Final

After three days of competition, 12 players successfully advanced to the final round.

It was pretty much as Lu Ze had expected.

Half of them were old acquaintances who often appeared in Zhong Yi's live - stream.

The other half included some disciples from the Tianxuan Sect, a small number of disciples from the Wuji Sword Sect, and two independent cultivators.

The prizes prepared by several core disciples for the competition were very generous.

Among the young - generation cultivators, it was extremely popular.

At first, people participated for the magic treasures or spirit stones, but as they got involved, they became really hooked.

Many even spent a lot of spirit stones on it...

The attention the competition received was unexpected.

At Zhong Yi's request, Lu Ze designed a live - broadcast system for the final round to specifically stream the event.

On the day of the final, Zhou Yue, who had been eliminated early, replaced Zhong Yi as the commentator of the competition.

First, Zhou Yue introduced the relevant information of the final - round players to the audience.

For example, Zhong Yi was the player with the highest total score in the qualifying round.

Shen Yan was a genius in divination among the Tianxuan Sect disciples.

Zhou Qiaoling had incredible luck and advanced inexplicably without doing much...

...

From fellow sect brothers to unknown independent cultivators, Zhou Yue introduced them one by one.

At this time, the bullet - screen comments in the live - stream started to flood.

[Why are you here as a commentator while other core disciples are competing?]

Zhou Yue twitched the corner of his mouth: "What's wrong with being a commentator? I enjoy it!"

He didn't want to mention at all what had happened to him during the competition in the previous three days.

It was simply a disaster!

Ignoring the teasing in the bullet - screen comments, Zhou Yue quickly brought the topic to the most crucial point.

"Besides the above 12 cultivators, we have also specially invited a special player to participate. He is - "

"Lu Ze, the creator of 'The Slaughter of the Demonic Path' and the contemporary master of illusions, a core disciple of the Lingxiao Sect!"

As soon as he said this, the live - stream became even more lively than before.

[What? The Old Demon Lu?]

[Hiss! Is the ancient demon participating in person? Do the others still have a chance to win?]

[Come on! In this illusion, Lu Ze might be the first one to be killed every round...]

[Agreed. If I were on the same side as the Old Demon Lu in the Demonic Path, I'd definitely give him a stab.]

[Even if he doesn't die, he'll be voted out.]

[We were tortured by him before. Now we finally have a chance to get revenge!]

...

Seeing the discussions in the bullet - screen comments, Zhou Yue laughed.

"You fellow cultivators are quite right... But to ensure the fairness of the competition, the organizers have decided to adjust the appearances and voices of the 13 players during the final round so that they can compete on the same stage as strangers to each other."

"However... This mechanism will only last for two rounds."

"After two rounds, the players' appearances and voices will return to normal."

Hearing this setting, the bullet - screen comments showed disappointment.

[What a pity! The chance to kill the Old Demon Lu is gone!]

[Keep a positive attitude. Maybe the Old Demon Lu will be out in the first round?]

[Do you think he's like Core Disciple Zhou?]

[It just means he'll live two more rounds. It doesn't matter.]

[If it were me, I'd go to the ancestral hall to pay respects at the beginning and make a move after two rounds.]

[Is the true orthodoxy of the Demonic Path in the bullet - screen comments?]

[It's a pity you're not participating in the competition, fellow cultivator.]

...

Amid the whispering in the bullet - screen comments, the competition began.

...

...

It was a game for thirteen players.

There were three demonic - path players, two demon - race players, and eight good - aligned players.

[Your identity is: Demonic Path (Curse Master)]

Looking at his identity, Lu Ze let out a sigh of relief.

This met one of the winning conditions of the system mission, the demonic - path identity.

"Luck is on my side," Lu Ze's mouth curved into a slight smile.

The [Curse Master] should be one of the demonic - path occupations with the highest upper limit.

Especially in a disadvantaged situation where the progress was behind, two "bullets" could make up for two rounds of progress.

The biggest problem at present was that he had to win alone.

In the worst - case scenario, he might have to kill his demonic - path teammates.

Lu Ze checked the occupation panel.

The two demon - race players were revealed, namely the [Glutton] and the [Dull Owl].

Three good - aligned players were shown: the [Constable], the [Scout], and the [Avenger].

The revealed demonic - path players were the [Curse Master] and the [Corpse Eater].

"There's a Scout..." Lu Ze glanced at Zhou Yue's nightmare spirit and smiled faintly.

Let his teammates handle the dangerous things.

After all, the other demonic - path player was the [Hall Killer], known as the bane of the [Scout].

They would kill players and gain votes.

He could just reap the benefits.

It was that simple.

Currently, the only thing he needed to do was to blend in with the crowd and figure out the identities of the good - aligned players.

This was his capital to end the game.

It was a pity that all the players who had made it to the final, except for Zhou Qiaoling, were quite capable.

It wouldn't be easy for them to expose their occupation information.

After all, the [Curse Master] was an open - card existence, and everyone was afraid of being assassinated.

But an interesting thing was that when they "trusted each other", they were not only probing each other's occupation information but also trying to guess personal information.

"Are you the Old Demon Lu?"

"Are you the Old Demon Lu?"

"Ridiculous! I'm a disciple of the Tianxuan Sect. How could I be the old demon?"

"Me! I'm the Old Demon Lu!"

"You're full of it. I think you're the [Dull Owl] trying to get voted out!"

...

Seeing this scene, Lu Ze couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

It seemed that he had to end this game before the third - round voting.

Otherwise...

Not even the Heavenly King could stop this kind of chaos.

Lu Ze calculated the number of players.

As long as his two teammates killed one player each round, he would have a great chance of winning.

The [Hall Killer] left no corpses after killing, so he was probably on a killing spree by now...

Just as Lu Ze was feeling smug, suddenly someone rang the wind chime, and everyone gathered in the ancestral hall.

The classic silent start.

"Ugh! I'm possessed by Brother Zhou. What bad luck!"

Player No. 9 was half a beat slower to react. Knowing that he had no chance to defend himself, he simply revealed his identity.

"I'm the [Glutton]. Damn it! My divination today was clearly off!"

Lu Ze was a bit speechless.

Because the [Glutton] had devoured not only a [Scout] but also a teammate, the [Hall Killer] numbered 12!

That meant neither of his teammates had killed anyone, and one of them had been eaten by the [Glutton] and was out of the game.

It was a huge disadvantage right from the start!

After a round of speeches, Player No. 9 was voted out as expected.

There was still one demon - race player left, the [Dull Owl].

There were two demonic - path players and seven good - aligned players remaining.

Looking at the greatly lagging score, Lu Ze took a deep breath:

"It seems I have to step in..."