Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1195: The General's Location and the God Realm

"Click, click, click."

In the huge building that looks like a large auditorium made of cast steel, the sound of nails tapping on the screen echoes, making it seem lonely and empty.

A petite girl with short hair sat cross-legged on the iron throne at the end of the auditorium, her hands rapidly tapping on the tablet on her lap, green data streams flashing in her eyes.

The shape of this throne is very strange, as if it was made of semi-molten steel that was directly solidified. The shape of the edge is quite irregular, and it is integrated with the magnificent and broad steel wall behind the chair back.

If you look closely at the steel wall, you can see that the wall itself is not smooth, and there are many "weapon" sculptures cast inside it.

The styles range from slings in the Stone Age, to swords and spears in the Bronze Age, to swords, spears, shields and halberds in the feudal dynasties, to the most primitive firearms, guns and cannons, and then to bolt-fired firearms, automatic firearms, infantry fighting vehicles, missile vehicles, bombers, battleships...

Every weapon of great significance in the history of human warfare, which has caused countless casualties and turmoil, and brought about changes in the social landscape, is cast on this wall.

The girl's petite body seemed somewhat out of place on top.

However, it was just a dissonance - her body did not seem small because of the grandeur of the surrounding environment.

This body also contains supreme power that seems to make the entire environment submit.

"Xiao Shen, straighten your back a little."

As the door opened silently and words were heard, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut, short but lean and strong, walked in from the heavy main door of the auditorium.

He wore a light green vest and nylon trousers, and a pair of not-too-thick short boots. Although he had a thin, beardless face, short eyebrows, and small eyes, and his face was not heroic or heavy, his expression and posture showed great composure, his body was solid and strong, and his steps were steady and powerful, giving people the impression that he was a steady and reliable elder.

Shen Bingmiao raised her eyes from her seat and curled her lips. "Uncle Du, I don't even have a real spine or erector spinae muscles anymore. What's the point of straightening my back?"

"Of course, sitting up straight makes you more energetic."

The man called Uncle Du walked towards the seat while speaking, holding a red plastic bag in his left hand and gently raising his right hand. A metal table rose from in front of the throne where Shen Bingmiao was sitting.

He placed the round red plastic bag on the table, peeled off the deformed bag, and revealed the beautiful watermelon inside that looked ripe.

Uncle Du pressed his palm on it, and with a "crack", the watermelon split neatly and beautifully. Half of it was intact, and the other half was further split into eight even pieces.

The bright red flesh without any watermelon seeds is so beautiful that it makes people feel sweet in their mouths. The rind is as thin as a fingernail, and there is a layer of fine water droplets on the outside, which shows the icy nature of this watermelon.

Uncle Du placed an iron spoon on the half watermelon and pushed it in front of Shen Bingmiao.

"What a beautiful melon."

Shen Bingmiao praised.

"Well, it's a rare trip back home, and when I passed through the northwest, 'Knight' and 'Baoqin' picked out some local specialties for me, so I picked out a melon to take with me, thinking you'd like it," Uncle Du said slowly. "You're using your brain a lot right now, so eating something sweet can help your mind work faster."

Shen Bingmiao laughed again: "Humanity's tricks don't work on me anymore!"

"It's good to have a psychological effect, and I always feel that I need something to remind myself... Even if I don't count it as much now, I have to remember that I was once a 'human,'" Uncle Du sighed, picking up a piece of watermelon and taking a bite, feeling the juice fill his lips and teeth. "So, how's Xiao Gu doing?"

"We've been able to get in touch, but after all, this [Dragon Trapping] was specially prepared for her, and there are a few annoying guys secretly assisting her... I'm afraid it will take some time to fully crack it," Shen Bingmiao sighed. "South China will never catch up."

"I already know the name of that hidden organization, 'Bronze Furnace,' so they're definitely going to be restless."

Uncle Du shook his head. "It's okay. After all, we still have 'Xia Ke' and 'Teng Snake' here. If it really doesn't work... I'll do it myself."

Shen Bingmiao narrowed her eyes. "The number one general on the list is taking action personally? That would make me feel really safe."

The middle-aged man in front of him, Uncle Du, was the current leader of "Order," the strongest "player" ranked first in the current version, and the only "Level 5" so far...

『General』, Du Tiancheng.

"It's just that, Uncle Du, your opportunities to take action are becoming increasingly rare. If you continue to cause any impact on reality, you might not even have time to bring back the watermelon," Shen Bingmiao reminded him. "The world's will is already strongly rejecting you, right?"

"You can't stay long at home to see your children now."

As Shen Bingmiao spoke, Du Tiancheng shook his head. "There's nothing I can do about it. If I were to worry about these things when I have to take action, I would be letting down the country's past training and expectations of me, and I would be letting down the responsibilities I should shoulder."

"But you, Xiao Shen... you've done something beyond the game's control, something that overly disrupts the 'balance' and 'notarization', haven't you?"

Du Tiancheng looked at Shen Bingmiao, staring at the blurry fingertips that the other person had only just realized and tried to hide.

"Did you reveal any information to him that was supposed to be 'confidential'?"

Shen Bingmiao chuckled softly, "Oh...it's just the personal information of some players who are against him."

"For him, this information could be life-saving."

Du Tiancheng's voice became more serious: "Because of this, the 'cost' is also very high!"

"How much of your 'self-will' do you have left to squander? Do you really want to completely lose yourself and become a puppet?"

"If this continues... I'd rather you shut down the forum!"

Shen Bingmiao shook his head: "Don't worry, Uncle Du, I know my limits."

"I cherish my life and fear death more than anyone else. Even among the 'players' group, I'm the most afraid of death, so... there's no need to worry about that."

"It's just a little harmless loss."

She said this with a smile, put down the tablet in her hand, stepped aside, and jumped off the throne.

"Okay - halftime break, eat watermelon, eat watermelon."

Shen Bingmiao held half a watermelon, cut out the central part, and handed it to the still serious Du Tiancheng with a smile.

"Uncle Du, I know your daughter and I are about the same age. You don't see your daughter much these days, so it's inevitable that you sometimes treat me like your daughter."

"But...Uncle Du, I still hope you realize that I'm a comrade who fought alongside you, so don't worry so much about me."

Du Tiancheng gently pushed Shen Bingmiao's wrist away.

"I do sometimes think about taking better care of you... Although equality is advocated now, you have to understand that I, Uncle Du, am old after all. Some of the views I've followed for half my life are ingrained in my bones and can't be changed in a short time."

"But these have nothing to do with my worry for you, Xiao Shen. It is precisely because I regard you as a 'comrade' that I am so worried about you."

"I've lost many comrades in arms... I don't want to see any more unnecessary sacrifices."

Shen Bingmiao looked at Du Tiancheng, and her smile gradually changed from relaxed to gentle.

"I understand, Uncle Du."

She spoke softly, a rare hint of sadness in her eyes.

"me too."