Killer Order Guild, Lounge.

The Inquisitor of the Gods was lying paralyzed on the sofa, drinking water frantically. Next to him was a man who looked like he was about to be sunburned. At his feet were a pile of bottles of mineral water, physical recovery agents, and mental recovery agents that had been drained.

"It's really hot in the desert dungeon." A person sitting on the far left was roasted until his cheeks turned red. He held a bottle to his chest with lifeless eyes and muttered to himself, "The game pool also banned the store. Even water can't be bought. I thought I was going to die of thirst in this dungeon."

"We were careless." The God-Defying Judge rubbed his brows. "We didn't expect to be trapped. We didn't coordinate well enough, and most importantly, we didn't bring enough supplies."

The man suddenly sat up straight, looked around, and asked curiously, "What's going on? Why hasn't Hei Tao come back yet? Usually he would be waiting for us to play games in the lounge. Where is he today?"

"I bought a lot of strong acid fuel and entered the Ice Age dungeon." The God-rebellious Judge said, he smiled, "I'm working on the [true end] line."

The man next to him understood immediately and became paralyzed again. He looked up and sighed inexplicably: "It's been so many times, and he still hasn't given up?"

The God-Defying Judge shook his head, seeming to find it funny: "I don't know, it's happened quite a few times. Every time I see an Ice Age poster before entering the game pool, Spade will take a second look. I feel like if someone loses focus and doesn't catch us, Spade will probably jump in and run away."

"He has already reached the normal end of Ice Age." The man was puzzled. "Doesn't Spade stop looking at games he has won?"

"What on earth is so attractive about the [true end] line of this game? Isn't it just a corpse collection mission? Why does he have to go there every day? Does he have to get it?"

Nishen raised his head and drank another bottle of mineral water, and heaved a sigh of relief as if he had been nourished. "I remember that in Ice Age, Spade was always only one piece short of collecting corpses. I remember that the piece missing seemed to be the heart. I searched for it many times but couldn't find it."

"Anyway, you know Spade's personality. If he can't find it, he'll keep looking. Let him be. This is a chance for him to hone his character."

The man bit the bottle mouth with a complicated expression and said vaguely: "Heitao's character still needs to be tempered, so don't you want me to go back to the furnace and be retrained?"

The inquisitor of the gods held the bottle in his hand, his expression calm.

The man also fell silent.

This statement crossed the line a bit - Nishen was the tactician in control of the overall situation, and it was not the turn of any team member to question his decision.

It may be because he has been here for too short a time and his temper is not very sharp. His personality and behavior are far from being as extreme as other tacticians. He blends in with the team so seamlessly that the team members often forget that he is a tactician.

But a tactician is a tactician after all, and he would not allow his teammates to offend him like this.

The man hesitated and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Nishen waved his hand nonchalantly, smiled tolerantly, and skipped over this unpleasant topic. "You have been working with Hei Tao for a year. Can you tell me which game of his left the deepest impression on you?"

This kind of routine conversation was not the first time. After Spades was unable to integrate into the team smoothly, Nishen would occasionally pull other teammates aside to have heart-to-heart talks and ask them what they thought of Spades.

The man held the bottle in his hand like Winnie the Pooh and fell into deep thought: "Actually, every game left a deep impression on me, but the one that left the deepest impression on me is the one against Russell Cemetery."

Nishen recalled for a moment and quickly continued: "Ah, that fight was terrible."

The man nodded with a lingering fear: "It was more than terrible, it was the most horrible match last year. At the end of the match, I thought we were going to be wiped out."

The match between Russell Cemetery and Killer Sequence was a round of 16.

At that time, Spade's strength was already prominent, and all parties were inquiring about this new player of unknown origin. However, the most abrupt guild among these inquiring guilds was Russell Cemetery - this guild tried every means to dig out the secrets of Spade and tried to find his weaknesses.

Russell Cemetery was the 12th ranked guild the year before last, but this team is different from other famous teams. It has no star players and is not very strong. Every year the team members are replaced by new and nervous faces, and there seems to be nothing memorable about them.

Of course, this is not entirely true. The only memorable feature of the Russell Cemetery team is that they like to give up in single and double matches. Therefore, Russell Cemetery is also called the "Double Cannon Team", which means that they do nothing after entering the field and surrender twice to empty the field.

However, this team's team play style is surprisingly stable. They can always make a stunning debut in certain battles, winning with one strike, and even defeating star teams.

Last year's Killer Sequence almost failed in front of Russell Cemetery.

In that match, Spade almost died - Russell Cemetery found a player with skills that could restrict Spade based on his fighting style, and let this player temporarily serve as a tactician in the match against the Killer Sequence.

——This is a skill that is used in a rather cruel way.

As soon as the game started, the Russell team exploded quickly. They captured one of their own players and killed him as a sacrifice.

Through this sacrifice, Russell's tactician forcibly activated his skill, turning the land under Spade's feet into a large quagmire - this was his skill.

