Chapter 242: Life and Death Enemies

I turned the evening's game into text and posted it on the forum seeking help. Although there weren't many replies, some people offered different perspectives.

One person mentioned that "the host might also be a liar," which successfully grabbed my attention.

I have to say, the power of netizens is endless. I had never considered that possibility before.

After sorting out the general logic, I used the earthquake's force to enter the dream once more.

Tonight, I was determined to break the curse.

Once everyone had shared their stories, I knocked on the table and confidently began: "Everyone, I think this 'Ren Yang' is the liar."

As expected, my words shocked them all, and my goal was achieved.

"But... but what's the reason?" the tattooed man asked blankly.

"Reason? The reason?" I paused for a moment. "Do we even need a reason? I've voted for everyone else, and none of it worked!"

Seeing their confused expressions, I realized I had said something wrong.

They didn't have any memories at all!

What on earth was I doing?!

So, that night, I was honorably voted as the "liar" with the highest number of votes.

This was probably what I deserved.

After waking up, I sorted out my thoughts again. The game's rules were strict: everyone had to vote for the "liar" at the same time, or someone would die if even one vote was wrong.

What I should do was rally everyone to vote for the same person, ideally "Ren Yang," so we could escape the room and I could break the curse.

So, I posted for help again. With the help of many netizens, I finally figured out the rules.

Then, I reorganized the game logic and returned to the room.

This time, I still suggested that everyone vote for "Ren Yang," and my reasoning was clear: I suspected that everyone's cards were all "liar," so "Ren Yang" had lied when explaining the rules.

He was the original "liar," and we were all lying because of his deception, so we should vote for him.

I was a genius— it only took me less than a hundred loops to come up with this answer.

Clearly, I had convinced them this time.

Finally, the exciting voting moment arrived!

When I turned over my paper with "Ren Yang" written on it, I was full of confidence. Then I saw the police officer, doctor, lawyer, thug, preschool teacher, and bar hostess all reveal their answers— everyone had written "Ren Yang"!

This was great!

I was about to break free from the curse!

Now, in the room, only that handsome young man with the fair features was left. He hadn't said much the whole time and seemed indecisive. Although I never had a good impression of good-looking people, this time... he would be my savior!

I watched as he slowly turned over his paper, revealing the words on it.

That's when I realized this guy wasn't a savior— he was a complete fool who didn't know what he was doing.

Written clearly on the paper were the three words "Chen Jun Nan," with a cute little heart drawn at the end.

"What the hell is 'Chen Jun Nan'?!" I blurted out.

"Oh? I'm Chen Jun Nan," he said with a smile.

What was going on?!

Did this guy even know the situation we were in?!

Did he think he was some kind of celebrity? Who cares what your name is?!

That night, I was killed again— quick and clean, no mess.

Good job.

After waking up, I was furious. I had no mood for anything else.

This Chen Jun Nan was too stupid. It seemed God was fair— good-looking guys always had brains that didn't work. I needed to find a way to convince him.

From that day on, I decided to use my sincerity to reform this dimwit.

So, I prepared a lot of persuasive lines in advance, ready to explain everything to him when I entered the nightmare next time.

But when evening came, after I reasoned with him emotionally and passionately for ages, I still ended up collapsing.

When Chen Jun Nan turned over his paper, it had a random name on it: "Liu De Hua."

This time, there was no heart, just a little smiley face.

I struggled to control my temper and asked in a low voice, "Chen Jun Nan, explain to me... what is 'Liu De Hua'?"

"Oh? You don't even know that? Liu De Hua is a Hong Kong entertainer," Chen Jun Nan said innocently. "I think he was born in 1962, a triple-threat in film, TV, and music. Have you seen 'Infernal Affairs'? In that movie, Liu De Hua plays..."

"Go act for your grandfather!" I cursed loudly.

I never imagined that one day I'd die because of Liu De Hua.

Liu De Hua didn't kill me, but I died because of him.

Good job.

Chen Jun Nan, good job.

From then on, I was locked in a battle with this dimwit Chen Jun Nan.

My goal became pure and simple: get Chen Jun Nan to vote for Ren Yang.

But I don't know what was wrong with him— he voted for everyone else, just not Ren Yang.

Time after time, he turned over his papers: Guo Fu Cheng, Li Ming, Zhang Xue You, Zhou Xing Chi, Zhou Run Fa...

After the Four Heavenly Kings, it was all sorts of other stars, from Hong Kong and Taiwan to the mainland, from domestic to international.

He knew a lot of celebrities.

I basically died for every star in the world.

Until I saw "Guo De Gang" and "Yue Yun Peng," I finally realized— this guy was doing it on purpose.

He wasn't stupid at all. Every name he'd written so far was unique; he was totally intentional!

He didn't want me to escape; he wanted to keep me stuck here!

He was my living curse!

Why are there people like this in the world? Why does he have to cause trouble?

Too bad I couldn't do anything, or I'd find a way to kill him.

Chen Jun Nan, oh Chen Jun Nan, what's our beef?

Why are you blocking my life?

Escaping this room was completely hopeless.

With Chen Jun Nan around, there's no way out.

But I wake up on the same day every time— I'm going to go insane.

After looping dozens more times, I came up with a good idea to stay sane... that is, to do different things each time.

That way, I'd feel like every day was new...

After all, in reality, I have about a day and a half, so theoretically, I can do a lot.

During that period, I tried being a gaming streamer, a sales streamer, and even a talent streamer on a whim.

Later, I became a forum moderator, and even an online scammer.

I gradually realized how empty I was.

My days were trapped in this single day, and these activities only got as far as the starting point— completely meaningless.

So... is there a way to make something of mine last?

Even if I have to die in this day, my things won't be stuck here?

What can be passed on?