The birthday man wearing a gray mask looked around at everyone present, confirming that every participant with a letter name tag had arrived. Beside him stood eighteen bunny girls, each holding a tray covered with dark red velvet. Dozens of burly men stood against the wall, making the already not-so-spacious room even more crowded.

"Hurry up and tell me, but what?!" the anxious gambler kept urging.

"Yeah, don't keep me in suspense!"

"Shouldn't the host of this game be a woman? Why did it become a man?"

"I counted, there are twenty-six chairs here, which doesn't match the number of people!"

The frog leader's eyes swept over the chairs in the middle of the room one by one, and he felt that these chairs were very familiar. He looked closely and saw that, wow, except for the numbers engraved on them, they were exactly the same as the chairs in those shops. It seemed that the gray rabbit had not lied to them, but why did she hide this information?

"These chairs..." The evil puppeteer had just said half of his words when he noticed the Siamese cat's sharp gaze. He quickly shut up and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Bourbon naturally knew what the evil puppeteer wanted to say. It was nothing more than that Mingyue's hair had been tied to a chair similar to this one, so how was this game going to be played?

The parrot girl looked around and walked straight to the chair with the number "17" engraved on it. She turned her head to look at chair No. 11 not far away. After thinking for a moment, she sat down on chair No. 17 and fumbled on the armrest for a long time. Her intuition told her that there was a secret hidden in this chair, but she still couldn't find the key and was quite annoyed.

Mingyue stared at the bracelet on the parrot girl's left wrist, watching the bracelet touch the armrest several times, but the metal ring hidden in the chair did not pop out, and the parrot girl was still able to move freely. Mingyue narrowed her eyes and raised a tiny arc at the corner of her lips.

"These chairs are prepared for us." Wearing a white tiger mask, Busujima Kiriko sat on the chair with the number "5" engraved on it. "The twenty-six chairs correspond to the twenty-six people who had letter name tags at the beginning." When saying this, Busujima Kiriko looked at the chair numbered "20", her eyes full of sadness.

The gamblers watching were talking a lot, but apart from the parrot girl and the white tiger Dujima Kiriko, no one else sat on those chairs.

"Sir, these chairs..." The shaggy-haired baboon looked at the bearded Lily, hoping to get the next instruction. However, the bearded Lily pursed her lips and said nothing, but a dark light flashed in her eyes.

The birthday boy walked slowly to the center of the room and stood next to the chair with the number "13" engraved on it. He continued with the previous topic, "But the rules of the game are slightly different. For example, after the music stops, participants who don't sit on the chairs will not be eliminated directly, but will become spectators. As for the music, I believe everyone has already heard it just now."

As soon as these words were spoken, the gamblers who had originally quieted down started to discuss heatedly again.

"What does spectator mean?" the bold gambler asked.

However, the birthday boy did not reply, but continued to introduce: "These 26 chairs will be scattered in any location on the four floors of the cruise ship, so this game will be different from the previous ones, and the venue will not be limited to this room."

Bourbon frowned upon hearing this. At his speed, it would take at least thirty minutes to walk through the entire fourth floor, and that piece of music was only fifteen minutes long. He was afraid that in the first round many participants would not be able to find a chair and would become "spectators". However, what exactly was the meaning of being a "spectator"?

"And the same person cannot sit on the same chair consecutively." The birthday host continued to introduce the rules of the game.

"Then is it okay to just take one interval?"

The birthday boy nodded, "Of course."

Lei, who silently noted down the characteristics of each chair, came to a conclusion after listening: In order not to be a "spectator", everyone must find at least two chairs, which is probably not easy.

"The time is too short!"

"Yes, yes, that's not enough time to walk from the bow to the stern."

Facing the noisy crowd, the birthday boy did not continue to introduce the rules of the game, but waved his hand. The burly man who was originally standing against the wall squeezed the gamblers and walked over. They carried the heavy chairs out in pairs, but chairs No. 5 and No. 17 were not moved because someone was sitting on them.

