It wasn’t until I truly entered the “Land of the End” that I discovered just how powerful the white goat in the room really was.

His games were even more difficult than many “Earth-Levels” here, yet he called himself a “Man-Goat.” Could it be that the white goat’s strength was inferior to these incompetent fools outside?

I recalled the terms in the “Zodiac Ascension Betting Contract.” The contract stipulated that the white goat needed to experience at least three empty rooms before being fully promoted to “Earth-Level.”

This place was simply too strange. If all “Earth-Levels” had once signed this contract, they should be incredibly strong. But I never again saw a “Zodiac” as powerful as the white goat.

He was clearly at the “pinnacle,” so how did he become the “foundation”?

If the “Zodiacs” here were divided into “Man” and “Earth,” then above these there should still be “Heaven,” right?

Could the “Heaven” here be much more powerful than the white goat?

I wandered alone in this city for a month—roughly the time of three cycles—and found that the situation wasn’t much different from what I imagined.

This was a city of despair filled with deception.

Extreme conditions and immense terror of death would expose the “evil” in everyone’s hearts without reservation. No matter what the conditions for escape were, as long as these people continued to slaughter each other, all hope would gradually be extinguished.

Even if all the “Earth-Level” games here weren’t difficult, the “Participants” would create difficulties themselves.

Games that could originally be cleared through cooperation would fall apart due to someone’s suspicion. Games that originally required wisdom would always have low-intelligence fools entering to disrupt things.

Everyone here questioned why they came to this place, but I didn’t have such idle leisure.

What we needed to do wasn’t investigate the reason for coming here, but find a way to escape from here.

After all, the reasons they speculated were wrong. They said everyone who came here was “guilty,” but this reason was absurd because I didn’t remember committing any crime at all.

When I was walking, I accidentally stepped on ants on the ground—did that count as “killing”?

I hung up on a telemarketer’s call, causing him to fail to complete his last sale, and he ultimately collapsed and committed suicide—did that count as “killing”?

A classmate I hadn’t contacted in a long time suddenly called to say he was seriously ill and needed money. I didn’t lend it to him, and he died—did that count as “killing”?

Why should my “guilt” be judged by others?

I didn’t dare say my life was perfect without any mistakes, but I also knew I wasn’t some utterly evil person. I hadn’t broken any laws or harmed anyone—that was all.

But this bizarre place altered my memories. I was one hundred percent certain… something had invaded my mind.

My memory told me that because I was isolated and bullied in my university dormitory, I poisoned the water dispenser.

This was simply too absurd. The person who arranged this memory for me obviously didn’t understand me well.

I had been isolated since childhood, so it was impossible for me to suddenly react impulsively in university. Everything I did was to make myself better—how could I possibly ruin my future for a few “masses”?

Although the motive for murder was there and the method was reasonable, if the murderer were me, then this case wouldn’t make sense.

I firmly believed in my life goals and couldn’t possibly do such an impulsive thing.

To me, people who liked to isolate and bully others were inferior people to begin with. Why would I ruin my entire life for inferior people?

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if I really wanted to do it… there were more secretive methods.

After several cycles, the others in the room also successively gained “Echo,” and the rules of this place began to reveal themselves before me.

As the saying goes, those who drown are those who know how to swim. If these people didn’t have “Echo,” they wouldn’t take risks.

But once they began to awaken their abilities, they would pursue higher rewards. In other words…

They began to disappear from the room.

From one or two people at first, to five or six people later.

No one could be blamed for this—if anyone was to blame, it was the white goat and me.

The three games in our “interview room” seemed far more difficult than the “Earth-Level games” here, so many people from the room began confidently attempting to bet their lives with the “Zodiacs.”

But they didn’t know that the reason everyone could emerge from such difficult games was first thanks to me, and second thanks to the white goat. It had nothing to do with their own abilities whatsoever.

When seven people had disappeared from the room, I began to worry about my own situation.

The white goat’s ultimate goal was to make us all disappear, but I knew my own personality.

Everything I did would go through careful consideration. I absolutely couldn’t entrust my life to something like “gambling.”

In other words, unless some irresistible change occurred, I absolutely wouldn’t bet my life with anyone.

In that case… wouldn’t I become the white goat’s biggest thorn in the side? He would definitely find a way to eliminate me.

No… besides me, there was one other person who survived—that was Zhang Qiang.

He was the only person who supported me in “The Liar” game. He looked steady and silent, and should have a personality similar to mine.

We two witnessed the people in the room disappear one by one, so we naturally knew what this meant.

They could never return to this room. They had disappeared forever.

The next cycle, we woke up in the room as usual. I thought the white goat would still recite the game rules to us as usual and tell us about the “Land of the End’s” “God Creation Plan,” but he very rarely changed his words.

“‘Brute Force’ Zhang Qiang, ‘Soul Seizure’ Yan Zhichun, are you two interested in cooperating with me?”

After these words, not only were we two stunned, but even the Shar-Pei dog and sheep beside the white goat were also dumbfounded.

“White goat… what are you saying?” the Shar-Pei dog said. “Speak according to the rules. Don’t cause trouble for us.”

“Rules?” The white goat gave a cold laugh as he looked at them, his voice coming out muffled from behind the mask. “Should I continue telling them those rules they’ve heard countless times, then have them vote to kill me, and finally use ‘Brute Force’ to rush out?”

“Then what do you want to do?” the Shar-Pei dog asked coldly.

“Don’t be foolish,” the white goat said. “These two people will never disappear from the room no matter what. I can tell from their eyes. If we don’t do anything, the ones who will die for a long time to come will be the three of us. In that case, we might as well change to a more efficient method.”

The sheep standing beside the two paused slightly upon hearing this. “But this doesn’t conform to the rules… White goat, what if the people above find out? Are you trying to get us killed?”

“Yes, but not entirely,” the white goat said. “If you two agree with my idea, then I’ll proceed to discuss the upcoming cooperation with these two as usual. If you two don’t agree, I’m prepared to gamble with you two right here.”