Chapter 17: The Third Floor, There Seems to Be Something Extraordinary!

After finishing the steak, the Chosen Ones felt a surge of vitality.

Their physical strength was also abundant; perhaps this was the nature of the special food in the Weird World.

For 14 of the Chosen Ones, the remaining piece was pure poison.

Accidentally eating it would very likely turn them into a wax statue.

Many people threw the other piece into the cabinet in the security room.

"This might be useful. No, I have to keep it on me."

Rahman, a Chosen One from the land of the pyramids, had also initially planned to discard the toxic meat.

But a thought suddenly occurred to him: the female entity in the exhibition room had said she was very hungry and wanted to eat meat.

Even after turning into a wax statue, she was still hungry and wanted meat.

That proved this meat could perhaps serve as bait or something similar.

It didn't necessarily have to be given to that female entity; other entities might want it too.

When the time came, this piece of meat might just save his life.

So, he sliced the meat up and kept it on him for emergencies.

Rahman was no ordinary Chosen One; it was said that his family had been the guardians of the Pharaohs for generations, and he himself was an expert in archaeology.

He frequently went on expeditions to dangerous places, so his courage, dexterity, and intelligence were quite good.

Rahman was actually a similar type of clearer as Hu Liuxiqi.

The only difference was that one could go openly, while the other could only go stealthily.

There were many other Chosen Ones with similar thoughts to Rahman.

Once prepared, the Chosen Ones walked out of the security room.

However, upon exiting this time, they discovered something was slightly off in the hall.

Because the previous two patrols had required passing through the hall, they had become somewhat familiar with the area.

But during this third patrol, it seemed as though some of the wax statues were missing.

The Chosen Ones who had survived this long possessed excellent senses;

It was impossible for them to believe it was merely an illusion. Sometimes, intuition is vital.

This 4:00 patrol was destined not to be peaceful.

Consequently, most Chosen Ones chose to head to the monitoring room first to observe.

Rahman, the Chosen One from the land of the pyramids, had a key, so he searched the map for places that could be opened.

After all, rewards were bound to help him clear the stage.

Soon, he arrived at the door of the storage room, but for some reason,

Whenever he passed the exhibition room, he always felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

The gaze was fleeting and unstable. Rahman used his phone's selfie function to look behind him.

There seemed to be nothing behind him, which made him uneasy and caused him to quicken his pace.

It wasn't just Rahman; aside from the Chosen One who had returned the wax statue at the exhibition room entrance to its original position and Zhang Yangqing, many others seemed to have the same feeling.

At the entrance of the storage room—the very place where John, the highly popular Chosen One from the United States, had fallen.

The American audience in front of the large screens were all curious about what was inside.

If John had come to this place earlier, maybe nothing would have happened.

There wasn't enough time. This place is in the deepest part of the third floor. John received a call just as he came out; he only had ten minutes. He still needed to find meat and check the nearby monitoring room. How could he have that much time?

True. If he had twenty minutes, John might have been able to grasp all the information here and wouldn't have died.

I don't think so. Look at Rahman from the land of the pyramids; he has already entered the storage room, and there doesn't seem to be an antidote inside.

At this point, the American audience fell silent.

Their thought was that there must be an antidote in the storage room, but John simply hadn't made it in time.

Now it seemed this was a game of luck; if you ate the toxic one, you were certain to die.

Of course, for a normal person, it was a gamble of luck, but for that "inhumane" individual, there was naturally no need to gamble.

The Americans were just unwilling to accept it, finding various excuses to praise John's courage.

Their country was the best at creating such superheroes.

Zhang Yangqing also entered the storage room. Compared to the caution of others, he was quite casual, as if he had walked into his own home.

There were many empty boxes in the storage room, one of which was quite heavy.

Zhang Yangqing took out the box and found a set of wax-wrapped equipment.

A realistic wax-skin mask, realistic wax-skin gloves, and a realistic wax-skin vest.

Seeing this three-piece set, Zhang Yangqing felt nothing, but the other two Chosen Ones were overjoyed.

These items smelled of wax, but the material was very thin and light, making them easy to wear.

"Holy crap, if I'm not mistaken, if I wear this, the wax statues might not attack me."

Rahman analyzed calmly. Since it was a reward, the reward must be related to clearing the stage.

The texture of these items was similar to the wax statues he had touched.

So far, he hadn't seen a scene of a wax statue attacking another wax statue.

Otherwise, with so many entities hidden in the exhibition room, they would have started fighting long ago.

Therefore, he deduced that the wax statues likely only attacked living humans.

They needed something from living humans, and perhaps that "something" was meat!

However, to confirm if this was the case, he decided to find a weird wax statue to test it out. He didn't want to mess up if the function wasn't what he thought.

As for which wax statue to find, he would naturally look for those with low attack power.

But before that, he put the realistic wax skins on himself.

Of the four Chosen Ones who had found keys, two had already put on the realistic wax skins and walked out of the storage room.

The other two hadn't; one was dead and couldn't put them on, and the other was too lazy.

In particular, seeing Zhang Yangqing discard the realistic wax skin back into the box with a look of disdain was a highly dramatic scene.

The Dragon Country audience couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Big Brother says: "Give me this? Who are you looking down on? Give me something harder, please!"

Even if you gave me this set, I wouldn't wear it. I just don't like wearing "skins."

You'd better be talking about the skin suits.

That's exactly what I meant by skin suits. What are you thinking? You didn't think of *that*, did you?

What a coincidence, that's what I was thinking too.

For ordinary clearers, this reward is a treasure, but for Big Brother, it's trash!

With the ability to slaughter entities, why would he need wax skin suits?

Not staying long, Zhang Yangqing also left the storage room.

The storage room was located on the third floor. Walking from the security room near the first-floor entrance to this location at a normal pace would take five minutes.

The route passed through the first-floor hall and exhibition hall, the second-floor exhibition room, the dining room, and the monitoring room, before finally reaching the third floor.

There were two paths on the third floor. Going left, after two turns, one would reach the storage room.

However, this path passed through rooms 3-1 to 3-4. These rooms had no notes on the map, and basically, no Chosen One dared to go in to explore.

Because when someone reached the door of room 3-2, they felt a piercing chill from within.

There seemed to be a thin layer of frost on the door.

It felt like a walk-in freezer.

Or rather, as if something terrifying was frozen inside.