Foolish Game of the Gods Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Another Semi-Divine Artifact? When Fear Arrives!

Yun Ni nodded, extended her finger, and pressed it against the spot Cheng Shi had indicated.

Then…

With a "swish," before anyone could react, she had already straightened up.

And on Wei Guan's body, nothing happened.

"?"

That was it?

Did it go in?

Wasn't that a bit too fast?

The players were all startled by Yun Ni's speed. They were still trying to confirm whether she had actually penetrated, since Wei Guan's corpse showed zero reaction.

Only Cheng Shi smiled, having guessed what Yun Ni did.

In an extremely brief instant, she had transformed her finger into a fine thread and pierced it into Wei Guan's heart.

This Assassin's body-two-dimensionalization ability was even stronger than he'd imagined.

Looking at it this way, the daggers might just be her camouflage.

When it came to actually killing someone, having your entire body be a weapon was far more convenient than carrying one.

But the corpse's total lack of reaction was somewhat abnormal.

A dead person's heart had stopped beating, so there wouldn't be blood gushing out. But not gushing didn't mean no bleeding at all. When external force breached the heart wall, dark red blood would inevitably seep out.

Fang Jue seemed to have noticed this problem too. He said uncertainly:

"The heart has an issue?"

Smart!

Cheng Shi nodded, produced a scalpel from his personal space, and began the dissection work with practiced hands.

Wei Guan's chest cavity was dismantled within seconds by a pair of nimble hands flying back and forth.

Everyone gathered around to look and found that his chest cavity was full of flesh and blood, yet one thing was missing.

"The heart… disappeared???"

Du Xiguang stared in shock at the empty space where the heart had been, his brow furrowed tight, seemingly forming some idea in his mind.

Cheng Shi nodded and explained:

"Through skin palpation, you can sense the orientation and pressure gradients of the internal muscle fascia. When I was feeling along his chest, I noticed that the pressure at Wei Guan's heart was far lower than that of a normal dead person.

Now you can all see it too. His heart was stolen."

"Stolen? This doesn't look like stealing. Making a person's body part vanish outright, doesn't that resemble [Annihilation]'s method?"

The moment Fang Jue's words fell, everyone looked at Yun Ni.

Yun Ni paused first, then shrugged indifferently.

Her attitude was crystal clear: not her concern.

Everyone naturally knew it wasn't her doing. They were simply asking whether [Annihilation] possessed similar techniques.

Even Cheng Shi was silently wondering whether he'd overlooked a [Annihilation] killer.

But just then, as Yun Ni was also frowning in thought, Du Xiguang suddenly stood up and, with some gravity, drew a circle in the air before him.

Golden radiance formed a ring. Looking through the ring, the other side was no longer the current streetscape, but a… library!

The ring seemed to pierce through spacetime, with the present on one side and the past on the other.

Visually, it was breathtaking.

"Borrow the Books of That Time.

Let me flip through. I recall there was a divine artifact that closely resembles this."

Du Xiguang reached his hand through the ring and rapidly searched the bookshelves. Before long, he found a book and pulled its shadow into reality.

Pages of light and shadow flipped rapidly beneath his fingertips, and within a few breaths, he had his answer.

"Found it!

I knew this method of death seemed familiar: a terrified expression, the heart vanished.

[When Fear Arrives], an SSS Subordinate God-tier dagger from the subterranean kingdom of Garuda. It is a semi-divine artifact tainted with the dual divine nature of [Defilement] and [Death].

This dagger doesn't need to pierce the body. It simply selects a target and waits. When this unlucky soul feels fear, their heart is stripped away and offered to [Death].

Death, utterly soundless.

You're right that it resembles a curse, but it's far harder to guard against."

As his words fell, everyone's expression darkened.

A semi-divine artifact!

Another semi-divine artifact.

Before a dagger of this caliber, 2400 and 1400 made no difference whatsoever. All were lambs waiting for the slaughter.

"Such a similar death and you never thought of it? And you call yourself His follower."

Yun Ni looked at Du Xiguang with contempt, seemingly doubting whether he was truly a follower of [Memory].

Du Xiguang's expression didn't change. He adjusted his glasses and said:

"Precisely because I am His follower, I don't need memory."

Saying this, he tossed the book made of light and shadow back into the open memory rift, and the golden ring instantly dissipated into the air.

Cheng Shi heard this and looked at him with a loaded expression.

Du Xiguang had lied.

He didn't not need memory.

Perhaps, he had already lost the right to enjoy his own memories.

Rumor had it that His followers could trade their own memories to Him in exchange for additional powers.

What kind of talent had Du Xiguang obtained by sacrificing his memory capacity?

Fang Jue was a man of action. He didn't participate in the banter and stated his deduction with a dark face:

"The killer is in the hotel."

Correct! The killer was in the hotel.

This dagger was bizarre, but it still had one prerequisite: it needed to select a lucky victim beforehand.

Given Wei Guan's skills, or rather his alertness as a Hunter, he shouldn't have failed to notice someone in the dark, nor should he have missed someone secretly tailing him after he left.

So there was only one possibility: before he even left the hotel, he had already been marked!

The good news was that the two men's provocation had indeed worked.

The bad news was that it had worked too well. One of the actors had died.

But having a direction was better than flailing about like headless flies. At the very least, the killer could be locked down to the hotel.

"There's still one more problem…"

Cheng Shi frowned and added:

"Have any of you considered what could make someone like Wei Guan feel fear?"

Without question, the moment the murder weapon was identified, the killing method was confirmed.

The killer only needed to hide in the shadows and mark the target. As for the rest…

They left it to the victim themselves.

The so-called "cringing at the wind's rustle, seeing a snake in a cup's reflection," all followed this principle.

Once the fear of death quietly spread within a given area, a lone wanderer in the night would become paranoid.

At that point, the killer didn't need to do anything extra. A single sound on a silent street, a gust of wind beneath clouds obscuring the moon, could become the last straw that broke the camel's back and claimed the victim's life.

But Wei Guan was different.

He was a follower of [Ignorance], the sworn enemy of all foolishness!

Such petty tricks were probably beneath his notice.

The closer one drew to the truth, the more one shed human emotions.

Would he truly feel fear?

The answer was yes.

Because his death was the best proof.

But the question was: what exactly was the fear that killed a follower of [Ignorance]?

Did everyone have confidence that they wouldn't feel fear before this same terror?

Cheng Shi didn't.

Not just him. No one did.

Of course, there was now an even more pressing question before everyone than this one.