The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 384: Trap
James Shelley currently has three votes.

Three votes for death.

In other words, if there is no tie in the subsequent election, then he is doomed.

As for the tie result, they were unable to get an answer from the headless woman.

"It seems that the remaining three votes are very important."

Roland smiled.

"If we follow Mr. James Shelley and vote for Madeline, or someone else... maybe this round will be scrapped, right? We can do this until the world ends, or until the master of this dream gets impatient and twists off the heads of the six of us."

He raised the dominoes in his hand and shook them a few times under the gaze of Madeline and John.

"Of course I can vote for the same number, but, Mr. John Shelley, I have to have some advantage?"

John frowned: "The Shelley family will provide you with 100,000 later-"

"Afterwards?" Roland interrupted: "Afterwards, when?"

The young man with golden eyes showed his true intentions, and there was a familiar greed in his eyes: "I want the reward of this dreamland, I want to be the final winner."

John discovered that this man might have the same idea as himself - he had probably also considered that there was only one round in this game.

"You want another one?"

"Of course." Roland said, "Vote your life cards to me, and my teammates and I will send death to your father. Deal?"

As he talked to John, James Shelley remained eerily silent.

"You have to keep your word... No, I can only give you one that belongs to me. When you cast your vote, Rebecca and Madeline's will be given to you."

Roland shrugged: "Sorry, I don't believe the promises of the cultists."

He said.

"Either you vote for me, or my friends and I will follow Mr. James Shelley's vote, and we will play together until we wake up, or die together in the dream until the world is destroyed. Mr. Shelley, don't forget, if we do nothing, live together and leave this dream..."

Then you will face your father.

The real owner of the Shelley family is a father who is aware of his son's rebellion and has pointed a knife at him.

What would he do to the child who killed his father?
Now, who should be anxious?
John Shelley scowled.

Once the dominoes are out of your hands, there is no turning back.

Same fate as his.

"You should pay more attention to me as a business, father."

James Shelley crossed his fingers and seemed to really make a comparison: "I don't think you are more important than a business worth hundreds of thousands of pounds, John."

This undoubtedly made young Shelley even more annoyed.

"This is all your fault! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have embarked on this path... This is all your fault, father. You know that, right? You knew it a long time ago, right? You watched me, watched me become a cultist step by step, laughed at me in your heart, and watched coldly..."

"Don't you have any regrets at all: if I could pay more attention to my son, cover up for him a little bit..."

"Maybe, everything can be salvaged."

Old Shelley listened to his son venting in silence, occasionally inserting a raised eyebrow or a nod into his words.

He really knew how to irritate a person.

"You are too old. You should have handed over the Shelley family to me long ago."

Old Shelley hummed, "Yeah, you should have said this when I was drunk. After all, some decisions are so stupid that they can only be made when the mind is not clear."

Bang.

John Shelley slammed the table.

"you…"

His face turned red with anger, but he didn't know how to refute.

"You are my son, not my father, John. I am willing to share some of the glory of the Shelley family with you. It is your honor." James Shelley said calmly: "But this does not mean that it should belong to you."

"Understand?"

John leaned back in his chair, took a few deep breaths, and suddenly calmed down.

His father is dying soon.

What else is there to be angry about?

"You should learn from the Taylors, old man." He no longer concealed the contempt in his words and the disdain in his eyes: "I have wanted to tell you a long time ago. If you were like Belos, I would have made a career long ago, even better than you."

The calm, even somewhat playful old father teased, "Oh, yes, I gave it to you a long time ago, and then I have to clean up your ass all day long."

"I'm really afraid of tearing the paper."

"John, do you know why old Bellows was willing to hand over the Golden Smoke to Randolph Taylor?"

He stared at his son with his cloudy eyes, almost looking into his flesh and bones. "Because Randolph Taylor is a qualified heir."

"And you..."

He sighed.

"Just a piece of trash."

crunch.

John wanted to stand up, stand straight, and tell his father condescendingly: No matter what you say, you will die.

But he can't.

The chair seemed to stick to his entire body through his clothes.

"Look, you don't even know the rules." James Shelley became more and more disappointed and shook his head. "It's standard stupidity. If your mother wasn't so loyal to me, I would doubt whether you were my child."

Rose tilted her head.

'It's scary to see someone dying.'

Roland pursed his lips: "No, I think he is usually like this -"

Besides, James Shelley probably...

will not die.

"Mr. Shelley, have you made up your mind?" Roland interrupted the fight between the father and son - or should I say it was a one-sided beating from old Shelley.

John Shelley took a deep breath and made a final decision.

He couldn't wait endlessly.

"I'll vote for you."

After placing the domino representing "vitality" in front of him into gap number six, John also asked Madeline and Rebecca to vote.

Plus Rose's follow-up vote.

Now, Roland can declare victory.

"If you don't want this victory and insist on playing with us endlessly, sir... you'd better think it over carefully." John threatened: "James Shelley has nothing to do with you, right? He will either die in this dream, or leave the dream and be killed by my lover."

"You can choose to gain the friendship of the next heir to the Shelley family, or you can choose to offend him."

Roland picked up the death card.

"Of course I will listen to you, 'New Master'."

He put the sign in James Shelley's number.

So does Rose.

Seeing this, John finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Completely relieved.

The dust has settled.

His father is dying.

"What else do you want to mock me now? Tell me now, or you will run out of time, Mr. Shelley, my dear...father."

James Shelley said nothing, but cast his "life" to Roland.

Click.

This domino made a different sound.

As it was released, the girl in the center who had been silent for a long time finally moved.

She clapped her hands, as if she had watched a grand and rare performance and was extremely happy.

"Mortals always bring me joy."

she says.

"Then I declare——"

"The game of 'Only the two with the most votes can survive' ends here!"

The girl stood up holding her head and used her arms to put her head in front of the dazed Madeline and the pale John.

Keep laughing in that direction.

"I didn't say what will happen to the person who gets the most 'death' votes... That's up to you, it's what you think, right?"

"Pilgrim, my—"

"Sources of happiness..."

(End of this chapter)