Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Pretending to Be a God

Chapter 716: Buffet

Faced with Lin Yu's questioning, Shen Bingmiao remained composed."Junior, I wasn't deliberately hiding anything. I simply don't know that guy well, and I don't trust it either."

As Shen Bingmiao spoke, Lin Yu furrowed his brow slightly.

"What's the story here?"

"He was summoned by Lin Zhao. Before the final campaign against the God of Fate began, I had never even met him. I don't know where your sister found such connections," Shen Bingmiao's tone in the call was calm and steady. "Although he did help us restrain the God of Fate... that guy isn't very reliable."

"I once suspected that Lin Zhao's death might have something to do with him. The God of Fate was certainly powerful, but we had studied him for too long. We had devised countermeasures for every one of his Authorities," as she spoke, Shen Bingmiao's voice finally carried some emotional fluctuation, like reluctance. "But Lin Zhao still died... she shouldn't have died."

"It might be different from what you imagine, my dear junior. Even though back then it was a battle between mortals and gods, for the two of us, it wasn't a desperate challenge against a deity seeking survival—it was supposed to be a surefire hunt!"

"So, the only variable was that crow—even though there's no evidence, he must be implicated."

"I know he's approaching you, maybe he's even shown you friendliness, but... don't trust him too much, my dear 'Ace.' No god from another realm will ever be our true friend."

Shen Bingmiao spoke with absolute certainty. Lin Yu listened to her words and nodded slightly.

"I understand."

Hearing Lin Yu's response, Shen Bingmiao seemed to have calmed down as well.

"Well, anyway, this is just my speculation. You have your identity as a 'Death Game' Player, so these gods can't do whatever they want to you. Don't worry too much," Shen Bingmiao said, then shifted the topic. "Oh, and one more thing?"

"What is it?"

Lin Yu asked instinctively.

"Don't forget that we're going on our tour performance next week," Shen Bingmiao reminded him. "Even though this game keeps you busy, don't forget we still have to live our lives."

Lin Yu was momentarily stunned, then smiled. "I haven't forgotten, President."

With that, he hung up the call.

After speaking with Shen Bingmiao, many doubts in his mind had been resolved.

This trip to the Prison Mountain Realm, encountering Zhu Qiansi, meeting the Chosen One left behind by the God of Fate—all of this had brought him closer to the "truth" of that year.

It even explained why his second [Dungeon] had taken place in the "Inverted Tower."

"Even though he's an old acquaintance, he's still not trustworthy, huh..."

Lin Yu let out a breath.

Although he had never planned to truly rely on that crow, learning that this deity who had been friendly to him from the start might be the one who backstabbed Lin Zhao and caused her death still gave Lin Yu a headache.

It wasn't something he could go verify with Crow either—could he just find an opening at the Misty Islands, go to the Inverted Tower, and directly ask, "Did you backstab my sister back then?"

No matter how the other party answered, that would be awkward.

"Well, anyway, I'll just take it one step at a time."

Lin Yu thought it over, then reached a conclusion.

Afterward, Lin Yu switched his phone to the one for "Zhu Ming."

Surprisingly, no messages had come through—Li Nian hadn't contacted him yet, and neither had any other contacts.

Even though both "May May" and "Old Yao" had been heavily affected by what "Zhu Ming" did, Zhu Ming himself, at the center of the storm, remained perfectly calm.

"This does fit the 'eye of the storm' pattern," Lin Yu said as he turned off his phone, sighing. "Forget it... I'll just go grab something to eat."

Lin Yu stood up—after all, he wasn't at his own home right now, but in a hot spring hotel on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.

Besides its hot springs and sauna rooms, this hotel's 24-hour buffet was also a major highlight.

Even though he was pretty well-off now, Lin Yu still held the mentality that if a service was available and you didn't use it, it was wasted... Even if he wasn't hungry, he'd still go eat.

And he really was hungry, after all.

Even though he had gnawed on several compressed biscuits during the recently concluded [Escort the Darts] dungeon, Lin Yu's energy consumption had been enormous.

Besides filling his stomach, even using the [Banquet Pendant] to stack some buffs would be good.

Of course, by now Lin Yu could be considered someone who knew manners after having enough to eat.

Back in his middle school days, when he was still growing and the family wasn't exactly well-off, if Lin Yu had had the chance to come to a place like this, he probably wouldn't have even gone back to his room after soaking in the hot springs—he would've just lived in the buffet restaurant.

Thinking about this, Lin Yu couldn't help but reflect on two things.

"Sure enough, my sister really did pass away early..."

Otherwise, there was no way to explain why he always felt like he couldn't eat enough or eat well back in middle school.

And the second thing was...

"Senior, you really screwed me over!"

After silently cursing Shen Bingmiao, an AI who had managed to squander all the inheritance Lin Zhao had left for him, Lin Yu took the elevator downstairs to the hot spring hotel's buffet restaurant.

A high-end hotel buffet was really something else—even late at night, there were fresh and delicious ingredients and dishes on display.

From cold platters to stir-fries, from grilled meat to hotpot, everything was available.

Lin Yu casually picked the most expensive-looking seafood and beef, then found a seat and started preparing his meal.

At this hour, there were almost no other people in the restaurant. Besides Lin Yu, there were only a few tables of guests, so it was quite peaceful.

But among those few tables...

"Even here, I run into acquaintances."

Lin Yu rubbed his forehead, saying helplessly.

At a dining table in another corner of the restaurant, Lin Yu's gaze met two guests who were drinking.

"Shit—May!"

Good Night, dressed in a hotel bathrobe, jumped up and immediately grabbed the plates and glasses from his table before walking over.

And the other guest at his table...

Was Paper Kite, whom Lin Yu had seen not long ago.

The two of them carried their own tableware straight to Lin Yu's table and joined him.

Paper Kite was still a bit shy. Wearing a clean white ice-silk athletic T-shirt and black shorts, she smiled lightly and greeted Lin Yu: "Sorry for the intrusion, Assistant Team Leader May May."

But Good Night was much more forward: "Shit, my most trustworthy Assistant, how are you here too? What a coincidence!"

"Come on, come on, let's eat and drink together!"

Lin Yu looked at the dishes Good Night had brought over—two plates of grilled meat, two plates of watermelon—and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Team Leader, did you just bring these over because you couldn't finish them?"

"Hey, shit, what nonsense are you talking? How could anyone not finish grilled meat and watermelon? They're so delicious! No matter how much comes, I can polish it off! I, shit, am kindly sharing with you!"