Mo Shuwan looked up and glanced at the people with weapons, noticing that many eyes were on her. She had never provoked anyone, but she quickly realized that in a world where everyone was a competitor, she, who had been number one for several rounds, was bound to be seen as a thorn in the side by some.

A battle was about to break out. As several people with daggers rushed towards Mo Shuwan, one of the monsters suddenly let out a sharp cry. Mo Shuwan, who had just stood up, turned her head and glanced in that direction.

She patted her forehead helplessly.

How could you possibly think a monster is worried about you...?

Putting aside her strange thoughts, Mo Shuwan took a deep breath and watched the men rushing towards her with fierce eyes, pondering who she should attack first to avoid the attack of those daggers.

Several other unarmed men were also surrounded and attacked by several people. They were of average skill and were quickly stabbed several times, collapsing to the ground covered in blood. Some people were about to finish them off, but they were stopped just before they could do so.

"Everyone, don't act impulsively. Just make them lose their competitiveness. Don't kill anyone. With them at the bottom of the betting pool later, we'll be much safer!"

These words successfully stopped those who wanted to kill. Everyone had a sense of侥幸心理 (a gambler's mentality), believing that as long as someone else was at the bottom, they would be safe.

As people fell on both sides, Mo Shuwan swiftly dodged two incoming daggers and struck one of the people holding the dagger hard with her palm. The dagger fell to the ground, and she immediately bent down to pick it up. While dodging the attack, she grabbed one of the people's trouser legs and pulled hard, causing the person to fall to the ground.

"roar!!!"

The monster's cries grew more urgent. Mo Shuwan, who was being besieged, glanced to the side again and found that the monster making the cries was looking in her direction. This time, she clearly saw worry in the monster's ugly eyes.

Why?

The others who had free hands also surrounded Mo Shuwan, and because of this brief lapse in concentration, Mo Shuwan was stabbed hard in the waist.

The monster's roar seemed sharper and more urgent.

As time passed, fewer and fewer people remained in the room, but the smell of blood grew stronger.

Mo Shuwan had countless injuries, but those who attacked her didn't fare much better; now only eight or nine of them were still standing.

The eight or nine men looked at Mo Shuwan, who was covered in blood, and became somewhat intimidated. She had stood up even when so many people attacked her earlier, but now that there were only a few of them left, could they defeat her?

They remained still, but Mo Shuwan took the initiative to approach them. Just then, a middle-aged man suddenly attacked the person standing in front of him. His move immediately triggered everyone's nerves, and the melee started again. However, this time their target was not Mo Shuwan, but the other people around them.

Soon, only five people remained standing. The game ended, and everyone, whether they were lying on the ground or standing, was forced to sit down in chairs by the rules of the game.

Mo Shuwan leaned forward slightly, her lips pursed, as she leaned against the chair back. The chair back, which she had only been leaning against for less than a second, was already stained with blood.

Congratulations on being the winner of this bet.

Mo Shuwan waited quietly for the dagger to appear. After it appeared, she did not hesitate at all, immediately picked it up and walked towards the strange monster in that direction. The monsters in that direction were silent for a moment, and then they all roared at Mo Shuwan.

Mo Shuwan noticed that only the strange monster and the two monsters beside him remained motionless.

She walked quickly over and stood in front of the monster that was quietly watching her. She glanced at it and noticed that in addition to the wound on its waist, there were several more wounds on other parts of its body. It seemed that someone had chosen it earlier.

Mo Shuwan stared at it for a moment, then suddenly asked in a low voice, "Can you understand us?"

The monster's behavior just now really bothered her. This game was a mix of truth and illusion, and who knew what traps awaited her? So even though it was just a little bit of doubt that drove her to ask that question.

Unfortunately, Mo Shuwan, who was staring intently at the monster, received no response. Instead, the monster beside it cried out. Mo Shuwan sighed, made a small cut on the monster's arm with her dagger, and turned to walk back to her seat.

After she sat down, the second person also walked out with a dagger. Seeing that he had chosen the same monster she had just chosen, Mo Shuwan said coldly, "I don't want anyone to choose the monster I selected."

The person who was about to make a move hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "This is the one I chose first."

"It's mine now."

After hesitating for a moment in front of the monster, the man finally chose the one next to it. He was terrified by the fact that Mo Shuwan had been surrounded by so many people and still managed to beat them so badly that they couldn't even get up. He was also worried that there would be such a bet. Even though he was unwilling, he still chose not to provoke Mo Shuwan.

Since Mo Shuwan had already made her decision, the others naturally didn't choose the monster she had picked.

The game started again, and five rounds followed, all of which were contested rounds. These rounds were like free wins for the top five players. The others were scared of being beaten and didn't want to die, so they would often lie down and admit defeat at the beginning of the game.

'Due to your cheating, the betting game has become extremely unbalanced. A penalty round has now been added.'

Everyone was stunned. Before they could protest, the long table in front of them disappeared, and a series of huge black and white boxes appeared in the center of the room, with numbers from one to twenty irregularly marked inside, in eleven rows.

Punishment Bureau.

The game had clearly told them that they were now in a punishment room. When they saw the black and white squares appear, everyone froze, their eyes filled with terror.

Mo Shuwan was standing at the starting point. She only needed to take one step outward to stand on a grid. Each row had numbers from one to twenty. After waiting for a while without receiving any prompts, she frowned slightly.

Numbers from one to twenty...

Eleven lines...

What exactly does it mean?

The game gave them no hints for a long time, which meant that they had to explore this punishment situation themselves. But it was a punishment situation, and no one dared to step on it lightly. No one knew what terrifying things would happen if they did.

Mo Shuwan didn't dare to act rashly. She took out paper and pen and drew the grids on the paper. After studying them carefully, she found that there was nothing wrong with the grids themselves.

"Eleven lines..."

Just as she was frowning in thought, that weak roar suddenly rang out. Mo Shuwan turned her head to look at the monster in the distance, her brows furrowing even more.

"roar!"

Is it sending me a message?