# Chapter 242: Life-and-Death Nemesis
I compiled the evening's game into text and posted it on the forum for help. Though there were few replies, someone gave me a different perspective.
One person mentioned, "The host might also be a liar," which immediately caught my attention.
I have to say, the power of netizens is endless. I had never thought in that direction before.
After I sorted out the general logical relationships, I used the power of the earthquake to enter the dream again.
Tonight, I was determined to break the curse.
After everyone had finished telling their stories, I knocked on the table and then spoke with confidence: "Everyone, I feel that this 'Human-Sheep' is the liar."
The crowd was indeed frightened by these words, just as I had intended.
"B-but... why?" the tattooed guy asked me blankly.
"Wh-why?" I froze. "What reason do we need? I've already voted for every single one of you, and none of them were right!"
Seeing the confused looks in their eyes, I knew I had said the wrong thing.
They had no memory at all!
What was I thinking?!
So I had the honor, that night, of being elected the "liar" with the highest number of votes.
I probably deserved it.
After waking up, I sorted through my thoughts again. The rules of this game were very strict—everyone had to vote for the "liar" at the same time, and if even one person voted wrong, everyone would die.
So what I should do was push everyone to vote for the same person, preferably the "Human-Sheep," so we could escape the room and I could break the curse.
So I posted for help again. With the help of the vast online community, I finally figured out the rules.
So I reorganized the game logic and entered the room once more.
This time, I still suggested that everyone vote for the "Human-Sheep," and my reasoning was clear: I suspected that everyone's hand cards were all "liars," which meant the "Human-Sheep" had lied when explaining the rules.
He was the original "liar," and everyone was lying because of his lie, so we should vote for him.
I was a genius. It only took me less than a hundred cycles to figure out this answer.
This time, I clearly managed to convince them.
Finally, the thrilling moment of voting arrived!
When I flipped over my paper that read "Human-Sheep," I was brimming with confidence. Then I watched as the cop, the doctor, the lawyer, the gangster, the kindergarten teacher, and the hostess all flipped over their answers—every single one said "Human-Sheep"!
Amazing!
I was about to break free from the curse!
Now there was only one person left in the room—that clean-cut pretty boy. He never said much and seemed to have no opinion of his own. Though I had never liked good-looking people, this time... he was going to be my savior!
I watched as that person slowly flipped over his paper, revealing the words on it.
That was when I realized this guy wasn't a savior—he was a complete moron who couldn't even wipe his own ass.
Written clearly on the paper were three characters: "Chen Junnan," and at the end, he had even drawn a delicate little heart.
"What the hell is 'Chen Junnan'?!" I screamed.
"I am Chen Junnan," the man said with a smile.
What the hell?!
Did this guy even understand the situation right now?!
Did he think he was some kind of celebrity? Who the fuck cared what his name was?!
That night, I was killed again—clean and neat, no dragging it out at all.
Good job.
After waking up, I was furious. I had no mood to do anything else.
This man named Chen Junnan was too stupid. It seemed God was fair—good-looking men had no brains. I needed to find a way to convince him.
From today onward, I decided to use my sincerity to reform an imbecile.
So I prepared a lot of talking points in advance, ready to explain everything clearly when I entered the nightmare this time.
But when night came, after reasoning with him emotionally, spitting everywhere, and trying to reform him for half a day, I still broke down.
Chen Junnan flipped over his paper, and on it was written a bizarre name.
Andy Lau.
This time, there was no little heart at the end, but instead a small smiley face.
I struggled to control my temper, suppressing my voice as I asked, "Chen Junnan, explain this to me... what the hell is 'Andy Lau'?"
"Oh? You don't even know that? Andy Lau is a Hong Kong entertainer," Chen Junnan said with a perfectly innocent look. "I remember he was born in 1962. A triple-threat artist in film, TV, and music. Have you seen 'Infernal Affairs'? In that movie, Andy Lau played..."
"Play your grandpa!" I roared.
I never thought that one day I would die for Andy Lau.
Andy Lau didn't kill me, but I died because of Andy Lau.
Good job.
Chen Junnan, you're something else.
From that point on, I was locked in a battle with this moron Chen Junnan.
My goal became very pure and simple: get Chen Junnan to vote for the Human-Sheep.
But I had no idea what was wrong with this guy. He voted for anyone and everyone—except the Human-Sheep.
Time after time, he flipped over his paper: Aaron Kwok, Leon Lai, Jacky Cheung, Stephen Chow, Chow Yun-fat...
After the Four Heavenly Kings came all sorts of other celebrities, from Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, to the mainland, from domestic to international.
He sure knew a lot of celebrities.
I practically died for every single celebrity, domestic and international.
It wasn't until I saw "Guo Degang" and "Yue Yunpeng" that I finally got it—he was doing this on purpose.
He wasn't stupid at all. Not once had he repeated a name. He was doing it deliberately!
He didn't want me to escape. He was blocking me at every turn!
He was my living, breathing curse!
Why would someone like this exist in the world? Why was he messing with me?
If only I could move, I would find a way to kill him.
Chen Junnan, Chen Junnan... what grudge do we have between us?
Why are you blocking my life?
Escaping this room was completely out of the question now.
After all, with Chen Junnan around, there was no way I could escape.
But waking up on the same day every time—I would go crazy.
After another few dozen cycles, I came up with a good idea to stay sane... I would find something different to do each time.
That way, I could pretend each day was a new day...
After all, I had about a day and a half in reality, so theoretically I could do many things.
During that period, I tried being a game streamer, a shopping streamer, and on a whim, a talent streamer.
Later, I became a forum moderator, and even an online scammer.
Gradually, I realized I was empty.
My days only repeated within this one day, and all these things could only get started—they had no meaning at all.
So... was there a way to make something of mine live on?
Even if I had to die on this same day, could my work survive it?
What could be passed down?