Chapter 794: Draw

The 9 golden‑haired man heard the voice and gave a cold look; before he could retort, the Awakened One who first raised the question, in a friendly manner, spoke for him:

Laughing to death.

What kind of question is this?

Golden… sir can think of such a perfect, system‑style approach.

Naturally there is a solution.

Besides that, not losing is correct, but we just need a few more draws!

Whatever the old hag puts out, we put out the same!

After saying that, the skinny man moved close to the golden‑haired man, indicating his willingness to "lean on" him.

The golden‑haired man glanced sideways at the person who spoke for him, silently nodding in his heart.

That's right.

Not only does a draw buy time, I'll later run an experiment for everyone to see how long is best to drag it out!

He let out a cold laugh.

Unlike some freaks with poor logic who can't find a solution and only ask stupid questions to nitpick!

Exactly!

Well said!

Everyone listening to the golden‑haired man's words lavished praise without reserve.

After all, what he did was indeed spot‑on.

If it really succeeds, everyone will have to thank him.

The formation was instantly pulled out.

The big‑headed man looked around, hearing the golden‑haired man's mockery of him, and dared not speak again.

He lowered his large, bald head, a flash of malice passing in his eyes.

Lin An, did you hear what that person said?

Fiona shifted her butt, leaning against Lin An and sitting a bit closer.

At night the temperature was very low, her constitution dropped, and she inevitably felt a bit cold.

I feel his train of thought is very clear.

We… shouldn't we go for the second spot?

In the private chat channel, the girl asked cautiously, afraid to disturb Lin An, who was eyes closed in thought.

For some reason, she always felt Lin An's behavior was a bit odd, as if he cared nothing for the mission.

Moreover, given her understanding of Lin An, she absolutely does not believe he has no plan at all.

Could it be that he's just too tired?

No reply.

Sitting cross‑legged on the ground, Lin An seemed asleep, silent and speechless.

Grandma…

Bending forward to face the old hag, the golden‑haired man forced a bright, warm smile onto his face, as if truly facing his elder, and spoke softly:

You must be lonely; I'm willing to keep you company and play a game.

Having said that, he nervously gazed at those cloudy eyes.

Afraid his wording might be inappropriate.

Behind him, the Awakened Ones, including Fiona, all stared fixedly at the golden‑haired man's back.

The act was performed very thoroughly.

One has to say, this person almost completely immersed himself in the role.

Creak—

He slowly rose.

The old hag suddenly lifted her head, then grabbed the man's arm in one grip; her face, like a changing program, showed a stiff smile.

Good child.

As if following a preset program, she stood up, then precisely like a machine, pulled the man and strode toward the storage room.

Grandma, I'll let you…

His voice was hoarse.

Unlike the previous exchange, this instantly made the golden‑haired man feel excited.

The old hag's response changed! My judgment was indeed correct!

Unlike his outward calm, his heart was now pounding wildly.

Joy, a strong sense of victory.

Even the pain from his wrist being gripped felt a bit lighter.

Bang!

The storage room door slammed shut, and everyone stared fixedly at that green‑painted door.

Standing by the living‑room wall, Agassi focused his ears on the sounds from inside the door, his body trembling slightly.

He couldn't think of a way to break the stalemate, but after hearing the golden‑haired man's idea, he felt it was absolutely correct.

He didn't care about coming first; he only cared whether he could scrape together a few points.

But with his full attention, in his peripheral vision he caught sight of the masked Lin An, seemingly asleep.

He was stunned.

This guy, how could he have seemed so formidable at first, only to turn into an idiot later?

He hadn't even finished thinking.

The conversation in the storeroom began.

"Grandma wanted to throw... stone..."

"Ah... I threw... oops... I threw stone too."

Feigning a childish tone, the blond man stared fixedly at that wrinkled hand.

It's a fist, it's stone!

Exactly!

Earlier he had been worrying whether the hag's words counted, whether she wouldn't throw stone.

Even though the first deceased had confirmed this, he still felt somewhat worried.

"Cough cough... it's a tie..."

While coughing, the old man stared blankly at his face, his tone devoid of any emotion.

"Grandma wanted to throw... scissors.."

"Then I'll throw... ah! I accidentally threw scissors too!"

"Grandma, we're tied again..."

His tone held some regret, but inside he was overjoyed.

The blond man took a deep breath, and his originally trembling hand relaxed.

This round was still a tie.

As expected, the old man would still praise himself.

Although, the hag's expression when she spoke was somehow eerie.

Just like a dead corpse opening its mouth to voice resentment.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

The blond man could hardly restrain his smile.

He is an Awakened One of the Norway War Zone, belonging to a sub-war zone under the European War Major War Zone.

Among the Will Awakened Ones in the war zone, he too counts as outstanding.

He has absolute confidence in his thinking ability and logic.

Indeed, as long as he carefully pondered each hint from the system, avoiding traps, any mission would have a chance.

Behind that seemingly unsolvable difficulty lay a hidden glimmer of hope.

This role‑playing approach is logically flawless!

It perfectly matches all the hints the system gave!

Outside the door.

Most Awakened Ones listened enviously to the sounds inside the door, regretting they hadn't thought of this first.

Actually, some of them had also thought of a similar approach, only to be preempted by the blond man.

"The third round is about to start, right?"

"I don't know if Sir Blond will continue tying or win a round then tie."

Taking up the conversation, the thin man who had initially been friendly spoke up, suddenly sounding clever:

"Surely win one round, tie a few times—that's the safest."

"Who knows how long that old lady will make us keep her company."

Everyone nodded, some glancing at him in surprise.

But an Asian‑looking person, apparently an Awakened One from the Korean War Zone, suddenly snorted coldly at Lin An:

"Some people look like they've given up..."

His gaze was wary.

But his inner hatred still made him unable to help mocking.

Anyway, in the Will Trial everyone becomes ordinary, unable to even use mental power.

In reality, it only tests thinking ability.

He didn't even fear angering Lin An, and... knowing part of the life‑and‑death situation, in his heart Lin An was already a dead man.

"He was quite talkative when he first arrived, but when faced with a real mission he went dumb."

His tone was contemptuous, drawing many gazes toward Lin An.

Indeed, Lin An's performance and his fame seem disproportionate.

Standing beside Lin An, Fiona opened her mouth to help explain something to him, but realized she couldn't say much.

Her personality isn't suited to arguing with people.

"Stop arguing! Listen to the noise inside!"

The gunpowder stopped.

Everyone came to their senses and hurriedly kept listening to the sounds inside the door.

"Grandma... wanted to throw scissors..."

The voltage was unstable, the lights flickered.

"Grandma, I too..."

Inside the storeroom, the blond man flashed a appeasing smile, then extended two fingers.

The next second.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

A shrill scream, as if piercing the iron door and tearing through the night.

Unimaginable, what kind of pain it is. Let a strong-willed Awakened Ones scream like a madman.

The sound of scissors grinding meat rang out from the painful wails.

Chunks of meat fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

The storeroom door opened.

The old man, wearing a kind smile, dragged out a corpse cut open at the head, walking hunched.

"Really... a good child..."

The smell of blood assailed the nostrils.

On that head, as if split open, a terrified eye protruded.

"Ke-ke..."

Teeth chattered.

The Awakened Ones who had been speaking for the blond man looked at the old man as if looking at a ghost.

Fear spread.

Dark red blood slowly trickled from the fingertips, thin and withered like chicken claws.

Drip, drip.