Is there no justice

"Divine favor is upon me!"

"Hahaha, who said I had bad luck?"

"This round, I’ll prove myself with some real skill!"

Zhou Yue suppressed a smirk and calmly surveyed his surroundings.

Just yesterday, Zhong Yi had discussed the playstyle of the [Glutton] with him.

Zhong Yi believed that acting like Zhou Qiaoling—greedily devouring players from the very first round—was far too risky.

For one, it made you easy to spot.

Secondly, going solo increased the chances of running into a demonic blade.

Instead of recklessly feasting, it was better to bide your time in the first round, consuming at most one or two players while solidifying your cover identity.

By the second or third round, when numbers had thinned, the real feast could begin.

This strategy, Zhong Yi argued, offered a much higher chance of securing victory in a single round compared to playing as a ravenous monster.

Zhou Yue spawned near the pond in the middle of the mountain’s rear.

Finding no one nearby, he ventured outward and soon encountered his first player: Mu Yawen.

"Brother Mu, come here—let’s trade some honesty."

Zhou Yue beckoned with a grin.

"Senior Zhou, don’t try to trick me… How about you tell me your role first?"

Mu Yawen eyed him warily.

Lately, he’d been grinding Goose Goose Duck, and he wasn’t as gullible as before.

"Me? I’m the [Medium]. And you?"

Zhou Yue lied without blinking.

"You’re the [Medium]?! Then what am I?!"

Mu Yawen was stunned, then suddenly realized—

"Ohhhh… Senior Zhou, you’re—"

Crunch.

Zhou Yue activated [Devour], swallowing Mu Yawen whole.

"Heh, now I’m the [Medium]."

Zhou Yue chuckled to himself.

This was, in his eyes, the perfect opening.

No one had seen Mu Yawen, and with no corpse left behind, there’d be no evidence.

Better yet, he’d tricked Mu Yawen into revealing his role—now he could impersonate him flawlessly without fear of conflicting claims.

With that settled, he headed straight for the crowded plaza, making sure to stay visible and earn the trust of the righteous faction.

Before long, the others were convinced of his innocence.

Soon, a body was discovered, and the bell was rung to convene in the ancestral hall.

Zhou Yue played the role of the confused bystander, voting out a suspicious player. Now, it was time for his grand performance.

"La-la-la~ la-la-la~"

Zhou Qiaoling hummed a tune as she passed by.

"Hey! Little sis!"

Zhou Yue greeted her with a forced smile.

"What’s up—"

Crunch.

Only after being swallowed did Zhou Qiaoling realize—her brother was the [Glutton].

"You unlucky jerk… betraying your own sister like this? Fine, fine! But you’ve made a huge mistake!"

Zhou Qiaoling seethed with laughter.

"Ever wonder why no [Glutton] has ever eaten me?"

"Why?"

Zhou Yue couldn’t help but ask.

"Because—"

She cleared her throat.

"They couldn’t stand the NOISE!!!"

With that, Zhou Qiaoling began wailing like a banshee inside Zhou Yue’s stomach, her voice piercing and shrill.

"Damn it… damn it… shut up!!"

Zhou Yue’s head throbbed from the racket.

Clearly, Zhou Qiaoling had developed some kind of sound-amplifying spell—her voice was deafening, even accompanied by what sounded like illusory background music.

"In! Your! Dreams!"

Zhou Qiaoling spat and kept screeching.

Zhou Yue, gritting his teeth, endured the noise as he hunted for isolated players to devour.

But with each new victim, they joined Zhou Qiaoling’s cacophonous rebellion.

Soon, his stomach resembled a rowdy festival, louder than a tavern brawl.

"Good grief, could you please quiet down…?"

Zhou Yue grimaced, whispering to his unruly passengers.

He was beginning to understand—Zhou Qiaoling was his karmic punishment for playing the [Glutton].

"Hey, isn’t that Old Zhou?"

Just then, Zhong Yi arrived, accompanied by Guo Yunwen of the Tianxuan Sect—a clear duo of righteous players.

"Hey, Old Zhou?"

When Zhou Yue didn’t respond, Zhong Yi called again.

"Oh, hey, Zhong Yi."

Zhou Yue forced a smile.

The noise in his stomach was so overwhelming he could barely hear Zhong Yi’s voice.

"Wait a second—"

Zhong Yi’s instincts flared.

Since when did Zhou Yue, usually sharp as a tack, suddenly go deaf?

Unless…

A bold suspicion took root in Zhong Yi’s mind.

"What’s one plus one?"

