “lots” on her table also flew chaotically around the room under the sweep of this thick smoke. Lin Qin struggled hard to catch them again.

A full half minute passed before the thick smoke in Lin Qin’s room disappeared. She stood up in bewilderment, covering her mouth and nose, coughing incessantly, her expression both pained and confused.

Didn’t they say that only Earth-Dog’s “calamity” would harm the “participants”? What was that suffocating thick smoke just now?

The person who had just played the “lot” was Qin Dingdong—could it be her doing?

A thought suddenly flashed through Lin Qin’s mind—did she want to kill someone?

But Lin Qin clearly knew that Qin Dingdong wasn’t an “Extreme Path” member, so there was no motive for her to suddenly kill someone now.

Lin Qin frowned and looked in Qin Dingdong’s direction, only to find that Qin Dingdong was also staring at her with an equally bewildered expression.

Although the two had known each other for a long time, they had never truly trusted each other.

The first round had ended with all four “participants” looking completely puzzled. At this moment, everyone’s eyes focused on Earth-Dog in the center.

After all, he had said he would play a “calamity lot” at any time during the round. Now that all four people’s phases had ended, only he hadn’t acted yet. It seemed this “calamity lot” would be played at the end of the round.

At this moment, Su Shan leaned against the glass and carefully observed Earth-Dog. She noticed that in front of him were many “lots.” Although the distance was far, after counting carefully, there were about seven or eight.

If her guess was correct, his gameplay was different from the “participants'” gameplay. He didn’t need to “draw lots” every round; instead, he had possessed all the “lots” for all eight rounds from the very beginning.

“Everyone, this calamity is called ‘Sandstorm.'”

Earth-Dog’s broadcast voice rang out in everyone’s rooms. He pulled out one “lot” from the many on his table, and after showing everyone the text on the “lot,” he inserted it into the left side of the table.

Only then did everyone notice that there were four holes on Earth-Dog’s table, located in the four directions: front, back, left, and right of the table.

And the hole where Earth-Dog inserted the “lot” corresponded exactly to Qin Dingdong’s direction.

As soon as this “lot” was played, a huge mechanical sound suddenly appeared in the room. Everyone cautiously looked around themselves. After all, Earth-Dog had said that his “calamity” could kill participants, and no one wanted to die inexplicably at this moment.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, something unusual happened in Qin Dingdong’s room.

After a transformation, the grid above her head dropped fine sand like white silk falling down. The entire room was instantly filled with yellow dust, making it impossible to open one’s eyes.

Su Shan only saw Qin Dingdong frantically waving her arms in the glass room, trying to drive away the fine sand before her eyes, but more and more fine sand fell. In just over ten seconds, it began to accumulate at Qin Dingdong’s feet.

“I see…” Su Shan muttered to herself with furrowed brows. “So this is ‘Sandstorm’?”

Qin Dingdong’s hair was quickly stained with an earthy color, and her mouth was also filled with sand, making breathing extremely difficult.

Su Shan’s brows furrowed slightly. She felt that Qin Dingdong was eighty percent beyond saving. After all, she was completely unable to help the other person from within her own room.

The most cruel aspect of this game should be the “glass room” setup. Everyone could only watch helplessly as other participants died, which would greatly interfere with the remaining people’s thinking. One wrong step could lead to more wrong steps, resulting in a complete loss.

But Su Shan also knew that to become as strong as Qi Xia, she couldn’t care about other people’s lives and deaths. Qi Xia had once hinted to her that this applied even if they were teammates.

“The second round begins.” Earth-Dog’s broadcast voice rang out again. “Player Number One, please ‘draw lots.'”

Su Shan turned her head to look at Qin Dingdong. Fine sand was still falling in her room. The speed of the falling sand was very fast, already submerging her calves. She could only constantly move her body, trying to pull her legs out of the fine sand.

But once she lifted one leg, the other leg would sink rapidly, causing her many attempts to fail. So she could only retreat to the corner of the glass room, trying to avoid the yellow dust drifting from above, struggling to maintain her breathing.

In the next instant, her eyes met Su Shan’s, full of panic.

Her mouth opened and closed, clearly speaking words of plea for help, but Su Shan acted as if she hadn’t seen anything. With an expressionless face, she turned her head back and looked at the new “lots” she had drawn.

Qi Xia had said—in order to win the game, these people’s deaths weren’t worth mourning.