Chapter 795: Multiple Logic

He lost his soul and spirit.

The living room returned to silence.

Inside the dilapidated house, the cold wind that blew in brought a chill, and it seemed to extinguish everyone's hope.

Each returned to their place.

Several Awakened Ones stared blankly at the ceiling.

The old wiring was tangled like a spiderweb.

As the earliest entrants to the trial, their emotions were already somewhat broken.

After agonizing waiting came two consecutive failures.

Clearly, the plan deduced by the blond-haired man was so clear and reasonable.

They couldn't even find a loophole.

But the sliced-open corpse, like a split lip, mocked them.

Even the blond-haired man never spoke his name before he died.

"What on earth..."

"Ho-ah!!"

Grabbing their hair, the Awakened Ones seated around the table painfully pondered the correct answer.

Their thoughts twisted like a poisonous snake, coiling and tangling upon themselves.

Facing the wall, Ajiasi, who once wanted to team up with Lin An, actually began to pray.

"My Lord Christ... bless me..."

"I want to go back... my child cannot be without a father..."

"Please grant me wisdom..."

Wept bitterly.

Everyone present was a will-awakened individual, but strong will does not mean everyone possesses extraordinary thought and logic.

Quite the opposite.

Many people actually just have greater mental strength, or rather, their talent leans toward skill release.

For example, Ajiasi, in reality, was merely the rescue team captain of the Safe Zone.

He only knows Holy Light Technique; his rank and strength rely entirely on being carried up by powerful Awakened Ones.

Relying on his healing ability, in the Apocalypse, aside from encountering fear during the early disaster, he later faced no danger.

"I can't take it anymore!"

"I can't wait any longer!"

Amidst murmurs, a dark-skinned middle-aged person's face twisted.

He weakly rose to his feet and rushed straight to Guipo.

Having been inside too long, his body grew ever weaker.

Thought requires physical stamina; under extreme fatigue, a person loses reason and thinking ability.

Amidst the crowd's either pitying or numb gaze, he panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot:

"Come on! I'm not afraid of you!"

"Squeak—"

Being dragged into the storage room, he looked mad, repeatedly muttering words.

"It must be that the first two people made mistakes!"

"They die only if they lose; winning means no death; a tie means no death!"

"Rock-paper-scissors... rock-paper-scissors..."

"I won't make a mistake! I'm a surgeon, I won't make a mistake!"

Leaning against Lin An, Fei'ouna gave a bitter smile as she watched the man being dragged into the storage room.

It was obvious that this Awakened One had lost his sanity.

She glanced sideways at Lin An, only to see that Lin An still kept his eyes closed.

For some unknown reason.

Accustomed to Lin An's near-invincible, continually shocking performance, Lin An at this moment made her feel an inexplicable pang of heartache.

Lin An, are you too tired?

Or is this mission simply too difficult...

Indeed, after participating in four consecutive rounds of trials, the pressure is truly immense.

Especially since Lin An still has to face the final deathmatch.

Just thinking about it, Fei'ouna could feel enormous pressure.

"Bang!"

The door was shut tight.

"Grandma... wants to throw cloth..."

"I throw cloth!"

"Grandma... wants to throw scissors..."

"I throw rock!"

"Grandma... wants to throw cloth..."

"I throw..."

The final sound was drowned out by the violent crushing noise.

Bang!!

The huge sound shook dust from the ceiling onto the floor.

Creak—

The door opened.

The old man bent over and mechanically peeled off the corpse, squeezed into a pulp, like a fresco.

Plop.

Holding a puddle of deformed blood-mud, the ghost hag revealed a kind smile.

Grandma wants... to come out stone...

I throw! Scissors!

Boom!

In the living room, everyone numb listened to the pounding sound that rang again from the storeroom.

The sixth person.

The Awakened One who had just entered tried to discard all speculation and lashed out randomly.

He thought all the information given by the system were traps.

The ending is obvious.

Didn't survive a single round.

The corpse with its skull smashed was casually thrown in the center of the hall.

Grandma piled up the corpses as if displaying her prey.

A long deathly silence.

After who knows how long, time seemed meaningless, a thin, somewhat weak middle-aged man suddenly jumped to his feet:

Is it that cloth can't beat stone?!

Maybe we misunderstood the rules?

Everyone, we can't keep decaying!

We must get out alive!

Trying to cheer everyone up, the middle-aged man looked at the crowd with excitement, but his condition was clearly not normal either.

Impossible!

If the rules were wrong, we would have died in the first two rounds!

Even if we say the third round's rules are wrong, a tie would still die—how to explain?!

Like throwing a stone into dead water, several Awakened Ones simultaneously retorted.

Just then.

In a team of three Awakened Ones, a boy who looked Asian rubbed his chin and suddenly spoke:

Actually, I have an idea.

But it wasn't complete before.

He, who had never spoken before, instantly drew everyone's attention.

You haven't noticed? The ghost hag (old lady) always kills in the third round, which means the first two rounds are fine.

The deceased indeed won.

He smiled.

It's obvious you all made a mistake.

That is, you overlooked the repetitiveness of the ghost hag's moves.

In the first round, the ghost hag's order of moves was rock, scissors, rock.

In the second round, the order was rock, scissors, scissors.

The third round is...

His eyes showed thought, the boy's tone frivolous, he slowly said:

The ghost hag repeats her move every third round, truly the most obvious hint.

You couldn't even think of that, your logic is terrible.

Among the crowd, most people didn't understand what the boy meant to express.

Hearing that mocking tone, already emotionally unstable, many Awakened Ones glared:

Winding around! What exactly are you trying to say?!

So what about repetition? Does repeating mean death?!

The boy raised his eyebrows, showing an exaggerated expression:

Tsk, you actually got lucky against this idiot.

Without waiting for the other to speak, he spoke rapidly:

As everyone knows, the system likes to give false hints and lots of traps.

Obviously, the blond-haired man earlier seemed smart, but actually he's just a fool with a single-layered brain.

The correct path to survival given by the system is exactly what I just said.

Looks like lose means die, win means die, tie also means die; this mission is an unsolvable deadlock.

But!

His voice rose, the boy completely indifferent to provoking everyone's anger with his words.

In his view, smart people don't need the approval of idiots.

The key is here!