He tested abruptly.

"..."

Zhou Yue froze.

He’d caught only fragments of the question but answered anyway:

"Two… obviously? You think I’m stupid?"

Meanwhile, the chaos inside him escalated.

Led by Zhou Qiaoling, the trapped players redoubled their efforts.

"LOUDER!! DON’T LET HIM HEAR!!"

"Senior Zhong, ask him another question!!"

"Senior Zhong, kill him and save us!!"

The voices of players swallowed by the [Glutton] could only be heard by the [Glutton] itself.

But Zhong Yi was already beginning to suspect Zhou Yue's identity.

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Acting on impulse, he lowered his voice and asked, "Old Zhou, what's two plus three?"

"???"

Zhou Yue was baffled.

He could see Zhong Yi's lips moving, but not a single sound reached his ears.

Because it was too noisy inside his stomach!

Pure auditory pollution!

"What's three plus five? What's three plus five?"

Zhong Yi's voice grew even quieter.

Zhou Yue couldn't answer a single word.

"Dammit, Brother Guo, run!! Old Zhou is the [Glutton]—his stomach must be hosting a damn meeting right now, he can't hear us—"

Before Zhong Yi could finish, Zhou Yue swallowed him whole.

"Get in here, you!"

Zhou Yue smugly wiped his mouth.

At this point, he saw no reason to keep pretending.

As long as the demonic faction outside put up even a decent fight, it would be a showdown between him and them!

Right then.

A faint yellow glow began flickering across the entire illusionary realm.

[Glutton Time] had begun!

This meant only three players remained alive in the entire map.

Though he had no idea what had happened, for him, this was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Guo Yunwen definitely wasn't carrying a blade.

All he had to do was find the last remaining player, devour them, and victory would be his!

"Hahaha, I'm finally about to prove myself~~"

Zhou Yue rubbed his hands excitedly.

Over the past three days of playing, it wasn't like he hadn't won before.

But those were all fluke victories.

Rarely did he ever pull off a clutch play to turn the tide.

Because his demonic faction teammates all knew—you couldn't rely on Zhou Yue to knife anyone…

When playing as a good guy, he'd always run into trouble at every turn—either bumping into the demonic faction or the [Glutton].

But now, he finally had the chance to redeem himself!

……

"Come on, Brother Zhou, do your thing."

Guo Yunwen ran up to Zhou Yue as if resigned to his fate.

He didn't want to resist anymore.

Because both the demonic faction and the [Constable] were already wiped out!

The third remaining player was the [Wanderer].

Their single strike had already been used to kill a demonic faction member.

No one had a blade left—they could only let Zhou Yue have his way.

After the [Heavenly Gate's Gatekeeper] was devoured by Zhou Yue, Guo Yunwen stopped running and came to deliver himself on a silver platter.

"Dammit!! So he still gets to win after all!!"

Zhou Qiaoling gnashed her teeth in frustration.

"Can't be helped. This round, Brother Zhou really played well!"

The gatekeeper chimed in.

"Old Zhou, looks like you're finally about to claim your first real victory!"

Zhong Yi sighed.

"Come! The glory is mine alone!"

Zhou Yue laughed heartily.

As his [Devour] skill cooled down, he swallowed the last surviving Guo Yunwen in one gulp!

The illusionary realm instantly shifted to the results screen—

["Plague" has won!]

"Huh?? How did I win??"

Zhou Qiaoling herself was stunned, then burst into laughter as she patted Zhou Yue's back.

"Hahaha, unlucky bro, thanks for winning this for me! Well, you're strong—I'll give you that!"

"???"

Zhou Yue's vision darkened, and he nearly fainted on the spot.

[Plague] was a member of the demonic faction.

Its skill allowed it to infect one nearby player.

Infected players wouldn't know they were infected, and the plague virus would be cleared after each meeting phase.

[Plague]'s victory condition was for every player in the game to be infected.

He couldn't wrap his head around it—Zhou Qiaoling had been eaten by him right at the start, so how had she managed to infect everyone?

"Oh, I get it now!"

Zhong Yi smacked his forehead as realization struck.

"Zhou Qiaoling probably infected you the moment she saw you, then got eaten by you but didn't die."

"But then you went and ate everyone else… leaving only you alive on the field."

"Which just so happened to meet [Plague]'s victory condition!"

After hearing Zhong Yi's analysis, Zhou Yue burst into tears, howling at the heavens:

"Where is justice??"

"Is there no fairness left in this world…"

"Damn this cursed luck!!!"