This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 574 - : Divine Game: Chaotic Restaurant 94

Her gaze swept over the various goods: meat, fruits, vegetables, plants, potions, and... a fully intact Desolate Tribe player.

Behind the stall, two players from different races stood—one from the Fae Tribe, and one from the Time Tribe. Rita vaguely remembered that these two players weren't too powerful. She opened the leaderboard and quickly found them: one was level 7, and the other level 9.

They were both outside of Rita's language system, but fortunately, B8017913 could understand. After asking what she wanted to express, Rita repeated the translation B8017913 provided in Fae. She asked in Fae: "Are there any rules for the stall?"

The Fae Tribe player at level 7 replied, "No bargaining."

Rita then turned to the Time Tribe player, pretending not to understand their language. She used sign language to convey her question, asking the same thing.

The Time Tribe player shook their head and gestured that there were no rules, but spoke in Time language: "If you ask for the price, you must buy."

Upon hearing the translation, Rita gave a relieved expression.

She didn't mind the little trick the Time Tribe player was playing.

Rita repeated the same questions multiple times, sometimes asking the same thing several times. Only when they said, "We've told you all the rules," did Rita stop.

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She had been pretending not to understand Time language. The most interesting part was that every time the Time Tribe player used sign language, their verbal response contradicted it.

The Fae Tribe player was also interesting. Even though they knew Rita could understand Fae language, when Rita asked if they would buy goods, the Fae Tribe player bluntly answered: "If you sell me goods, you need to pay me money in return."

After a few rounds of conversation, an incredibly clear conclusion appeared in front of Rita—what they said could not be lies.

Rita paused for a moment, then suddenly asked: "How many lies can you tell to the same player?"

The Fae Tribe player's gaze became extremely complicated. Their lips pressed together as they hesitated for two seconds before reluctantly answering, "Three times."

The Time Tribe player raised one of their three claws but said "Two" aloud.

Every player had different rules.

Rita casually sat in front of the Fae Tribe player.

"Do you have to answer a customer's questions?"

"Yes."

"Since I came in, how many lies have you told?"

"One."

"How many lies can you tell to the same player?"

"Three."

"Since I came in, how many lies have you told?"

"... Two."

"How many lies can you tell to the same player?"

"Five."

With B8017913's translations, Rita almost interrogated the Fae Tribe player.

The Time Tribe player's eyes went from initial shock to sympathy and relief.

At first, the Fae Tribe player still had the energy to glare at Rita, but by the end of the questioning, they closed their eyes, not wanting to see Rita anymore. By the final question, the Fae Tribe player was lying flat on the ground.

Even when Rita didn't speak and just thought in silence, the Fae Tribe player still murmured something under their breath.

Sometimes, Rita also used sign language to suddenly question the Time Tribe player.

The latter seemed either frightened or confused, but whatever they signed, it exactly matched what they said.

After a quarter of an hour, Rita slowly stood up.

She had gathered a lot of information.

In all the food tents of the Dark Gourmet Street, attack skills were ineffective.

The highest rules for each tent depended on its color.

The highest rule for the white food tents was "Hatred of Lies," but each player had different limits on how many times they could lie to the same person.

The rules for the stalls were set by the stall owner themselves.

The maximum time allowed in the current food tent was only 2 hours.

There was no requirement to order food, but the cheapest dish required 2 units of currency.

And the most important piece of information: the chef in this restaurant was a Light Chef.

She didn't believe all the information from the players, but at least this gave her some clarity.

Rita smiled in satisfaction, then looked up to speak to the chef, only to notice that as soon as she did, every player in the restaurant lowered their heads in fear.

Rita: "Is it that bad?!"

B8017913: "...What do you think?"

The chef here had a low battle power, only level 9, from the Starshine Tribe of The Bicolor World. Unfortunately, neither Rita nor B8017913 knew the language.

Rita returned to the Fae Tribe player: "Do you know Starshine language?"

Fae Tribe: "...I do."

Rita was still uncertain: "If I ask you to translate what the Starshine Tribe chef says, when you relay it to me, will your lie count reset because you're speaking to a new person?"

The Fae Tribe player angrily picked up a purple onion fruit from the stall and threw it hard, as if insulted, and shouted, "Are you paranoid or something?!"

"Will it reset?"

"...Yes."

Rita picked up the onion fruit the Fae Tribe player had thrown and threw it back even harder, yelling, "Who else is to blame for my paranoia?! It's this filthy world!"

Fae Tribe: "..."

Time Tribe laughed.

Rita used the Time Tribe language she had just learned to scold them: "What are you laughing at? Did I ask you?!"

The Time Tribe player's smile froze, their expression turned complex, and they thought, You had a hand in making this world like this.