Looking at the gradually decreasing number of chairs, the parrot girl's heart was pounding. She was anxiously preparing to get up, but her eyes met with the elk housekeeper. After exchanging glances, the parrot girl took a deep breath, crossed her legs, and continued to sit on the chair.

On the other side, the orange pig woman turned around and gave a look to the black-robed believers behind her. Several black-robed believers quickly left the team and followed those burly men, ready to see where the chairs would be placed, but they didn't expect to be stopped at the door.

As the door of Room 4 closed, the 24 chairs disappeared from everyone's sight, and an anxious atmosphere permeated the humid and salty air.

"The first round of the music will be played four times. If you haven't found a chair by the end of the four rounds, you can only be a spectator." The host's eyes swept across the faces of each participant. "After that, the music will only be played once in each round. I hope everyone can find a chair."

As the host finished speaking, almost everyone's eyes fell on the only two remaining chairs in the room.

Suddenly, White Tiger Dudao Kiriko felt as if a thorn in her back. She wanted to stand up, but her limbs did not obey her at all. At this moment, she could only sit stiffly on the chair.

The Parrot Girl's goal is very clear, she has to protect the chair beneath her and ensure that the young lady advances to the competition.

"Why not just sit on any chair? There are plenty of similar chairs out there."

"The chair will confirm the information of the person sitting on it. The game will go on for several rounds until there is only one contestant left on the chair. He or she will be the winner of the game." The birthday boy looked at the chair in the middle of the room that had not been moved away. "After the chair confirms the information, all participants are requested to come back here within fifteen minutes to vote. The participant with the most votes will become the decision-maker of this round. The decision-maker can remove a chair."

"What if there's a tie?"

The birthday boy looked at the gambler who asked the question and answered his question in a rare way: "If the tickets are tied, then we will directly start the next round until the only winner emerges."

“Can spectators also vote?”

“Of course you can vote.” The birthday host waved his hand, and the bunny girl holding a tray walked to the participants with letter name tags. The dark red cover was lifted, revealing a pile of chips in the tray.

"Each participant has 17 chips with their own letters engraved on them. The participant holding the chips of the winner of this round of the game advances, and the participant holding the chips of the winner of this round of the game is eliminated."

Bourbon counted the chips in his hand, and heard the voice of the evil puppeteer in his ears: "At least one person will be eliminated, so does that mean that if you hold more chips, you will not be eliminated?"

"It also depends on whether others are willing to give it to you." Bourbon glanced at the chips in the evil puppeteer's hand.

"I can trade with them, one for one, it's not a loss." The evil puppeteer handed one of his chips to the Siamese cat.

"You can only exchange for seventeen chips. What if you don't get the winner's chips?" Bourbon said this, but still took the chips from the evil puppeteer and handed over one of his own.

The evil puppeteer rolled his eyes and whispered, "I can exchange all of mine. As long as one of you wins, I can advance as well."

"Give me back mine." Bourbon reached out to take it back dissatisfiedly.

"No! Although I'm not going to win, I can help find a chair." The evil puppeteer put the Siamese cat's chips into his arms for fear of losing them.

"In addition, all violence is prohibited in this game. Violators will be eliminated directly and lose the chance to advance." The host looked at the Apocalypse followers shrouded in black robes. "Pushing and harassment are also included. Non-participants who use violence will be eliminated."

The yellow scalper girl's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. If she couldn't use brute force, what would she do if she had to fight with others for the chair? Would she have no chance to show her ability again? Although she thought so in her heart, her eyes unconsciously glanced at the gray rabbit.

Suddenly, a shrill voice came from the gamblers: "If only the winner has his own chips, and he doesn't share the chips with others, does that mean he will be the final winner of the elimination round?"

The host, Shouxing, nodded slightly. "Yes, if it is true as this lady said, the following games will not be held. In theory, who will advance and who will be eliminated will be decided by the participants. Your fate is in your hands. Now I declare the first round of the fourth elimination match to begin."

As the host's birthday boy finished speaking, the cruise ship began to play music. The melodious whistles like birdsong echoed in the cabin along with the piano music, and the door of Room 4 was opened...

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Preview of the next chapter: What choices will everyone make after discovering the secret of the chair?