Song Kefeng had successfully played a trick on Mo Yang, leaving him feeling delighted. Even if it meant that the Night Stalker’s power was strengthened because of this, he felt it was totally worth it. He would rather they both fail the game and face punishment than see Mo Yang relying on him to clear the levels successfully. Damn, I’ve been annoyed with you since before you got thrown into the prison.
As arch-rivals, Mo Yang had completely figured out Song Kefeng’s intentions. He knew that guy would seize any opportunity to play a trick on him because Mo Yang often gave him a hard time. Since they had both hurt each other, there was no way they could coexist peacefully. They could only manage to play the game together in the Dream World.
Over a dozen people stood in the corridor in silence for quite some time before someone spoke up, “Alright, let’s go back and rest. Tomorrow, we’ll inform everyone about what happened so that they can be mentally prepared.”
Everyone nodded, and by the third day’s breakfast, they found that the total number of people had decreased to eighty. Their faces weren’t as panicked as yesterday, but their expressions still looked grim. After all, this game was all about luck, and most of them had a limit in mind on how long they would last. Being overly alarmed wouldn’t help at all, they needed to stay calm.
“We saw the Night Stalker killer last night,” one of the eighteen players who were forced to play the guessing game spoke up. With a scar on his face, his eyes held a sense of righteousness.
“But we didn’t directly confront him. The system gave us a multiple-choice question to find the real killer. The Night Stalker transformed into the appearance of a player, and everything from his speech to his attitude was identical to the players. It was like the Six-eared Macaque from ‘The Real and Fake Monkey King.’ Moreover, we couldn’t do anything to them; we could only rely on our intuition to judge who was the player and who was the killer.”
Hearing this, the other players were shocked, and someone asked, “Did you succeed?”
Liu Tong shook his head, “No, out of the eighteen of us, only seven guessed correctly, and the other eleven got it wrong. Considering the total number, we failed. The Night Stalker’s power has become stronger.”
Someone frowned, “We weren’t the Night Stalker’s match to begin with, and now he’s even stronger. Does that mean we’ll be wiped out completely?”
Liu Tong didn’t pay attention to the person’s complaints, “I’m just telling everyone what happened last night. I hope you’ll be prepared if you encounter it. Besides, I believe the Night Stalker is someone in this castle, but he can’t act during the day, only at night. So, it should be safe during the day. Although the castle is large, there must be some clues if we look around. After breakfast, let’s explore the castle, but don’t damage anything. Remember, that guy broke a glass yesterday while saying that.”
Some nodded, while others remained silent. Liu Tong didn’t care; he had said what needed to be said, and what they chose to do next was up to them. He was no longer the undercover cop who failed and lost his enthusiasm to contribute to the country and justice. Now, he just wanted to survive and take care of his young nephew in elementary school.
After breakfast, everyone dispersed silently. Some aimlessly wandered around the castle, while others searched for clues.
Mo Yang and Wan Mei also split up to search for information and clues. Mo Yang reminded everyone to inquire about the rest times of various servants in the castle and to look for any special treasures. After all, there were still some valuable hidden items in the game instance. Finding them was a matter of luck, and even though their luck wasn’t great, they couldn’t give up on any ideas.
However, the clues they found on this day made Mo Yang completely feel the game’s endless malice towards them.
He and Wan Mei arrived at the library, where three walls were lined with books. The system, in its annoying manner, informed him that among these ten thousand volumes of books, three were special treasures, and one of them was a necessary item to restrain the Night Stalker’s speed and defeat him. But finding them could only be done by intuition, and each person had only three chances to choose per day.
Mo Yang was dumbfounded and turned to the big boss beside him, “Did you hear that?!” He had just strolled into the library yesterday, and there was no such prompt back then!
Wan Mei calmly nodded.
Mo Yang was about to say something else, but from the nearby art gallery, they heard a player exclaiming in surprise, “Oh my god! Everyone, come over here! I received a prompt that among these one thousand paintings, one of them can neutralize the Night Stalker’s attack power!”
Some players who had been searching nearby quickly rushed over. Mo Yang pulled Wan Mei, who was about to start choosing books and also walked into the art gallery. As expected, they heard a prompt similar to what they heard in the library. However, among these one thousand paintings, each person had only one chance to choose per day.
