Deceitful Game

Chapter 31 Using Limbs to Change Faces

Under Mingpo's gaze, the "Frankenstein" on Chang Ning's head gradually distorted, faded, and disappeared.

When Frankenstein's existence was dissolved, the whole world began to collapse and disintegrate.

The earthquake gradually intensified, and the old-fashioned televisions began to shake. The ones on the top flipped over with a loud bang, scattering shards of glass everywhere.

The red light on the ceiling had also fallen halfway down, swaying in the room like a swing.

As the title above his head gradually changed from "Werewolf" to "Frankenstein," Minper looked thoughtfully at his right hand, closed his eyes, and felt the desire welling up in his heart.

That feeling was different from when I was equipped with "Werewolf".

He no longer had that intense destructive urge, that restless restlessness. Instead, he felt an overwhelming sense of pride and self-inflation, a flicker of desire for the opposite sex, and an urgent need to prove himself… or rather, a feeling of “wanting to be famous.”

Mingpo was originally the kind of person who disliked trouble and would not talk to strangers unless necessary.

Because social interaction often means trouble. You have to consider how not to bother others, and whether you can agree to their requests or how to refuse without damaging the relationship. The cost of maintaining friendships is simply too high.

But if it were Mingpo now, if he saw someone live streaming on the street, he would most likely go up and greet them with a smile, and might even want to actively enter the streamer's camera.

Switching between these two titles feels like going from a cold-blooded killer to an extroverted internet celebrity eager for fame.

—But overall it's alright.

This desire can be completely tamed.

Moreover, for Chang Ning, who was already insecure, the strong sense of self it provided could just make up for that part of his weakness in his personality... and this "desire to prove himself" was probably the source of the fervent sense of performance he had when he used the voice changer before.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

Mingpo kicked Chang Ning lightly.

Chang Ning twitched, and a fountain of blood gushed from the cut wound in his throat... but he was still not completely dead.

Despite having his head repeatedly pierced and even his entire neck severed, he still had a sliver of hope for survival.

It's obvious that this thing can no longer be human.

Mingpo guessed that it was probably because Chang Ning was the owner of this space.

Before this space completely self-destructed, Chang Ning was still able to retain some consciousness.

...If the other person is still alive, perhaps we can borrow their finger.

Werewolves' regenerative abilities are clearly insufficient to reattach severed limbs. However, using this ability, they can reattach Mingpo's severed right little finger.

While retrieving his finger would be an option... this space is about to collapse, and to get it back, he'd need another elevator key card to take the elevator back up. He wasn't sure when he'd be kicked out of this space, so it was better to stay put and go somewhere nearby.

Thinking this, Mingpo squatted down and grasped Changning's more slender and elegant left hand, rather than her stronger right hand.

Just then, Chang Ning suddenly grabbed Ming Po's hand.

Mingpo's eyes turned cold, and she deftly pulled out a small knife with her left hand.

His right hand wasn't Mingpo's dominant hand to begin with... which is why he used his right hand instead of his stronger left hand when he took the key from the barbed wire.

Mingpo deliberately attacked Chang Ning repeatedly with his right hand to create this stereotype in him.

In fast-paced combat, there's no time to think. Everything depends on physical instinct.

So, by training the other party to have the wrong instincts, one can manipulate their actions like an illusion.

—Just like training a dog.

"...Here, take it..."

However, Chang Ning's voice was hoarse.

His slit throat could no longer shake his head, and his remaining eyes gazed pleadingly at Mingpo.

Mingpo paused slightly, looking into Changning's eyes.

His eyes had become clear and sorrowful. Having lost the power of the Domain of Power, he no longer possessed that intense confidence.

"Okay...you can have it..."

As Chang Ning spoke, she slowly opened her hand and placed her little finger in Ming Po's palm: "Please... take a look for me..."

"—I'm checking on Coco for you, right?"