This quagmire can render all attacks of a player ineffective, and can also slowly kill the player by devouring him. It can be said to be a skill that works all the time. The only drawback is that the cost of using it is too high - one needs to sacrifice a teammate to activate the skill.

The stronger the player being devoured, the slower the quagmire will devour him.

Spade held on for seven days in the game with the negative buff of the quagmire that prevented him from attacking. He changed his role from [attack] to [shield], wearing down the opponent so much that he had no power to fight back, and even trapped the opponent in a game impact map.

But finally the time came when the quagmire was about to swallow up all the spades.

Spade's half face was stuck in the quagmire. His teammates tried every possible way to get him out. They knelt beside the dangerous quagmire and desperately dug him out with their bare hands, while fighting against the opponents who came to attack them.

At that time, the ferocious expressions on the faces of every member of the Killer Sequence Squad were unforgettable to the audience.

Fierceness, rage, fear, and terror intertwined together, filled with a strong emotion that could not be expressed in words. Thick tears flowed across their twisted faces, and a low, crazy roar erupted from their Adam's apples - it was a pure fear of the impending "death".

Each of them knew very well that if Spade died here, they would definitely lose the game.

But Spade was not so terrified. He just looked at these people calmly. The quagmire swallowed him up bit by bit, and he said, "You can run now."

But still no one ran away. Some people howled heart-wrenchingly and fought with their opponents like crazy.

Spades still won that game.

The teammates collectively exploded in fear and resisted Russell's attacking line of soldiers. After one of them exploded, he cut off the opponent's tactician's arms, disarmed him and prevented him from using his staff, and then released the quagmire skill that trapped Spade.

The spade that can attack is unbeatable, so victory comes as a matter of course.

In that match, when Spade, holding a whip, crawled out of the bottomless swamp bathed in mud and blood, the whole audience was boiling. They stood up and screamed and cheered for Spade, the devil who seemed to have crawled out of the abyss.

He was covered in mud from head to toe. The seven-day-long tug-of-war had left Spade's body covered in all kinds of filth and horrific wounds. Several broken bones were exposed outside the skin, sticking out sharply, and mud and blood mixed with solidified blood hung on the bones.

Even with such a ruthless attitude, no one doubted that the final victory would belong to this ruthless gang.

Ten minutes later, Spade stood in front of the defeated team kneeling on the ground. He looked calm, holding a bloody whip in his hand. The core prop of the game, symbolizing victory, was held in his right hand, and mud was dripping from his chin and knuckles.

The team at Russell Cemetery was trembling, and these rookies who were playing for the first time were crying and begging for mercy incoherently.

Spade, who was also a newcomer, looked at them in silence. In between was the distance between winners and losers, the chasm between life and death.

This is a game of life and death. They have done everything they can to plot against Spade, and Spade can also kill them to vent his anger.

The audience cheered excitedly, and someone screamed at the top of his lungs: "Kill them!"

"—Kill them!"

The members of the Russell Cemetery team closed their eyes in despair. They paid the price of others' lives for victory, but in the end they had to pay with their own lives for failure.

They thought they were going to die. Everyone thought they were going to die.

Finally Spade asked them a question.

Spade's eyes were covered by his mud-covered forehead. He spoke: "You inflicted death on your teammates, and our teammates tried their best to avoid my death, all because of the fear of death."

"But when you put your life in the hands of others." Spade looked down at the group of people, his eyes hidden under his hair without any emotion, "Can't you see that your fate of death is also tied to you?"

The group looked up at Spade in silence.

Spade waited quietly for the answer.

So the tactician whose arms were cut off raised his head and answered bitterly: "...It's not like that. If one of us dies, we can all survive. This is our tactic, and it is effective. Didn't you fall for it at the beginning, even if you were Spade?"

"This can protect more team members! One death can save so many people!" He chattered on and on, explaining excitedly with tears in his eyes, not knowing whether he was trying to convince others or himself.

When he finished speaking, Spade nodded calmly as if he had received an answer: "I understand. You cannot see your own destiny."

"I won't kill you. You have your own destiny. Your death does not belong here, nor is it granted by me." Spade continued calmly, "You will die in your own mud."

The tactician looked at Spade in astonishment as he turned and left, tears in his eyes.

Spade didn't kill them in the end.

But not long after, when the Russell Cemetery team was preparing to repeat the same trick to commemorate their teammates in the next league game, they were killed by the enemy team first.

The tactician drowned in the mud skill he was about to use.

After recalling the match, the man couldn't help but sigh: "I have never understood what was going on in Spades' mind since then. If it were me, I would have killed those people in a rage."

"But I think it's because of this." The man looked at the God-defying Judge and said from the bottom of his heart, "Spade finally realized the importance of the team, so he recruited you this year."

The God-Resisting Judge pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "In fact, I also asked Spade why he chose me to be your tactician."

The man asked curiously, "How did he answer?"

The God-Defying Judge smiled and said, "He said, I see your destiny is to be my tactician and then die on the field."

The man snorted: "He said that right in front of you?! This is too..."

