Eight Hundred Years and I Still Won't Forget This Game

The familiar ancestral hall.

The familiar brief silence.

The familiar Zhou Yue with his familiar line.

"Ugh, what rotten luck! Next!"

Zhou Yue vented his frustration with his usual "stepped-in-crap" commentary, scowling as he muted himself.

What followed was the equally familiar uproarious laughter.

Yes.

He had, once again, killed the [Scout] first.

When he first learned the rules of this game, he naively thought it was a fantasy realm where luck played no part.

But reality proved otherwise...

First kill? Always the [Scout]. Deciding vote? Guaranteed to be the [Dull Owl].

After three days of playing, he was so furious he went on a late-night spree, liking every forum post demanding the removal of [Scout] and [Dull Owl].

Yet, despite it all, he still loved the game.

Every day, he played gleefully with Zhong Yi and the others.

"Old Zhou, honestly... maybe you should just stop taking the first kill?"

In front of the ancestral hall’s statue, Zhong Yi spoke with grave concern.

That round had been who-knows-how-many times today that Zhou Yue had drawn first blood on the [Scout].

Even a seasoned demonic cultivator like Zhong Yi couldn’t help but feel a chill.

"But then I’d be bored out of my mind..."

Zhou Yue was deeply dissatisfied with this suggestion.

This round, his luck seemed decent.

Right at the start, he ran into his two demonic faction teammates, Zhong Yi and Shen Yan.

The trio sneaked their way into the ancestral hall, plotting mischief.

"Old Zhou, what’s your role this time?" Shen Yan asked curiously.

Zhou Yue replied, "[Undertaker]. I can drag corpses. What about you two?"

Zhong Yi: "[Ghoul]."

Shen Yan: "[Assassin]."

Hearing their roles, Zhong Yi’s eyes lit up.

"Hey, I’ve got a plan. Shen Yan and I will do the killing. Old Zhou, you focus on hauling the bodies to corners where no one can find them. Sound good?"

Zhou Yue and Shen Yan exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

This way, even if Zhou Yue wasn’t directly involved in the murders, he’d still have plenty to do.

The trio wasted no time and split up to execute their scheme.

"Hey there, gatekeeper! Come here—Brother Shen’s been looking for you inside..."

Snap

"Old Zhou, quick, drag it away!"

...

"Well, well, if it isn’t Junior Brother Guo? Come check out this interesting thing over here!"

Snap

"Do it, do it!"

...

Zhong Yi was streaming his playthrough of Demonic Slaughter live.

The audience of cultivators watching erupted in chaos.

"Holy hell, these guys... even real demons would bow to their ruthlessness!"

"Organized crime, I tell ya!"

"Absolute monsters!!"

"Brother Zhong’s really leaning into the villain role in this illusion realm, huh?"

"The pride of demonic cultivation!"

...

In no time, the trio had claimed three victims.

Zhou Yue hauled all the corpses to hidden corners, ensuring that even if they were found, no one could ring the alarm bells near the bodies.

As for visiting the ancestral hall to pay respects?

Not a chance.

The three had it locked down tight!

"Hey... can I at least get one kill?"

Zhou Yue itched to join in.

He really wanted to experience being the executioner for once.

"Absolutely not. Unless you want to stab the [Scout] again," Shen Yan refused firmly.

He still remembered the last time Zhou Yue was his demonic teammate. The guy’s role was [Maniac]—if he killed his designated target, his next kill’s cooldown would be drastically reduced.

And guess what? The system assigned him the [Scout] as his first target...

Like it was fate itself!

Shen Yan hadn’t believed Zhou Yue was cursed in the illusion realm before.

After that round, he was a convert.

"Honestly, with how things are now, letting Old Zhou try once wouldn’t hurt," Zhong Yi mused suddenly.

"This round’s role pool might not even have a [Scout]... And even if he does kill one, it’d be a 1-for-4 trade for the demonic faction. No loss at all."

Shen Yan nodded subtly at Zhong Yi’s reasoning.

It made sense.

But then another doubt arose.

"What if he hits the [Glutton]?"

The [Glutton] was one of only two beastkin roles that could kill.

It could devour anyone it encountered.

Players eaten wouldn’t die immediately—if the [Glutton] was killed before the meeting, they’d pop out like newborns.

"We just kill whoever’s inside. However many there are, we slaughter them all!" Zhong Yi brushed it off, confident in their advantage.

"Fair point... Alright, Old Zhou, go for it. Enjoy your murder spree!" Shen Yan conceded.

"Go on, Old Zhou. Unless all three of us get exposed, even the heavens can’t stop us!" Zhong Yi clapped Zhou Yue’s shoulder encouragingly.

"Hah, finally my turn~"

Zhou Yue eagerly scurried to the ancestral hall’s entrance, scanning for targets.

Just then, Zhou Qiaoling hurried around the corner.

"Oh, Qiaoling! Fancy meeting you here!"

Zhou Yue’s eyes gleamed as he waved cheerfully.

He hadn’t forgotten how, whenever Zhou Qiaoling was the [Scout], she’d throw herself at him, getting him eliminated.

Now,

it was payback time!

With two teammates backing him up, what could go wrong?

"Big bro!"

Zhou Qiaoling brightened at the sight of him, wiping her mouth before rushing over.

"Come here, I’ve got something fun to show you..."

Zhou Yue chuckled, mentally activating his [Execute] skill.

"Oh? I’ve got something too—"

Before she could finish, Zhou Qiaoling collapsed into a corpse.

Then,

One, two, three, four, five...

Five people burst out from her body like a grotesque clown car.

Zhou Yue gaped.

First thought:

"Did I seriously kill the [Glutton] AGAIN?!"

Second thought:

"How the hell did my little sister eat so many?!"

Third thought:

"Old Demon Lu, you better delete the [Glutton] too, you bastard!!!"

Zhong Yi and Shen Yan, poised to strike, froze momentarily before lunging into the crowd, trying to thin the numbers.

But there were too many...

Shen Yan managed one kill before someone rang the alarm.

With six survivors left, their identities were instantly exposed...

Before being voted out, Shen Yan shot Zhong Yi a despairing look.

"Why... why did you let Old Zhou take that kill?"

Zhong Yi smiled bitterly. "On my 800th birthday, I’ll still regret this brainless decision..."

Zhou Yue scowled. "Hey, don’t pin this all on me! Your mouth’s no cleaner, Old Zhong!"

...

...

And so, another round ended in laughter.

The righteous faction claimed an effortless victory.

"Damn it, the [Glutton] is way too OP!!"

Zhou Yue fumed.

Unlike demonic kills, which left behind a corpse for alarms, the [Glutton]’s devouring left no trace.

Zhou Yue’s first Demonic Slaughter game ended when killing a [Glutton] exposed him. He’d always wanted to try the role himself.

But fate, as ever, denied him.

"Old Zhou, you should be content... You’ve gotten the Demon Path identity so many times, it’s downright enviable!"

Zhong Yi consoled him.

"But you have to look at his probability of first-killing the [Scout]."

Zhou Qiaoling chimed in with a teasing grin.

"You’ve got some nerve saying that! Isn’t it because every time you get [Scout], you come pestering me..."

Zhou Yue’s face darkened with irritation.

"Alright, alright, how about I ban [Scout] this round? Will that satisfy you?"

Zhong Yi suggested.

"Now that’s more like it! Old Zhong, you’re a real one!"

Zhou Yue was moved to tears.

He couldn’t help but feel that without [Scout], he’d be invincible.

Soon, a new round began.

Seeing his identity prompt, Zhou Yue’s lips curled into a wide grin.

[Your identity is: Monster Race (Glutton)]