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At the brink of despair, they saw a glimmer of hope, and the players’ spirits were high. Mo Yang also thought it was somewhat reasonable; the system wasn’t completely ruthless. However, after he made his intuitive choices in both the art gallery and the library, he wanted to take back his previous thoughts.
He relied on intuition four times, and each time the system gloated and said, [Unfortunately, the item you chose has no special properties.]
He was about to burst out laughing sarcastically.
Damn it! What kind of game is this, relying on intuition all the time? Can’t we face it head-on?!
[You are not an opponent of facing it head-on~]
Mo Yang was almost driven to spit blood by anger and turned to Wan Mei, who was engrossed in reading three books on biological medicine, “One day, I swear you will dissect this damn game world system!!”
Wan Mei looked up at his infuriated little dog and let out a light laugh, nodding, “Don’t worry. No problem.”
Mo Yang was finally satisfied, and during lunch, everyone shared their findings. They confirmed that the music room, martial arts gym, meditation observatory, and kitchen in the castle also had similar systems that relied on intuition to find items.
In the music room, they needed to find one of the five hundred pieces of music that could cause a mental attack on the Night Stalker, and it had to be playable on the instruments in the music room.
The martial arts gym had weapons that could seriously injure the Night Stalker, and there were at least one thousand different types of weapons in the gym. The kitchen had a certain type of food that the Night Stalker hated, and the meditation observatory was the evilest one, an hour of meditation could increase intuition accuracy by ten minutes.
Mo Yang felt like laughing at this point. An hour for just ten minutes of increased accuracy? And they didn’t even tell you how much the accuracy would be increased by? Was there any more trashy setting than this?
However, they were in a game world and had no choice. Even though everyone complained, they still had to line up obediently and meditate in the observatory. They discussed the possibility that they could defeat the Night Stalker only if they found all five types of items to counter him—those from the library, art gallery, music room, martial arts gym, and kitchen.
So, in the process of drawing lots, no, finding items based on intuition, the eighty players remained high-spirited after lunch. Although they had more items to find, with eighty of them, surely some had good intuition and luck. After all, it wasn’t possible for everyone to be unlucky, right?
One player, who seemed a bit down, suddenly raised his head proudly and said, “Leave this challenging task to me! I thought my game would be thrilling and difficult, but relying on luck and intuition, I can do it! I once drew seven SSR cards in a ten-card draw! Sometimes, I even find ten or twenty dollars on the street.”
Everyone instantly felt that the figure of this spiritually downtrodden player became grand, and Qi Fu couldn’t help but envy him, “Damn, seven SSRs in a ten-card draw! I’ve only gotten three at most.”
“Haha, but it’s still better than Xiao Junshi and my uncle. Xiao Junshi once drew the most one SSR in a ten-card draw, and my uncle hahaha, he didn’t draw any SSRs in a ten-card draw!”
Mo Yang, who had never played card-drawing games, but had a gamer friend, suddenly felt that when his childhood friend Tang Mian bragged three times in a row about how he had drawn a total of twenty-eight SSR cards in three consecutive ten-card draws and how he had effortlessly obtained all the SSR cards in the game, he should have praised him more instead of being indifferent.
He should have applauded him with a hand over his heart, “You’re truly the luckiest person!”
Really, at this moment, he really wished he could pull Tang Mian in here.
In the real world, Tang Mian, who was playing the game and drawing cards, suddenly shivered all over and pressed down on his trembling finger. Then, in a ten-card draw, he drew five SSRs and clicked his tongue.
“Is Fish Head cursing me again? Every time he talks about me, I can only draw five. Forget it, I have all the new SSRs now, that’s enough! Trash! Just wait for your grandpa, the luckiest one, to send you to the western heavens!”
Mo Yang looked at the weak player being carried away by everyone like the center of the universe, then turned to the small group of people standing on their side. Everyone probably thought of a certain European guy, and their faces didn’t look great.
In the end, Qi Hong sighed, “Well, let’s go. Let’s try our luck and intuition too. Although we’re unlucky, we should maintain the dignity and persistence of non-whales! Maybe, Brother Song’s intuition will be accurate each time?”