Threatening someone with death in front of the prophet... You're just like me, Spade!

"Let me correct you. My skill is not prophecy. It's called [Listen to God's Words]." The Anti-God Judge shrugged. "Sometimes I can't tell whether he is the prophet or I am the prophet. This guy's intuition is so accurate that it's almost better than prophecy."

"For example, the Ice Age instance, we've all been there before. The derivative of the unknown creature X that can turn into a human is actually quite troublesome. Even for me, it's hard to tell who's the real person and who's the monster. Even though we have pretty good abilities, we still have trouble making any progress in this instance because we can't find the right target to attack."

The God-Defying Judge looked at the team member sitting opposite him and said, "But do you remember how Spade cleared this dungeon when he was with us?"

The team member muttered to himself: "As soon as he entered, he killed all the copies except us..."

The God-Defying Judge nodded. "Yes, Spade quickly found Edmund hiding in Fang Xiaoxiao's body as soon as he entered. After killing him, he stopped his plot to use the particle device to affect the global climate, and thus completed the main mission of global warming."

"This is the normal end of this game." The God-Defying Judge spread his hands. "From the time we entered the game to the time we found Spade next to a pile of cloned corpses, it took him less than thirty minutes to complete the game."

"Aren't you curious? How can this guy so easily distinguish who is a human and who is a monster? The monsters in this game are so anthropomorphic that we, the players, even doubt whether we are real or fake."

The man also stroked his chin in thought and asked in confusion: "Yes, how did you identify the spades?"

"I asked him." The God-rebellious Judge showed a bit of helplessness on his face, "Do you know what he said to me?"

The man asked, "How did he respond to you?"

The God-rebellious Inquisitor sighed deeply: "Intuition - he identified it purely by intuition."

"As much as I hate to admit that his intuition is so powerful, Spade never lies." The God-Defying Judge sighed, "But this makes things even more troublesome. If Spade wants to integrate into the team, he must trust my tactics instead of his intuition."

"But if his intuition is so accurate, I have no way and no confidence to persuade Spade to give up his intuition and let him obey my tactical arrangements."

The man frowned when he heard this: "Is there any way for us to follow Spade's intuition?"

"I thought about it." Nishen Judgment took a deep breath, "But it's useless. Spade has no way to accurately express his intuition to us. His intuition is usually a momentary feeling. If we try to catch it, he will have run eight hundred miles away from us by the time we react."

This person seemed to have recalled the miserable life of chasing Spades in the game. He lay on the table with no desire to live, and his tone became miserable: "————We are left here to search for it."

"It's mainly a communication problem. Spades starts to get distracted after just a few words with us. I can't attract his attention even if I play the gongs and drums." The God-Resisting Inquisitor wrinkled his features in sorrow. He rested his head on his hands with his eyes wide open. "-- Can someone come and teach Spades some tips, so that he can learn how to communicate with others..."

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In-game, next to the Ross Ice Shelf.

After packing his things, Spade tied his luggage to the sled, tied the safety rope around his waist and dragged it forward. He lowered his head and took out the map that he had placed inside his sled jacket. He used his eyes to confirm the next destination on the map that was wrinkled by the wind.

After going to the buoy point in the Ross Sea, Spade went to dozens of other points. Now he had cleared out most of the places on the map, leaving only a few.

Finally, his eyes swept across the map and landed on the South Pole inland, and then he slowly exhaled a breath of white air.

Edmund's Observation Station.

He remembered that this seemed to be the place where he and the player named Bai Liu logged in together.

After confirming the target, Spade pulled out the whip on his waist, adjusted the skis fixed on his feet, then leaned forward with his knees slightly bent, his eyes piercing through the never-ending snowstorm, locked onto a certain direction, and then swung his arms left and right to poke the snow.

The whip swung and hit the ground, raising a thick layer of white snow around him. Spade used the whip as a snowball stick, using the huge reaction force of the rapid swing of the whip to slide quickly on the snow, almost becoming an orange-red lightning on the vast ground.

If the inquisitor of rebellion were here, he would yell at Spade not to use such an expensive whip as a sled dog, but to use the force of the whip to pull the sled!

But he wasn't there.

So Spade, wearing black goggles, bent his waist, swung the whip left and right, glided smoothly, and soon disappeared in the sweeping snow and wind.

Taishan Station.

Bai Liu and his team only stayed briefly at Taishan Station, then took advantage of the situation to sneak out, stole a helicopter parked outside, and flew away in the helicopter before anyone at Taishan Station noticed them.

The wind was howling outside the helicopter. Flying a plane in such weather with visibility no more than 30 meters is like dancing on a pole on the sickle of death. The plane could be destroyed and people could die at any time.

But as a driver, Tang Erda could not disobey Bai Liu's orders - their tactician's eyes were now shining, with an excited look as if he was about to pick up a hundred million. Even his breathing was slightly quickened, and his slender fingers grasping the back of his driver's seat were clenched and turned white.

"Where are you going?!" Tang Erda asked in a roar.

Bai Liu replied, "Edmund Observatory."