Published: March 2, 2025
“Kuang Liu, save me...”
“I can’t do it!”
“I want to... I can’t hold on anymore...”
Hearing Wen Yu's “tragic” cry for help, Kuang Liu immediately tightened his grip on the test paper.
“This trial doesn’t allow plagiarism, don’t you remember? If there's any case of plagiarism, both of us will fail the trial directly and will have to wait another hour to start over.”
Wen Yu sighed helplessly.
“I know, but this continuous game of 100 idioms is just ridiculous!!!”
At that moment, the two of them were on the 18th floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.
Moreover, they had clearly discovered that the so-called Demon Suppression Tower was not for suppressing demonic creatures, but rather to suppress “trialists”!
The rewards were scarce, and the combat intensity was low—or rather, there was no combat involved at all!
And the most crucial point was that there was completely no life-threatening danger!
I have to say, guardian no. 1’s calculations were spot on!
This treasure land was simply a prison that wasted time and energy.
“By the way, hasn’t it been almost a whole day since we’ve been here?”
Kuang Liu glanced at his military wristwatch and confirmed.
“It hasn’t even been 12 hours yet. At this rate, we could walk out of the 1,000 floors of the Demon Suppression Tower in less than a month, provided you don’t plagiarize. How did you even learn your elementary school Chinese???”
Hearing the crisp notification of “Due to plagiarism, this challenge has failed. Please continue after one hour,” Kuang Liu couldn’t help but shout at Wen Yu.
Wen Yu was also quite frustrated.
“I’ve never been good at Chinese... so my parents renamed me Wen Yu.”
“Then what was your original name?”
“Do you believe me if I say my original name was Wen Ao Tian?”
“Haha, so you were Brother Ao Tian, I’ve heard a lot about you!”
“Just being polite, just being polite.”
I have to say, having two “martial artists” trapped in this bizarre and annoying treasure land was torturous, to say the least.
Wen Yu was fine, but Kuang Liu was becoming increasingly irritable, especially not knowing what trump cards Lin Haifeng had, while being concerned about the situation outside.
Wen Yu was trying to keep Kuang Liu entertained with jokes, fearing that Kuang Liu’s mental state might break down.
Wen Yu certainly didn’t want to be around a powder keg that could explode at any moment! Especially after learning that the two of them would need to stay together for over a month!
...
Meanwhile, the situation at the Beijing gathering was indeed not optimistic!
Of course, this was only somewhat true.
Just after hanging up the communication with the first sequence, Lin Haifeng walked slowly to the window with a teacup in hand, watching the outer city of the Beijing gathering erupt in flames and explosions, but he remained unfazed.
“First, the disturbances in the outer city should have been triggered when the military’s main forces headed towards Demon City.”
...
“Mobilize the Cult of the Demon Worshippers in the Beijing gathering to immediately disrupt the order of the entire gathering once the military leaves!”
Hearing Peng Jun’s words, a hesitant voice came from the other end of the communicator.
“But, sir, we haven’t managed to develop too many high-status followers; the turmoil might not reach the inner city and center district...”
After thinking for a moment, Peng Jun decisively replied, “The bigger the scene, the better; the outer city is enough!”
“Understood!”
Peng Jun was developing the Cult of the Demon Worshippers right under the military’s nose for this moment!
The so-called Cult of the Demon Worshippers was merely a tool and weapon for Peng Jun!
...
“Notify the remaining military and police to suppress the rioters. The entire Beijing gathering is to enter a state of level one combat readiness. Anyone standing on the streets who is not military personnel is to be executed on the spot!”