After The Night Stalker was thoroughly disgusted and left due to the concerted efforts of the players, although they felt physically uncomfortable, they were mentally refreshed and brightened.
Who would be willing to be killed without any resistance? Most people here had the personality of wanting to drag the murderer down with them even if they died. Even those who were timid and afraid would seize any opportunity to fight back.
After enduring a night of the nauseating smell, the sixty-four players in the hall, with dark circles under their eyes, went to freshen up. Some players decided to rely on their intuition and luck to find the items and then catch up on their sleep. Although the night was tough and they couldn’t sleep well, having survived and kept their lives was already an achievement. If they had no other choice, they could endure the remaining six days and five nights like this.
However, this idea was shattered when they found the sixteen players who had chosen to rest in their rooms had all died tragically. The sight was horrifying.
“…Isn’t it supposed to be safer in the rooms, according to the butler? Why did all sixteen of them die, and in such a gruesome manner?”
“The butler also said that it wouldn’t be safe if they happened to pick the room favored by The Night Stalker.”
“But these sixteen people slept in three different rooms! Are all three rooms favored by The Night Stalker or something?!”
Others fell silent.
At this point, no one could delude themselves any longer. The game itself was not a safe place, and even seemingly secure rooms could be like entering The Night Stalker’s own room. There was no point in thinking about enduring the remaining six days and five nights. The most important thing was to find the items that could counter The Night Stalker’s powers and then unite to kill him.
The remaining sixty-four players quietly looked at the bloody scenes of the three rooms for a while before turning away to search for items in the study, gallery, and martial arts gym. Mo Yang and his group also acted separately. Although Mo Yang had seen such gruesome scenes before, he still disliked them every time.
Perhaps the silent anger and frustration of everyone activated some intuitive attribute. By noon, two players excitedly announced that they had found the two crucial items in the study and gallery, which boosted everyone’s morale.
The player with the intuitive luck who was always one step away from the important items proudly held up the painting in his hand, covered with dense, oddly-colored chicks that looked nothing like a serious painting, and said, “I knew at first glance that this painting must be special! Look at these fierce and different expressions of the little chicks, they are definitely the nemesis of The Night Stalker!”
Mo Yang turned his head to look at it and immediately felt his eyes hurt, so he turned back. “Maybe The Night Stalker has trypophobia? So, when he sees this painting, he can’t muster any strength.” The painting was filled with so many densely packed multicolored chicks with black bean-like eyes that it made him dizzy.
The one who was one step away from being the lucky one: “…” Can’t you say something nice? Although this painting is unique, maybe The Night Stalker has color phobia?
It seemed like the mood would be dampened, but a female player who found an item, a book, quickly spoke up and introduced the book in her hand, “According to the system’s translation, the title of this book is ‘I Love the World.’ At first, I thought it was a novel, but after flipping through the pages, it seems to be a collection of long poems.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t understand the content as it’s not automatically translated by the system. I’m not sure about how to use this book. Should I hold it against The Night Stalker and let him see the cover to restrict his movement speed?”
The one who was one step away from being the lucky one interjected, “I don’t think so. The painting is meant for him to look at, but maybe there’s something in the book’s content that he fears?”
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The female player blushed and her heart skipped a beat upon seeing Qi Hong’s handsome appearance, and without any hesitation, she handed the book to him. Qi Hong had intended to show off in front of his nephew and the strategist with glasses, but as soon as he saw the characters in the book, his lips twitched, and he forced a polite smile, “It’s a pity, this isn’t French or Russian.”
Almost all the male players snickered in their hearts. Haha, you’re pretending to be cool.
Afterward, there were players who claimed to know Japanese, German, and even Arabic and Indian languages. Even Mo Yang couldn’t help but marvel at how well-hidden the talents of the remaining players were, but unfortunately, it didn’t help much. No one recognized the writing on the book.
Until a pair of pale hands took the book and confidently opened the first page, revealing an unfamiliar yet exquisite font.
[I love this world,
Even as it heads towards eternal night.
Within the darkness, there are still stars,
Guiding us with unwavering determination.]
[I love this world,
Perhaps it is heading towards death,
But that indomitable spirit,
Still shines as brightly as stars.]
The voice was deep and melodic as if the most beautiful cello played. When this voice recited the lines of the poem, it gave people a sense of solemnity, determination, and unbending will.
The players in the hall were stunned for a while, then they regained their senses and looked at Wan Mei in disbelief.
It was as if they were seeing this man, dressed in a white outer robe with a calm expression, for the first time. At this moment, they felt an immense sense of his strength and wisdom.
Mo Yang, representing the puzzled players, asked the question that all of them had in their hearts, “No way, how do you know this language? Is it some rare language on Earth?”
Wan Mei closed the book and shook his head. “No, this should be the common language of this planet. I noticed that most of the books in the study have this type of writing, so I looked up some dictionaries and used them to find out the pronunciation, writing rules, and grammar of their language. Well, I can understand simple poems.”