Mo Yang’s president almost burst out laughing, “What a joke! These items are meant to counter the Night Stalker; he will definitely avoid them perfectly, not hit them. So, it’s not eighty players looking for items, it’s seventy-nine. He’s entirely useless.”
Song Kefeng felt a bit choked and turned his head, saying, “Are you looking for a beating?”
Mo Yang immediately looked up and confronted him, “Bring it on! I’m not afraid of you!” He was being scolded every day, but he was improving every day! Besides, even if he couldn’t win, he had backup support.
Seeing that they were about to fight, Zhou Api and Qi Hong each pulled one of them away.
“Don’t fight among ourselves at this time. Let’s go find the items. Let’s split into two groups and meet tonight.”
Then, the collective “card-drawing” time began in the afternoon.
Mo Yang walked through all the places where they could find items. With a dark face, he heard countless times, [Unfortunately, the item you chose has no special properties.] Although he had anticipated this, each time he heard it, his mood worsened.
He wanted to see if the player who claimed to have good luck and intuition had any gains. They needed to find five items, and finding just one today would be considered a gain.
However…
Mo Yang had just arrived at the gathering place and heard the previously proud male player in despair, throwing the book in his hand with frustration, “Damn it! Why is it always just one step away every time? Can’t you stop reminding me ‘Hey, you’re only one step away from the item’ when my chances are used up?!!!”
Mo Yang: “…” So you’re not a true luckiest one, at most, a knight of luck.
Other players: “…” They didn’t know if they should envy or pity him; that feeling of having the chance so close, but it slipping away, was even more painful than not having the chance from the beginning.
“No worries! The item is around here! Let’s just go through all the books in this area! We’ll definitely find the right one!!”
A clever player spoke up. However, just as his voice fell, the books in the library started automatically shuffling and changing positions, just like a deck of cards being shuffled!
“Damn it!! Is it so shameless?!”
[Hehe, players, please find items fairly based on intuition and don’t cheat.]
At this moment, Song Kefeng looked at the group of angry players from afar, thinking that their endurance was too low. Even when he drew an item, the system would prompt, [Hey, this is the Night Stalker’s favorite thing!] and he didn’t collapse from anger.
By dinnertime, everyone felt too down to eat.
After tossing around for the whole afternoon, not a single one of them had found an item. Nightfall was approaching, and it seemed like another ten or so people would die tonight?!
Everyone listlessly ate their dinner, thinking about how to get through the night. Many people went to find that lucky player, hoping to share a room with him tonight. Although he hadn’t directly found an item, his intuition and luck were worth holding onto.
Mo Yang propped his chin up and looked over there. He thought about whether he should find an opportunity to get closer to that person when he suddenly noticed that his boyfriend was still holding a book titled “Comprehensive Encyclopedia of Global Species” and reading it.
Mo Yang raised an eyebrow and leaned over, “You’ve been reading this book since this morning, right? According to your reading speed, shouldn’t you have finished it by now?” This was the type of book he could remember completely by flipping through it page by page, the kind of genius that all the poor students hated for their photographic memory.
Wan Mei smiled and raised the corners of her lips, “Guess?”
Mo Yang: “???”
What the hell, have I not had enough of “guess this, choose that, draw this, find that” after entering this game world?!
Author’s Note –
Game: It’s not true luck, just get through it. Don’t expect to find S-tier items.
Pretend Lucky Player: Damn it, I’ve never had such bad luck!!
Tang Mian: Huh? I’m doing fine, feeling like the world is full of love.
Song Kefeng: …Don’t assume that we share the same taste just because I got an item that Night Demon likes.
Wan Mei: Guess if I have the scientific technology to become a luckier player in one second?
Has Wan Mei found the special item? 🤔 Or is there some important clues on the Encyclopedia 👀
Mo Yang is frustrated XD Song Kefeng must be satisfied rn
This kind of game will be a big problem for me who is an undecided person. I would be like “Can I answer none or both?” Or “Decide for me pls”
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Thank you for the chapter ❤️
Song Kefeng, we are in bl book I think it means that Night Demon is your CP partner
Thank you for your translation 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
Seriously 😂😂😂