The Endless Game: Olivia's Trials

Chapter1: First Judgment - Real combat

These non-fatal surface injuries didn't heal despite triggering the rules.

Olivia leaned against the doorframe watching with great satisfaction, cheerfully giving Eric a thumbs up: "Although you came a bit late, you're still a good teammate."

Saint monk or not, at least his kindness had limits, she could tolerate that.

By this time, Glasses and Tattoo from the second floor had also heard the commotion and came to watch from the lobby.

Seeing them all there, the beaten mustached man finally found some courage again. He crawled out of the bathroom, pointing at Olivia: "She, she just killed another person! Yesterday's death was because of her, and today she killed again. She must definitely be the ghost! And this Eric, don't let his good looks fool you - he loses all reason when he sees a woman, taking her side without distinguishing right from wrong!"

Olivia leaned against the doorframe and whistled at them.

Glasses looked at her, saw the blood on her cheeks and the red knife in her hand, and quickly lowered his head without a word.

But Tattoo was perceptive, sneering: "I think you guys were trying to g**g up to kill someone and steal their stuff, right? Did you target her just because she came downstairs, or did you think she'd be the easiest to bully?"

The mustached man became flustered, his eyes darting around as he stammered without being able to say anything.

The bald man was even quieter, keeping his head down as he walked out of the bathroom toward his own room.

Olivia tilted her head to look at him, then burst out laughing "pfft."

—He still had half a shoe print on his face from Eric's kick, looking as ridiculous as a clown.

Being laughed at like this, he couldn't muster any spirit to respond, silently keeping his head down as he entered his room.

"You haven't used the bathroom yet, right?" Eric grabbed the corpse's arm to drag it out, frowning as he said: "There's blood all over the floor inside, and the door is broken. You go ahead and use it, I'll clean up afterwards."

Olivia didn't stand on ceremony, went in to use the toilet, and washed the blood off her hands and knife.

When she opened the door to come out, Eric looked at her and then smiled: "You still have blood on your face."

She raised her hand to wipe it, and sure enough, there was some on the back of her hand.

Just as she was about to go back in to find a piece of mirror to check, Eric had already reached out and wiped her cheek several times.

His movements were neither too light nor too heavy, very careful and thorough.

"There, it's mostly clean now, just wash this spot with water and it'll be fine."

He advised: "Be careful not to let water flow into your mouth, it'll be trouble if you drink it accidentally."

Olivia looked up at him, narrowing her eyes as she asked: "Are you this nice to everyone?"

Eric was taken aback, then smiled and said: "You can ask the two who just got beaten up."

She also smiled, turned back to wash her face clean, then went upstairs first.

A moment later, someone knocked on her door. She went over with her knife, first asked who it was, and only opened the door halfway after learning it was Eric.

He didn't intend to come in either, standing outside the door asking softly: "Are you okay?"

Olivia was somewhat surprised: "I'm fine, why?"

He smiled: "That's good then."

After pausing for two seconds, he said: "This was your first time killing someone, I thought you might be scared or something."

"What's there to be scared of? I didn't kill people before because I didn't want to go to prison, not because I didn't dare to kill. Besides, I didn't kill anyone - isn't this just a virtual game?"

As for whether people who die in the game are actually executed... well, she's not the one activating the poison needle bracelets anyway.

Olivia grinned: "But, you just believe that I didn't kill that stupid classmate?"

"Mm, I know." Eric said vaguely, "Since you're okay I'll head back to my room now. The bathroom door lock can't be fixed - if you need to use it, remember to call me, I'll help guard the door."

Olivia thought about that scene and couldn't help but laugh: "Bathroom door god?"

Eric: "..."

Olivia got serious: "Okay, let me ask something serious - how do you know about my case, and why do you believe I didn't kill anyone? Do you have some evidence?"

Eric touched his nose: "I can't tell you that, but... if you want to get out alive, the only way is to collect enough pardon tickets. As for overturning the case, that's impossible now."

Olivia hissed: "I really, really hate people like you who speak so unclearly, makes me want to kill you!"

"Why are you like a cat, getting bristled up at everything?"

He smiled with utmost gentleness: "I really can't tell you about this, but I'll help you as much as I can. We'll leave 'Hell' alive together."

"Hell" was everyone's name for this building where they were undergoing trial.

Help her? Why? Did he do something to wrong her? Perhaps, was he the actual killer?

Olivia stared at him for a while, really unable to see through his true thoughts. After all, he was an award-winning actor, his facial expressions were controlled to perfection.

She sneered dismissively: "Who knows who'll end up helping who."

Eric immediately corrected himself: "Yes, I misspoke - we'll help each other."

After exchanging a few more meaningless words, he returned to his room.

Olivia also went into her room, killing time reading bullet comments for the rest of the day.

Early the next morning, not long after the daybreak announcement, she heard voices and knocking in the hallway.

She went to her door to listen and found that someone seemed to be knocking on Eric's door.

Listening carefully, it turned out to be the mustached man and his group.

Glasses and the other two hadn't had a drop of water for over two days. The first day was manageable, with only dry mouth and fatigue. But yesterday, the symptoms had noticeably worsened.

They experienced varying degrees of dizziness, their lips cracked from dryness, and their throats felt like they were on fire. Even speaking became laborious.

Except for Glasses, the other three didn't believe Eric would willingly share water. They worried that by the third day, their condition would be so severe they wouldn't even have the strength to fight for water - they'd just have to wait for death.

Combined with the ghost factor, they couldn't contain themselves yesterday and decided to take action.

Unfortunately, the outcome wasn't favorable.

By today, their symptoms had become even more severe.

Headaches, exhaustion, unsteady feet, and signs they might faint at any moment.

If they couldn't get water soon, even if they survived today, they probably wouldn't make it through tomorrow.

So, despite yesterday's unpleasant incident, they found themselves at Eric's door today.

Glasses stood at the front, looking back at the two behind him, his hand hovering uncertainly before knocking.

Mustache glared at him, hissing in a low voice: "Hurry up, do you want to die of thirst?"

Glasses pressed his lips together, took a deep breath, then turned back and finally knocked.

Eric's voice quickly came from inside: "Who is it?"

Licking his blood-cracked lips, Glasses replied in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Eric, um... you said the day before yesterday that if we were still alive in two days, you'd share some water with us? Today's the third day, can we have some now?"

Mustache quickly chimed in: "Yes, Mr. Eric, we really can't hold on anymore. We're dizzy, weak - if we don't get water soon, we might not survive!"

Olivia scratched her bangs and quietly opened her door to peek out, seeing Baldy was there too.