Survival for all, my island is the last pure land on earth.

Jin Xiaoman stood there, completely bewildered.

Is God a charlatan or just an old fraud?

Does she look stupid? Should I lie to her every time I see her?

Jin Xiaoman sighed. Actually, compared to the fact that God always wanted to deceive her, the more urgent thing she needed to solve now was how to convey the simulated situation to her partners.

As for whether the light is the gateway to life, that's entirely up to them to decide.

Jin Xiaoman looked up and called out "Eris" a few more times, but there was still no response.

Just as she was pondering whether to spend a total of 500 in the World Shadow Fragment Shop in one go, refresh the shop, and see if any useful items would appear, a voice rang out: "It's dead, dead in every sense of the word."

"Who?"

This voice was completely different from the cold, pretentious voice of the game's consciousness.

"Sphiro, the God of Peace."

A beam of pure white light poured down from above the maze room, gradually filling the entire room. In the very center of the light, countless points of light intertwined and solidified little by little into an outline.

Those dazzling lights eventually converged to form her.

The woman's fiery red hair was all combed back and coiled into a full and neat high bun at the back of her head, with a crown firmly held on top of the bun, gleaming with a cold golden light.

She wore a plain white dress that reached her ankles. Her features were sharp and striking, with an aggressive look. Her gaze was downcast, and her azure eyes were filled with innate arrogance, wrapped in a condescending and self-righteous pity.

A vast and boundless divinity enveloped him; though formed from light, it carried a heavy, undeniable divine pressure.

She parted her lips and said, "Eris is dead."

Sfilo smiled gently: "Xiaoman, didn't you think of this? It has repeatedly colluded with you to sabotage my plans, so of course I won't let it live any longer."

"Are you angry? How cute."

Seemingly genuinely admiring Jin Xiaoman, Sfilo stared at her for a long time before speaking again: "I can give you a chance to make a deal with me."

She spoke calmly, yet each word was like a heavy bomb, striking Jin Xiaoman with nowhere to hide.

Eris died, so silently, solely because of their collaboration.

She suddenly remembered the black, somewhat irritable kitten that kept talking about its sister. She wondered what kind of secret method it had used and how much suffering it had endured to survive in this instance before being easily wiped out by the god.

Jin Xiaoman laughed too: "You want me to blame myself, to feel that I caused Eris's death?"

"It's not like you would have let it go this time if it weren't for me."

At this moment, Jin Xiaoman finally understood that Eris's previous actions were not due to losing her mind and wanting to fight the players and the gods to the death, but rather a last-ditch struggle when she was forced into a corner.

Sfilo's eyes were full of tolerance, as if he were looking at an unreasonable child.

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Xiaoman exhaled a breath of stale air and asked, "What kind of deal?"

Sfilo was pleased with Jin Xiaoman's pragmatism: "Give me all your points, and I'll send you back to the game and tell you which door leads to survival."

Your first meeting with God will be a lie.

Jin Xiaoman's intuition told her that this was the lie God had told her; the "gate of life" He spoke of was not the real gate of life, but rather concealed an even greater crisis.

Jin Xiaoman looked up and met Sfilo's eyes: "How can I trust you?"

"You don't have to believe me."

She raised her hand, and images slid out like film reels, appearing before Jin Xiaoman's eyes.

Those were the players from the entire 666 region.

Some are debating whether to participate in this gamble, some are standing in the room choosing a door, and others have already stepped into the world beyond the door, where floods, fires, and earthquakes are constantly devouring lives.

Sfilo: "Do you think, without guidance, how many of these people will survive this instance?"

After a pause, He continued, "We can also make a bet. Each of us will say a number, and whoever's number is closer to the final number of survivors wins. The loser will help the winner fulfill one of their wishes."

"My wish is for you to die."

Sfilo kept smiling, a smile that was both proper and elegant. Even though he was standing right in front of Jin Xiaoman, she couldn't reconcile his face with what he was doing.

Seeing that Jin Xiaoman did not react, Sfilo shook his index finger: "My patience is limited. Since you don't know how to choose, then I will choose for you."

"You and I..."

"I'll trade all my points to you in exchange for getting back into the game."

Sfilo: "Eris risked her life to save you from leaving the instance alive, and you just let it down like this."

"However, I'm glad you're willing to re-enter the game." She pointed her index finger to the light: "The door to life is there."

After saying his last words, Sfilo's body transformed into tiny specks of starlight and disappeared into the labyrinthine room.

In an instant, Jin Xiaoman reconnected with the group members.

Loves wearing princess dresses: [Why can't I contact Manman anymore? Does anyone know what happened?]

Old Lady's Punch is 300 Tons: [I can't get in touch with her either, but I believe Manman will be alright. All we can do now is protect ourselves.]

Loves wearing princess dresses: [Sister Fist, Brother, I'm scared. Do you think we're going to die here?]

Dipped Beans: [Don't panic, I have a plan. We won't enter the 'Gambler's Room.' Everyone share your locations, then gather together, and I'll lead you through the level. I refuse to believe there's any mutated beast I can't kill.]

Number 2775: [This is a good idea. Based on previous experience, the reason we rarely meet is because the maze is too large. If we can find each other, there is still hope.]

The bull puffed out its chest and charged forward: "I'm on the fourth floor, coordinates are (951, 42, 58)."

The girl who loves wearing princess dresses brightened up when she saw the message: "[I'm on the fourth floor (951, 30, 12)]".

Number 2775: [You two meet up first.]

Money Plenty: [Is everyone alright?]

The group chat was silent for a moment.

Loves wearing princess dresses: [Waaaaah, Manman, you finally told me! You really scared me to death!]

Old Lady's Punch is 300 Tons: [It's okay, Zhan Dou just told us to assemble, what were you thinking?]

Dipping Beans: [Jin Xiaoman, what's going on? Where are your points?]

Money Flowing: [No time to explain in detail, but I think the method of dipping beans in the sauce is feasible. You should try to contact other players who haven't entered the gambler's room yet. If everyone stays together, the chances of survival are higher.]

Number 2775: [Do you want to enter the "Gambler's Room"?]

Money Galore: [Hmm, I think I know which one is the exit. Let's see if we can save some people by going in.]

"My punch weighs three hundred tons," the old woman pondered. "Manman, I'll go in with you."

Money Plenty: [No, I can't guarantee whether you'll live or die inside. Sister Quan, you should stay with Zhan Dou and Brother; their method gives them a better chance of survival.]

"My punch weighs 300 tons": [I said, Manman, I'm going in with you.]

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