Jiang Lin, a streetwise thug who grew up rough, lives by one simple motto: as long as I’m alive, that’s good enough. Then a message pops up on his phone: “You have been selected as a Delusion livestreamer. Your broadcast is about to begin.”
Jiang Lin’s tag: “Glitch · SSS Rank.” The System can’t evaluate him, because his very existence is a bug.
His first opponent is Mo Yuan.
Black shirt, black gloves, a smile sharp as a blade. A master fraudster tagged “Con Artist · S Rank.” He joined the livestream not to survive, but to uncover the truth about the fire when he was seven: the blaze that consumed his memories and left his hands covered in scars.
One thug who can see through every lie by instinct. One con artist who weaves flawless schemes through sheer logic.
Their first instance is a late-night diner. Jiang Lin says around a lollipop, “The rules don’t say we can’t order together.” Mo Yuan gets up and walks to the counter beside him. The comments explode: “What kind of heavenly teamwork is this?!”
From then on, the livestream’s popularity soars. Viewers plaster them with tags: “unhinged top,” “thug bottom,” “fated partners.” Enemies whisper in mirrors, hunters surround them on a cruise ship, and the master of the game smirks behind the scenes.
But they only care about two things: staying alive, and... why hasn’t the other one let go of their hand yet?
From testing each other to risking their lives for each other, from fighting alone to deceiving heaven and earth. When the final instance arrives, there is only one rule: “Whatever the master of the game says is the truth.”
Mo Yuan stands before the master of the game and removes his right glove. “You’ve even forgotten your own name. How can anything you say be the truth?”
This time, they aren’t deceiving people. They’re deceiving fate.
