Chapter 792: Rock Paper Scissors

Under the mask, Lin An silently looked back, and a shadow inevitably fell over his heart.

He could tell that the mental state of these Awakened Ones had already gone awry.

If not everyone here were willful Awakened Ones, they probably wouldn't have lasted until now.

This trial... likely has serious problems...

First, the transmission sequence was scrambled, causing some to enter the trial "early" and others later.

Second, the way the mission was announced differed greatly from previous trials.

It seems more like a strange test.

Twenty-seven Awakened Ones are trapped here; during this time they surely considered countless methods, including searching for clues.

But judging by their appearance, they indeed found nothing.

Sitting aside, Fiona also cleared her thoughts and subconsciously moved closer to Lin An.

She felt a chill.

What if... the last person never shows up?

Wouldn't they be doomed to die trapped in this trial?

She lifted her head to look at the numb Awakened Ones around her and suddenly understood them a bit.

Three hours later, a sound of leather boots rang out.

"Hiss..."

"My head hurts..."

Ron kept jogging while constantly rubbing his forehead.

Looking at the dim, gloomy alley around him, he couldn't help but shiver.

"Where are the other trial participants?"

"This scene... surely I'm not the only one, right?"

He muttered two sentences under his breath.

Just as he ran to what seemed to be the house designated by the system, he involuntarily slowed his steps, eyes wary.

Japanese-style building, don't let anything jump out...

He hadn't opened the door yet.

"Swish!"

The wooden door was pulled open.

"Child, you've come..."

Almost at the same time, an old voice slipped into his ears.

At the same time, pairs of burning, excited eyes stared fixedly at him.

And a masked face inside the house also turned toward him.

"Here he comes!"

"We're all here!!"

"Catch him! Don't let him escape!"

Damn!

He was startled.

Ron instantly came to his senses, assumed a fighting stance, and even thought of turning and running.

These people's gazes were as terrifying as wild beasts.

Standing in place, after listening to everyone's account, Ron roughly knew what had happened here.

The Awakened One who arrived first told him that once everyone was gathered, they would have to wait a bit before receiving the start signal for the mission.

Not bad.

Ron was in a good mood.

Given the limit on numbers, it means no one dares to attack anyone else.

Knowing full well that many eyes are on him, the current situation is extremely friendly to him.

Waiting.

He glanced, somewhat surprised, at the masked Lin An, hesitated a moment, and still greeted him.

"Lin An? I never expected to run into you..."

Although, I don't know why.

He always feels a sense of fear and hatred toward Lin An.

Lin An gives him the feeling of a childhood bully who beat him and stole his pocket money.

Damn it, why do I feel this way?

One minute later.

The statue-like old woman suddenly stood up, turned abruptly like a machine, and then gave everyone a kind smile:

"Children."

"Looking at you, it's like seeing my adorable grandson and granddaughter..."

"I'm so lonely... will you all play a childhood game with me?"

Instantly, the system prompt sounded as well:

"Trial Announcement: Trial in Area 7 begins. (Note: This trial's time is fixed; no need to worry about it running too long.)"

"Current mission: survive and advance to the next round of the game."

"Current game: Gesture Command (Rock Paper Scissors). The first to pass gets 20 points, the second 15, and so on."

"Are you participating?"

This is so simple!!?

Unbelievable

When the Awakened Ones present finished hearing the system announcement, several of the Survivors who had waited the longest almost without thinking chose to confirm.

"Confirmed! I'll go first!"

The speaker was a middle-aged man with sunken cheeks, panting heavily.

His neck twisted inch by inch.

The hunchbacked old woman maintained a stiff smile, then turned her head to look at the speaking man:

"Good child..."

"Grandma will let you win... I'll say what I throw... but I won't be too slow..."

"Cough... cough"

After saying that, she grabbed the man's wrist in one swift motion and, like an iron clamp, dragged him toward the nearby storage room.

The man being dragged was first startled, then, enduring the pain, he turned his head to look at the crowd:

"Sorry, everyone."

"I've waited too long... If I don't go out now, I really can't hold on much longer..."

Although he said that, he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

As one of the earliest entrants, he already knew the mission's content, he just hadn't had a chance to start it.

He indeed didn't want to wait any longer, but more than that, he wanted to seize the first-place reward.

He's not an idiot.

During the long wait, he had wondered why this trial was so strange.

Upon careful thought, waiting should also be a kind of trial.

The Awakened Ones who entered first had enough time to think about this simple mission game.

The price is mental torment.

Those who entered last need not wait, but they are also the last to learn of the mission.

Since he had endured the wait without breaking down and still maintained extremely quick mental reactions, it naturally amounted to having passed most of the trial.

In his view, the subsequent mission game was naturally the 'reward' for those who entered first.

"Damn it!"

"He got ahead of us!"

His expression was furious.

Many were also Awakened Ones who had entered first, suppressing the anger in their hearts.

They also knew what the mission's content was.

In fact, they had been just one second away from starting their last mission; they knew the words spoken by the NPC who called herself grandma.

That old lady would say what she was about to throw before she threw it—this damn thing is basically a free point!

Everyone is quick-witted; if you can't even react to this, you might as well go die.

"Bang!"

After the old man dragged the man inside, the storage room's door slammed shut with a bang.

Only a faint light leaked out from beneath the door.

"My dear grandson, as long as you win three times in a row against me, you win..."

"Grandma thinks... I'll throw rock first..."

"I throw... I throw cloth!"

"Child, you've won."

"Cough cough.."

"Grandma this time... I'll throw scissors..."

"Then I'll throw rock!"

Last time.

Inside the cramped storage room, the man stared fixedly at that aged, wrinkled face.

The old man's stiff, rigid smile, in his view, suddenly turned kind.

The final round.

His whole body trembled.

The man nervously gulped, almost fully committing himself.

The old man's speaking speed before making a move was enough for him to react.

20 points; if he isn't greedy, he could even claim the reward and quit the trial!

"Come on, Grandma. Your beloved grandson is still waiting."

The man squeezed out an ugly smile and urged her on.

Opposite him, the old woman nodded blankly, her right hand, like a chicken's claw, slowly extending.

"Well then, this time..."

"I throw..."

"Rock."

As his words fell, the white light leaking from the storage room's door crack suddenly dimmed.

The man didn't have time to think further.

In the darkness, he shouted quickly:

"I throw cloth! I win..."

"Bang!!"

With a loud bang, the door shuddered.

Outside the door.

The numerous Awakened Ones who had been jealous and listening to the commotion all shuddered.

In the narrow door crack, a pool of bright red blood slowly oozed out, spreading and winding.

"Creak—"

The door opened.

In a sea of terror, the stooped old woman, expressionless, dragged the headless corpse out slowly.

"Clack—"

The corpse fell to the ground.

The old man's head turned a full circle.

His cloudy eyes looked at the crowd, as if asking, who is next.

Late at night, the chill was biting.