I woke up after 300 million years

The first person to choose the mask is the one who is eliminated. No one has such luck.

Originally, ten people survived in the second level, but by the third level, only seven people were left.

Mo Qingwu, the son of God and Chaos, was eliminated.

I have to say that luck is indeed a kind of strength.

Yan Fan has no sadness about this. Being eliminated from the game does not mean death.

After waiting for another minute, Chuxin shook his head slightly, took two steps forward, pointed to the high platform twenty meters away, and introduced briefly:

"The third level has eight platforms. Four of them can lead to the next room. If you fall on the remaining four platforms, you will definitely die."

"I thought that at this level, the number of survivors would be eight. It seems that I overestimated your luck." Chu Xin said the most contemptuous words in the calmest tone.

Yan Fan stared at his back and said bluntly:

"I don't believe you're that lucky, assuming... assuming you really don't know the right option."

"It only shows that you have some kind of ability, the ability to accurately judge the correct option."

"After all...luck will not always favor the same person!"

In the face of doubts, he responded calmly and calmly, "People can't blame themselves for the uneven road. The strong never complain about the environment. This is what you said... Let's get started. Do I choose first? Or do you choose first?"

The third level is even more amazing, at least three people, or even four people will be eliminated!

Niu Duoduo opened his mouth and asked, "After choosing, can I exchange?"

"No." Chuxin replied.

"Then you should make the last choice." After Niu Duoduo finished speaking, he walked to the platform and looked down.

In the bottomless darkness, it is impossible to tell which location is safe and which location is dangerous.

In fact, at this level, everyone gradually began to believe that this was a game of pure luck.

"If you hesitate, you will lose." Niu Duoduo took a deep breath and stood on the edge of the first platform.

Yan Fan's eyes flashed with luster, and with a smile on his lips, he walked up to the second platform and joked, "My daughter also said this in the previous level, but... she was eliminated. .”

"Fuck you, don't try to mess with my mentality!" Niu Duoduo cursed angrily and stood firm on the first platform.

The fairy tale smiled strangely and thought: This level is quite friendly to me.

The Lord of Order, who had a heavy aura of books, rubbed his temples and muttered silently:

"It's a big headache. My extraordinary ability is useless in this game. At least three people were eliminated in the third level. I have never been very lucky. I have offended Lady Luck before..."

He made his choice, stood on the edge of the seventh platform, and looked down.

After the six people were selected, Chu Xin did not hesitate this time. Instead, he wandered left and right, looking at the remaining two platforms for dozens of seconds before walking onto the eighth platform.

Pretending? Still really confused... Yan Fan half-squinted his eyes to look at him. The blood mist on the other person's face blocked all sight, making him unable to see through.

Chuxin noticed the gaze, looked at Yan Fan and said, "I hope we meet in the next room."

The platform disappeared without warning, and the seven people's feet were suspended in the air. Their bodies were out of control and they fell vertically.

"Why is this happening!" Fairy Tale's expression suddenly changed, and the elf wings on his back were blocked.

She originally thought this level was quite friendly to her, because she could fly. Even if the path below was wrong, she could fly in the air and change direction. Who knew that unknown rules restricted flying.

Fairy Tale's pupils gradually focused, and he saw rows of spikes below.

The white and tender skin was pierced, and the choking blood filled her mouth and nose. The pain stimulated every nerve. She opened her mouth and vomited blood, gritted her teeth, and wanted to resist and stand up.

The next second, she lost consciousness, and the spikes contained decaying power.

In just two seconds, her dress, skin, flesh, bones, etc. all decayed and disappeared.

"It hurts!" On his deathbed, this was the only thing that Fairy Tale wanted to shout.

......

The scene turned, and she appeared out of thin air in a dark room, with an ancient mottled round table, an elegant kerosene lamp, familiar ancient gods, and familiar foreign gods.

"Oh, you're dead too!" Urker put his legs on the table and joked in a magnetic voice.

The fairy tale calmed down for two seconds, then stretched out his hand to touch his flat chest and abdomen, then touched his face to make sure that his body was intact, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she bit her lip again, messed up her long hair, and said angrily:

"I can obviously fly, but I am restricted from flying. It's so abominable! It's so unfair!"

When she was venting, two more people appeared on the seats at the round table, Su Xingyue and the God of Order.

Everyone looked at each other.

Su Xingyue flipped up her hair on her temples, looking dignified and elegant, "It's a pity, I was a bit unlucky after all."

"This game is suitable for extraordinary people who have awakened the 'Mascot' profession to play, and they will have good luck." The Lord of Order looked calm and relaxed, but clenched his fists under the table, obviously unwilling to do so.

Eliminate three people at once!

Since then, only three of the ten ancient gods have been gambling with their original intention.

In front of the girl and the end of the past, a light curtain appears in the game environment, acting as an audience.

The girl blinked and said in an uncertain tone, "Yan Fan cheated."

"Yes." The old man finally nodded, "Probably he cheated. He is best at acting. He seems hesitant and cautious. In fact, every time he makes a choice, his goal is very clear."

Cheating!

Everyone who was eliminated was surprised and stared at Mo Qingwu.

"Why are you looking at me?" Mo Qingwu raised her chest and raised her head, glaring back, "I don't know dad's methods. I was eliminated in the second level, which is worse than you."

Urke took over the topic, "Compared? Who can compare with me?"

"This is life." The fairy tale sums it up in one sentence.

......

This game is fast paced.

Three levels of challenge, seven people were eliminated.

Yan Fan, Chu Xin, God of War, and Quan Tianzun came to the fourth room.

The area here is very small, about fifty square meters, with a square wooden table in the middle and four cups of transparent liquid placed on it.

Chuxin walked over and sat down, pointed at the liquid and said:

"Four glasses of water, one of which is poisonous, three glasses of which are normal, the rules remain the same, you choose first."

After listening to the introduction, Yan Fan frowned and shook his head as he approached, "You give people the illusion of being very casual. Your game is too direct. People must die in every level."

The blood mist was misty, Chu Xin leaned back on the chair slightly, and said meaningfully:

"This is exactly the world I pursue. Simple, direct, and clear. If you fail, you will be eliminated. If you succeed, you will continue. Perhaps... this is also the pursuit of the Creator."

"I haven't had a change for too long. I long for change. That kind of pounding heart, that kind of narrow escape, that kind of feeling of heaven and hell."

"I've never lost and I've never won in my game."

Never lost? Never won?

Yan Fan savored this passage carefully and became increasingly unable to see through his original intention.

The God of War and Quan Tianzun took their seats, and the God of War asked another classic question, "Can I exchange?"