The Fool of the Gods

Cold, damp, musty, smelly, uriney, bloody.

Before he regained consciousness, his sense of smell revived in advance, and the mixed odors that rushed into his nose made Cheng Shi shudder instinctively.

He took a breath and found that the air in the place where he was undergoing this trial was quite turbid, very much like the sewer of a certain city.

As his hearing gradually recovered, noisy chatter and scolding and wailing that came from far and near filled his ears. He listened carefully for a moment and came to a ridiculous conclusion:

Prison.

There was a prison under his feet.

What a fate, I am in prison again, so the identity of this trial will not be an imprisoned criminal, right?

Good guy, [Order] couldn't sentence me to prison, but [Chaos] sent me in.

You two are really good at cooperation.

After a few seconds, his limbs gradually regained feeling. He felt his head was heavy and his neck was sore. The pressure from his cervical spine made him feel as if he had been hit by a club from behind.

He wanted to raise his hand to rub his neck, but he unexpectedly touched a big iron lump on his neck.

"?"

Cheng Shi was startled and opened his eyes suddenly.

But what came into his eyes was not the prison cage as expected, but a dark iron face and several bright small holes cut out of the iron face.

! ! !

What is this?

Prison helmet?

What on earth did I do to have to wear such a big iron helmet?

Cheng Shi blinked in astonishment, and suddenly realized that the pressure from his neck was not because of pain and injury, but because a huge steel prison helmet was locked on his head!

He stretched out his hand to pinch the iron lump and found that the prison helmet was hard and had no signs of splicing. It did not look like an ordinary torture device.

There are seven holes on the prisoner's helmet, corresponding to his eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth. Looking out from the horizontal eye holes, he can see that he is imprisoned in a small iron cage.

There are five other prisoners who are similar to him, wearing iron helmets and red prison uniforms!

These five prisoners dressed in the same way, maybe they are teammates in this game?

Except for the six of them, the huge prison is filled with densely packed cages. Other prisoners also wear the same standard prison helmets, or everyone in this prison wears prison helmets, but the colors of prison uniforms on different prisoners are different.

Cheng Shi took a rough look and saw some patterns.

There are not many prisoners wearing the same color prison uniforms, some are 3 or 4, some are 7 or 8, but there are no more than 10, and these prisoners of the same color are locked together in order, and their cages are hung with conspicuous wooden signs with numbers.

Cheng Shi couldn't see his own, but by observing the numbers of others, it was not difficult to determine that the number of his cage was...six.

He was the last of the six red prisoners, the number six that he had despised at the beginning of his life.

6.

He still couldn't escape this...great fate!

Just as Cheng Shi was looking around, the other five players in red prison uniforms finally reacted. They woke up and were soon shocked by everything around them.

Although their expressions could not be seen, their stiff limbs and tight backs all showed their astonishment and surprise.

Like Cheng Shi, these teammates wanted to take off the prison helmets on their heads the moment they woke up, but they failed no matter how hard they tried.

Cheng Shi silently looked at everyone's movements, and at the same time, he pricked up his ears to collect the information he could hear nearby.

His current identity is no longer a liar with the talent of "Master of Deception", but a gambler with the real dice of fate, so if he wants to take the initiative in the subsequent communication and cooperation, he must establish an advantage in advance.

And intelligence advantage is the most important part.

The six players' cages are not lined up in a row, but form a circle. There are many such circular structures in this harsh prison. All the cages holding prisoners of the same color are surrounded by a circle.

The circles are large and small, so that almost every prisoner can see his "teammates" of the same color.

Behind Cheng Shi are five prisoners in white prison uniforms. Their five cages form a smaller circle. At this moment, a fierce quarrel is breaking out among these prisoners.

They seem to be fighting for a woman.

"Bullshit, you are all bullshitting, I am Dolly's man! I won her in the horse-catching ceremony! She is mine!"

"Scum, tui——, have the guts to fight with me? I want to show you who is the first in the horse-catching ceremony!"

"You dogs are all coveting my woman, wait, wait! I will chop you all in the arena soon, leaving no one alive, just like I won the horse-catching ceremony! "

"Stop talking nonsense, if you beat me, Dolly will be yours, do you dare to take it?"

"Dolly is mine! You disgusting animals! Come on, let's have a fight!"

Cheng Shi listened attentively for a long time but didn't hear any useful information. The only thought was that he wanted to know how beautiful this Dolly was that five men were fighting for her like this.

Further away there was a seven-cage ring, and the yellow prisoners locked inside were also arguing, but their voices were drowned in the huge noise and were not so clear.

Only some single-word words such as "memory", "chaos", and "order" could be heard slightly, as well as angry curses with a high content of mother.

Many prison guards with long whips were patrolling around. Once the prisoners in a cage shouted too loudly and annoyed them, they would beat the criminals inside fiercely. Whip.

Watching the whip fall on his body and turn into scars, watching the prisoner curl up on the ground and wail in pain, he couldn't help but think of a person, no, a...dirty thing.

Oh, bad luck.

Cheng Shi shook his head to shake the terrible figure out of his head, and at this moment, one of the teammates in front of him finally spoke.

His voice sounded strange, but it was undoubtedly a male voice. In fact, it can be seen that there were no ladies in this trial.

After everyone's voice was muffled in the iron helmet and resonated with it, the timbre was "polluted", mixed with a trace of turbid humming that made it difficult to hear clearly.

"There are many tricks every year, but there are especially many this year.

I never thought that I would become a prisoner again. This familiar feeling is really nostalgic.

Why are you guys so silent? You are all dumb. After so long, please make a sound."

"Squeak. "Cheng Shi replied politely.

"......"

The one who just spoke was the teammate in Room 5. He looked at Cheng Shi and laughed. He drove away the mice at his feet and knocked on his "iron head".

"This iron headgear is interesting. I can't take it off. It seems that there is something going on. Is it... the power of [Order]? "

Yes, it is indeed [Order].

In fact, the moment Cheng Shi saw the prison guards around him, he had already seen the shadow of [Order]. These guards were wearing the knight uniforms of the Grand Inquisition, which also meant that this trial should be in a prison in a city of the Grand Inquisition.

Okay, really good.

The trial of [Order] accidentally sent itself to the field of [Chaos]. This time [Chaos] came to the door, but forced itself into the territory of [Order].

The two of you are in love and hate, it will be difficult to end without getting married.

As soon as teammate No. 5 finished speaking, teammate No. 1 on Cheng Shi’s left responded, his tone was slightly serious:

"There is a problem with this prisoner helmet. My prophecy tells me that no one can open the 'shackles' of [Order] except the person who put on the prisoner helmet for us."

Everyone turned to look at him, stunned.

"Prophet? You are a prophet. What points did you roll? Is it accurate? ”

“Heh, [Fate].”

“Oh, you’re awesome, brother. How many points do you have to dare to play a clear card?”

Cheng Shi also raised his eyebrows, and he looked at the “prophet” and smiled happily.

Fellow travelers, what a coincidence, I happen to be a b......standard [Fate] believer in this round.

Even before the trial, I was a prophet!

And the prophecy I saw was: I won this trial.

Although the number of points cast was 1, my talent told me that this ending must happen.

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