Mingpo interrupted Chang Ning, who was struggling to speak, and stopped watching him spout off two-character quatrains.

He didn't seem to object to this request.

Rather, Mingpo actually felt sorry for the little girl.

If the other person is still an orphan, it wouldn't be a bad idea to help them out.

In any case, money in the material world has no meaning for Chang Ning now—what else can it do besides burn some paper money for himself?

"Okay, give me her address."

As Mingpo finished speaking, a crimson glow ignited in the depths of her eyes.

As that power was activated, Mingpo felt as if his hands had turned into sharp scalpels, and at the same time, all sorts of lines seemed to appear in his vision... just like they could cut a person into pieces of flesh such as snowflakes or hanging dragons.

It makes it convenient for hot pot.

At this point, he could easily remove a part of another person's limb if he wanted to.

Chang Ning's lips curled up slightly, as if he was trying to make a smiling expression. Then he recited the other party's address haltingly.

He had just been killed by Mingpo, yet he was not afraid that Mingpo would kill Coco.

It was an unspoken understanding.

"--Wow."

Mingpo sighed, applying slight pressure with her left index finger.

He felt only a slight resistance—like breaking a toothpick with his fingers, or breaking a Pocky stick—and easily removed Chang Ning's left little finger.

He held the little finger and touched it to the healed membrane on his right little finger.

Suddenly, a red light ignited at the point of contact.

It's like red iron heated to a high temperature when blacksmithing.

Immediately afterwards, a burning pain came—

The pain was excruciating, yet Mingpo remained unmoved. He simply stared intently at the severed surface of his right little finger.

The two finger segments have a slight color difference, but it's hard to notice without close inspection. However, there are tiny stitching marks between the two finger segments…

…Looks like I'll have to wear a ring, Mingpo thought.

At that moment, strange memories flowed into his body.

Just like when he used Gu Tao's body before, he naturally understood how to use the compound bow. This little finger also holds some memories of parkour.

He saw "himself" leap from the tall building, then grab onto the edge of the opposite building. With a powerful push, he lightly jumped up.

The narrow gap he had just leaped over was at least fifty meters high. Falling from there would have meant certain death.

"Wow, you're acting like Jackie Chan!"

Mingpo's eyes lit up.

He had never played with this kind of thing before, but now he felt like he had mastered this skill.

That's interesting, it looks really exciting!

At the same time, a clear thought emerged in Mingpo's mind: his soul strength was not yet sufficient, and his body could only support one more limb at most, otherwise he might suffer a mutation like Chang Ning.

It can hold one more...

It seems that until I gain the ability to regenerate my severed limbs, I probably won't have the chance to remove the splint from my right little finger. In that case, if I bring this title into the game, I can only plunder one type of limb at most.

That being the case...

Mingpo looked down at Chang Ning's face.

Chang Ning had already given Coco's address when he closed his eyes, awaiting his death...

Just then, cracks finally appeared in the room.

The floorboards crumbled and collapsed, and one of Chang Ning's legs was dangling in mid-air.

Mingpo didn't wait any longer and stepped across.

As a crimson glow ignited in the depths of his pupils, that scanning eye-like ability was activated once more!

"Could I borrow your dough?"

His right hand, which had just healed, grabbed Chang Ning's face.

Then, it was torn off!

Beneath that handsome face was a very ordinary face. Whether it was the eyebrows, the contours, or the condition of the skin, it was a completely average face... even worse than an average face.

"This is your face."

Mingpo exclaimed, "Now, we truly know each other."

As she spoke, Mingpo pressed that face against her own.

As a burning pain shot through my face, tiny stitches appeared along my hairline and jawline. Then, knowledge of acting, singing, and smiling flooded my mind.

Mingpo mimicked the original owner of this face, flashing a friendly smile: "Alright, Changning..."

"Farewell. Never participate in this game of deception again."

As Mingpa's words faded, the world crumbled piece by piece.