The man in the white coat listened to this answer, then gave the woman a cold glance, his eyes still filled with suspicion.

After all, in this kind of environment, the woman was far too calm.

Would a normal person, faced with this kind of kidnapping, calmly say what she just did?

At this moment, a strong young man in a black T-shirt spoke up: “Goat Head, why are there ten people here, but you say there are nine?”

Goat Head remained silent and did not answer immediately.

“Damn it, I don’t care how many people are here…” the tattooed man cursed, bracing himself on the table as if to stand up, only to find his legs limp and powerless. He could only continue pointing at Goat Head and said, “You idiot, I advise you to be sensible. You might not know how serious the consequences are for messing with me. I really will kill you.”

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the men present grew increasingly serious. At this moment, they did need someone to take the lead. If they could subdue this Goat Head together, the situation would still be under control.

But everyone realized that their legs felt as if something had been injected into them—they were completely powerless.

So the tattooed man could only threaten Goat Head with words, shouting and cursing loudly.

Ashley Carter didn’t speak. He reached out and gently stroked his chin, staring at the clock on the table, deep in thought.

Things didn’t seem as simple as they appeared.

He knew that what Goat Head said was “nine participants.” If there were ten people here, it could only mean that one of them was not a participant.

So who was it?

There were six men and four women in the room. Could it be that one of them was the “kidnapper”?

Goat Head stopped talking and slowly walked over to Ashley Carter, standing behind a young man.

Everyone followed his gaze and saw that the young man before them was different from everyone else present. Although his face was also dirty, it was lit up with a blissful smile.

Goat Head slowly raised his palm and placed it on the back of the young man’s head.

The young man’s smile grew even more bizarre. He looked at everyone with excitement, as if he had known something all along.

With a dull thud, the goat-headed man slammed the young man’s head hard onto the table.

Pinkish-white matter splattered across the tabletop like spilled paint, instantly spreading out, and everyone’s face was flecked with blood.

The young man’s skull was actually smashed to pieces on the table.

Outside the room, the distant sound of a bell rang out once again.

Ashley Carter was very close to the dead man. He felt an unknown object stick to his face—warm and sticky.

He thought his psychological endurance was strong enough, but he hadn’t expected to start trembling at this moment.

The girl sitting to the right of the dead man froze for three seconds, then her face twisted and she let out a piercing scream.

This scream shattered everyone’s psychological defenses.

To be able to smash the hardest human skull on a table with his bare hands—was this Goat Head even “human”?

How could his thin body unleash such terrifying strength?

Goat Head slowly spoke: “The reason I prepared ten people was to use one of you to make the rest quiet down.”

Chapter 2: Lying

The woman’s scream stopped, and everyone’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

The men who had just been shouting and cursing also fell silent.

Now, it was no longer a matter of “breaking the law”—this freak in front of them would really kill.

After more than a minute of silence, Goat Head finally nodded slightly: “Very good, nine of you. It seems you’ve all quieted down.”

Everyone’s faces changed, but no one dared to speak. Just as he said, now there really were “nine.”

Ashley Carter reached out with a trembling hand and removed a piece of pale yellow matter from his face.

The shattered brain matter was still warm, still twitching slightly, but after a few seconds, it lost all vitality like a deflated ball.

“Now, allow me to introduce myself…” Goat Head extended his blood-soaked finger, pointed at his own mask, and said, “I am the ‘Human Goat,’ and you are the ‘participants.’”

Everyone was stunned, then a bit confused—“Human Goat,” “participants”?

“Gathering you all here is to have you participate in a game, to ultimately create a ‘god.’” Goat Head said calmly.

These two sentences in a row made everyone frown.

After these few minutes together, everyone had more or less realized that the man before them was a madman. But this madman claimed he was going to create a “god”?

“Create… what god?” the strong young man asked nervously.

“A god like ‘Nüwa’!” Goat Head gestured wildly as he spoke, exuding a goaty stench, his voice tinged with ferocity. “How wonderful! You will witness history with me. Once, Nüwa created humanity, but turned into a rainbow while patching the sky… We cannot lose Nüwa, so we must create a Nüwa! There is a great mission waiting for the ‘god’ to accomplish!”

His voice grew more and more excited, as if he were on a stimulant.