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This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 728: Divine Game: Chaotic Blocks 119
Chapter 728: 728: Divine Game: Chaotic Blocks 119
"Current bullets: Foolishness." novelbuddy-cσ๓
So there are other special bullets out there.
A system warning echoed in her ears, reminding her not to linger outside a Month Theme Park for too long.
Rita dismantled her makeshift spider-leg wings crafted from Blocks and stored them, returning to her original form.
There was no need to keep playing the gacha game, but that didn’t mean she was safe.
She shrunk and packed away her secondary gacha machine, shouldered the primary one—loaded with essential items—and stepped into the 15th Month Theme Park.
Only now did she have the energy to check in on her two pets.
Nivalis: "I’m good, don’t worry. I crushed it. What about you?"
B8017913: "My last power bank’s at 25%, but I’ve hidden myself inside a friend’s food cart. Did it go well on your end?"
As she replied to their concerns, Rita piloted her ship through the 15th Month Theme Park gates and found herself flying into what looked like a canyon.
Her vision was flooded with skills—colors even more chaotic than the Blocks.
The public area was more intense than the games themselves.
Dodging a meteor strike with a hard twist of the wheel, Rita zipped through the air, headed toward the marketplace to list her fragment for trade.
But before she made it a hundred meters, a Fat Duck appeared out of nowhere, slamming its wing down on the bow of her ship and forcing it to an abrupt stop.
Rita clutched the wheel, teleported with her ship, reappeared behind the Fat Duck, and stored the ship in her gacha machine.
"What do you want?" she asked.
Fat Duck: "You know. The Dull Game."
It was him. That event bundle.
Their nearly identical beady black eyes locked.
In the very next second, both moved at once—Rita lunging forward, the duck flipping back.
Her buffs were still active, Mysterious Power included, but her evasion was clumsy. The duck wasn’t just fast enough to match her buffed speed—it was throwing borrowed skills from other players at her.
Each attack, drawn from someone else’s arsenal, shaved 0.004% off her health.
"Since last time," said the duck with an eerily calm tone, "we’ve had an update. Our attributes now scale with the opponent. We can also copy any buffs you have."
Rita’s ragged dodge and furious expression seemed to entertain it.
"Hand over the Dull Game," the Fat Duck offered, "and I’ll leave you alone for this game."
The implication was clear: refuse, and you’ll be hunted endlessly, respawning again and again from the starting room.
She hadn’t expected her enemies to come for her so quickly.
"You’re allowed to steal other players’ game items like this?" she demanded.
"I’m not," the Fat Duck answered slowly. "But I can make you give it up willingly."
Because under equal buffs and stats, Foolishness could crush BS-Rita into the ground.
As if to drive the point home, dozens more skills curved mid-air toward her—lightning, fireballs, ice blades, blood mist, shadows—skills from across the Theme Park.
And they came faster than the original casters could manage.
Nearby players, event bundles—everyone froze to watch. Skills had been hijacked from right under them.
"Is that... BS-Rita?"
Inside a food cart, a Gingerbread Man slapped the counter. "Come look! Isn’t that your owner?"
A cube-headed figure peeked out. "Is it? ...Yeah, it is! Ah, she’s getting blasted again."
"What?"
B8017913: "It’s complicated. Long story." I’ll just tell Nivalis.
"What did she do to get hunted like this?"
B8017913: "She’s too good."
The little robot stared. It didn’t want to talk to 913 anymore.
...
In under two minutes, even with Mysterious Power active, Rita had lost half her HP.
She couldn’t keep stalling here. She immediately activated Teletubbie Camouflage and summoned Deep Blue Helm, teleporting out of the 15th Month Theme Park.
She reappeared outside the Ferris wheel in March Theme Park.
Helm dismissed. Camouflage removed.
In just three seconds, she lost over 6,000 mana. After the maze, she only had about 8,000 left.
Rita pulled out Dull Game. The chamber spun. The golden butterfly glided through the air.
She pressed the muzzle to her own head and pulled the trigger—reverting her state.
And at that exact moment, the Fat Duck blurred into view, charging straight at her. A storm of hijacked skills followed.
Thunder, wind, flames, metal screeches—
The air thundered with chaos. And within it, she heard voices—different languages—calling her name.
"That’s BS-Rita?"
"Looks like BS-Rita."
"BS-Rita?!"
No concern. Just awe and disbelief.
Mistblade watched in shock as her own Blood Mist Blade veered off.
Maple Syrup knocked down an opponent, conjured another thunder lance, and aimed it, eyes drifting toward the Ferris wheel.
Pine Bloom, Verdant Whisper, Windrush, Little Seahorse, Lania Kaia, Withered Shade, Orange Mango...
Every player who lost control of their skills looked toward the same spot.
Even Maple Mu and Maple Cang—shielding Maple Burn in a corner—turned to see.
"BS-Rita?!"
The players attacking them froze and pointed. "So you’re not BS-Rita?!"
Maple Mu, who had died five times from mistaken identity: ...makes sense now.
Maple Cang, who died five times defending them: Makes sense now.
Maple Burn, who died three times even with BS-Rita’s dream skill list: Makes sense now.
Maple Mu: "...You think?!"
...
The skills crashed toward her like light and shadow eclipsing the sky.
Her earlier battle with Foolishness had taught her—she couldn’t dodge this barrage.
With Unchanged Fate and Phoenix Seat still on cooldown, her only option was to tank it.
Thanks to her recent rollback, her health sat at 0.684%. It was just enough.
She disappeared under the onslaught.
And burst out the next second, lunging at the Fat Duck with a vicious roundhouse kick—blocked cleanly.
Its relentless pursuit finally made Rita snap.
"Why are you trying to take Dull Game back?" she demanded.
The Fat Duck answered evenly, "Because I don’t like your opportunistic way of doing things. I made that toy. I have the right to choose its owner. Do you accept that answer?"
That confirmed it.
Foolishness.
It didn’t matter to Rita. In fact, she visibly relaxed.
So it wasn’t some new rule forcing him to reclaim it—it was just personal.
Foolishness narrowed its eyes. "Aren’t you curious why I dislike you?"
Perhaps what he meant was: Aren’t you going to explain?
All the while, he kept summoning skills from across the Theme Park, throwing them at her in waves.
Ducking, dodging, Rita suddenly let out a loud laugh.
A god was asking why she wasn’t curious about his opinion.
She sneered. "You’ve already decided I’m a selfish, profit-chasing player. So why should I waste time caring about your emotions or preferences?"
"Should I kneel down and confess just because you disapprove?"
"And what about you, Foolishness? You claim to dislike me—so why are you watching me? Studying me?"
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