All the underachievers in the hall: “…” Kneeling to the scholar. He’s been in this game for just four days and already learned a foreign language?! I’m not good at studying, don’t lie to me!!
Besides, is it so easy to learn a foreign language just by looking at a large dictionary?! What do you mean by “simple poems”?! Don’t you know that translating poetry is the most challenging thing? It requires both eloquence and fidelity!
Song Kefeng looked at this dissecting abnormal doctor with a complicated expression, feeling a mixture of emotions. During his school days, foreign languages were his worst subject. Such people were really detestable, just like that Mo Yang who refused to go to jail!
Qi Hong, the tall, rich, and handsome player, looked at the worshipped Wan Mei who could make everyone kneel with just a glance, and then looked at Mo Yang, who could easily receive NPC gifts and reminders. Suddenly, he sighed and turned to his strategist, “Why do I feel like my style has diminished after meeting them?”
Then Qi Hong saw Xiao Junshi casually push his glasses and confidently said, “Hmm, it means that if this were a book, those two are the real protagonists. At most, you are a high-level supporting character. So, after encountering them, you won’t be able to show off anymore.”
Qi Hong took a deep breath, covering his heart as if it was broken, “But I thought I was the protagonist.”
Xiao Junshi was about to comfort this old hooligan when he saw Qi Hong’s next move. With a flattering smile, he walked up to Mo Yang and patted his shoulder, “Brother, you guys are awesome! Let’s keep in touch so that we can support you!” Those who didn’t follow the protagonist closely might end up as cannon fodder.
Mo Yang: “???”
Why did this person suddenly lose his mind?
However, with Wan Mei’s guidance, Mo Yang suggested that the players memorize the first few lines of the poem.
“Since this book is an item that can restrict The Night Stalker’s speed, he must be sensitive to its content. The Night Stalker is not stupid, and maybe when he comes back tonight, he will cover his nose, and our odor attack might not work. However, he won’t know to cover his ears! So, comrades, memorize the poem! When the time comes, we will recite it together with determination, just like yesterday, and make him flee in fear!”
Everyone felt that Mo Yang’s words made a lot of sense and began to memorize the poem. The scene of everyone sitting together, holding various cheat sheets, and reciting the poem was reminiscent of a high school final exam early morning self-study.
Amidst the recitations, there were also some complaints.
“Damn it, I haven’t memorized poems for hundreds of years. Sigh, what’s the third paragraph again?”
“…Never thought I would have to memorize poems in a game even after skipping the college entrance exam. Damn it, don’t give me a test world; I’d rather kill myself in there.”
“When I was chasing my girlfriend, I never had to memorize poems, but now I’m memorizing them for a serial killer. Ugh. I must beat him up tonight.”
While everyone was eating and reciting, Wan Mei suddenly spoke again: “I will pay a high price to buy The Night Stalker’s body parts, including hair, nails, and blood, for 1500 Dream Coins each time.”
Everyone reciting stopped in unison while eating their meals.
Wait, big bro, you said the same thing yesterday! And wasn’t it 1000 Dream Coins yesterday?
Wan Mei nodded, “I’m serious.”
Everyone: “…” Okay, we get it. If we have the chance, we’ll definitely get you your nails, hair, blood, and fur!
Then, on the fourth night, the remaining sixty-four players stayed in the hall together, each holding a cheat sheet of “I Love This World” in their left hand and tightly clutching foul-smelling rotten fish, stinky socks, stinky tofu, cheap perfume, and other items in their right hand, fully prepared to welcome The Night Stalker’s arrival.
The Night Stalker’s figure leaped through the snowy night, his face filled with a sinister smile. He had decided that he needed to kill more than a dozen people tonight to vent the anger he had from being nauseated all night yesterday. He came prepared! He clipped his own nose shut! He would only breathe through his mouth and wouldn’t smell any of those disgusting odors!!
Then, with his trademark laughter, The Night Stalker broke into the castle. When he saw these people still holding those foul-smelling things from yesterday, he burst into a shrill laughter: “I have a nose clip!”
And then, he lunged towards the closest group of people—Song Kefeng, Mo Yang, Qi Hong, and Liu Tong—who were standing at the forefront.
His speed was like lightning, but it only flashed for a second because the next second, he heard the remaining sixty people in the hall reciting the poem in unison, their voices thundering in his ears— “I, love this world!!!”
In the blink of an eye, The Night Stalker slipped and stumbled.
Damn it!!! Why was there this disgusting voice attack too!!!
Author’s note –
The Night Stalker: Damn it! Can you humans ever be normal??
Humans: We love this world!! We no longer have ominous premonitions!
The Night Stalker: Damn it, now I have them!!
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Lol lol lol 😂
I’m dying wtf 🤣 “I love the world” 🤣