To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 869 - 478 Dangerous Guy

What does it take to play Mahjong?

Different people have different explanations. The European Emperor says it requires destiny, and the melodramatic ones say it requires momentum.

But for Xiemen Waidao, it was all about cheating methods.

His and Liuzi’s card strength wasn’t enough, and for players with limited experience like them playing with insufficient skills, playing normally was bound to be a dead end.

However, since this was a game, they could cheat using QQ outside the game, without worrying about being caught by NPCs.

But after playing a couple of rounds, both he and Liuzi noticed a problem.

It seemed like the opponents were cheating too.

They were video chatting with each other while playing; they could clearly see each other’s cards, and they also managed to deduce the cards of Monkey and the burly man.

They thought this strategy would compensate for their weakness, but soon they realized their opponents were seeing through their cards just as clearly.

Some skills might achieve the same effect, but the skills activated by the adversaries clearly had nothing to do with this.

After a new round ended, Xiemen Waidao suddenly slammed the table and pointed at Monkey yelling, "You damn cheat!"

"Hehehe, do you have any evidence?" Monkey sneered, "And even if I’m cheating, aren’t you doing the same?"

"You got evidence?" Xiemen Waidao retorted firmly, "Besides, here, my cheating is the iron fist of justice, and your cheating is an evil scheme. Can we be the same?"

Xiemen Waidao’s double standards made Monkey pause, feeling that he’d never encountered someone so despicable.

He had hidden in the sewers for too long, completely unaware of the existence of players, let alone what was happening outside.

As a minion for the Demon Lord, they’d always bullied others in this world, treating it as their personal playground.

Killing a few for fun when free, and killing more for thrill when busy, the Demon Lords liked that since the more they killed, the more the world feared, the more blessings the Demon Lord bestowed on them.

However, contact with the Demon Lords had suddenly cut off sometime recently, only leaving behind this cryptic message:

"Great Heavenly Lord is coming, survive, you must survive."

Monkey hadn’t figured out what was going on when he saw his allies started burning; some incomprehensible presence had arrived and began slaughtering the god-like Demon Lords.

Even some beings associated with the Demon Lords didn’t escape and perished in inexplicable raging fires.

Maybe because he had only recently turned to the Demon Lord, or perhaps because he was one of the Demon Lord’s experiments, those horrific flames didn’t consume his life, but they frightened him out of his wits, making him hide in the filthy sewers until now.

While the surroundings here weren’t bad, the urge for slaughter haunted him, making every minute an agony.

This sensation was larger than hunger and darker than sleepiness; it clung to him like Larva that Gnaws on Bones.

When he saw the four people who had come here, his desire finally became uncontrollable, driving him to seek them out and satisfy his urge with their blood.

However, there was something strange about these four.

One woman reacted normally, but the other two women had peculiar reactions.

One of them looked at him as if seeing some rare creature, the greed in her eyes reminded him of his former peers, making him uncomfortable.

The other seemed indifferent, but Monkey still sensed a flavor of desire on her.

Her curiosity about him wasn’t typical of a different sex on the brink of death or any other strange thing, but a curiosity for a novel toy.

Something was off with these two!

If not for his insatiable bloodlust, Monkey would’ve chosen to leave already.

These two were not normal human beings but something strange in human skin, feeling like something wearing human clothes had come here—an existence even a minion of the Demon Lord couldn’t understand.

However, after assessing the situation on the table, he felt there was no need to be so concerned.

The outcome was decided; their scores were low. One more self-draw by him would empty their life points and satisfy the appetite of his demonic tool with their blood.

This magic tool was a token given to him by the Demon Lord, a proof of their friendship. A mahjong-table-like magic tool granted him unbelievable power and skills but also bound him to his soul, making him always endure the craving for blood and carnage.

Finally, when it was his turn to draw a card, he had just touched the card surface when he knew it was the card he wanted.

He grinned sinisterly, pressed the card down, and said to the other two, "This is the end. I’ll take your lives!"

Seeing the pattern of his self-drawn card, Xiemen Waidao nodded and said, "It seems so. Liuzi, did you mark the previous respawn point?"

"It’s set, just in another safe house, three minutes away."

"Okay, Wu Wei, Hakurei Silver Dream, don’t mess around, we’ll be back soon."

"Got it, you guys go first."

The next second, Xiemen Waidao and Liuzi were blasted into mosaics.