Chapter 9: Three Very Special Creatures in the World of Strange Tales!

The Chosen Ones knew that in this world of strange tales, it was impossible for the tasks to be completed so simply.

There were bound to be many obstacles, but this time, it was truly hair-raising.

A guy like this appearing out of nowhere in the middle of the night—who wouldn't be scared?

The Chosen Ones here had basically all watched others clear levels before.

Everyone had summarized their own set of experiences.

As everyone knows, there are three very special types of creatures in the world of strange tales.

They are: the kind-faced old man, the playful and naive child, and the mysterious black cat.

When encountering these three types of creatures, everyone becomes extra cautious.

Because they might help you clear the level, or they might lead you to your death.

It mainly depends on how you treat them, because if they appear in the dungeon, they must have a purpose.

John, the Chosen One from the Eagle Nation, slowly calmed his nerves. He had a bold hypothesis.

Since entering the showroom, he discovered that not all moving wax figures were out to hurt people.

Some moving wax figures were even quite afraid of people.

Perhaps this little boy was the key to this mission?

Thinking of this, John tried his best not to look into the little boy's eyes and braced himself, saying, "Little friend, big brother can play with you, but how about we play a building block game? We’ll take these severed limbs and assemble them completely, just like building blocks."

"That sounds like so much fun! Let's play that."

The little boy seemed very happy. His shrill laughter echoed through the showroom, sounding bone-chilling.

Then, the little boy began to busy himself. He was very strong; he could even move some of the heavier items.

The most terrifying part was that he seemed to know exactly which severed limbs belonged to which wax figure.

It felt as if he were the one who had taken them apart in the first place.

John felt he might have bet on the right thing.

The audience from the Eagle Nation cheered as they saw John’s continuous highlight reel.

Professor John is truly capable. To remain calm in such a situation and make the most correct choice—you simply couldn't find a more perfect Chosen One than him.

Who else but our Eagle Nation's Chosen One could utilize the supernatural to help him at a time like this?

John is truly amazing! When he comes out, we must build a statue for him! He is our hero!

I told you this difficulty was a piece of cake for John. I’m going to sleep; I’ll wait for the strange tales world to give us rewards tomorrow morning.

Most of the Eagle Nation's audience felt a sense of pride as they watched John’s performance.

They even kept clicking on the big screens of other countries' Chosen Ones, watching them make fools of themselves, feeling a sense of superiority.

A few Chosen Ones, operating on the principle that "less trouble is better than more," turned and ran, but the little boy seemed to think they were playing hide-and-seek and kept chasing them, laughing as he ran.

It was hard to tell if the Chosen Ones were scared, but the audience watching the big screens certainly was.

Other Chosen Ones guessed that the little boy might be harmless and useful.

But they weren't as witty as John; instead, they asked the little boy what he wanted to play.

When the little boy said he wanted to play horse-riding, the Chosen Ones had no choice but to get down on their hands and knees like beasts of burden, carrying the little boy forward, hoping he would give them some pointers once he had his fill.

The Eagle Nation's audience looked at this with disdain, their eyes full of contempt.

"You think you're qualified to be Chosen Ones with that level of skill? Go wait for death!"

However, when the Eagle Nation's audience opened the Dragon Nation's big screen, they were dumbfounded. What is he doing?!

When Zhang Yangqing arrived at Area D of the showroom, the little boy also tugged at his pants and asked to play a game with him.

At this point, the Dragon Nation's audience felt their hearts jump into their throats.

Because the audience knew that their Chosen One would definitely not play by the rules; he might just kick the little boy away.

Other Chosen Ones might not dare to, but with this guy, it was hard to say.

But Zhang Yangqing was unexpectedly unexpected, as always.

Facing the little boy's pitiful request, Zhang Yangqing directly scolded, "Get lost."

Seeing that Zhang Yangqing wouldn't play with him, the little boy burst into tears.

I don't know if you've ever heard a child cry, especially a child who can walk—the crying is truly deafening.

Walking down the street, you can hear that kind of shrill wailing for an entire block.

The glass in Area B seemed about to shatter from the little boy's crying.

Moreover, his voice seemed to resonate with other strange entities in the showroom.

Strange movements seemed to be starting in the showroom.

This situation was something the audience had not anticipated.

No wonder they say that in strange tale dungeons, playful and naive children have high lethality.

The Dragon Nation's audience was anxious, some even begging Zhang Yangqing to hurry up and coax the child, or apologize to him.

They felt that their Chosen One had finally made it this far, and he couldn't just die over such a small matter.

No matter how powerful this Chosen One was, there were so many wax figures here; how long could he keep fighting?

Besides, if he hit a real wax figure, he would fail immediately and be done for.

Even the Dragon Nation's expert team felt Zhang Yangqing's approach was too extreme. Why argue with a child? Just go along with him.

Look at the Eagle Nation next door; they were already using the child to complete the mission.

Just as everyone was panicking, Zhang Yangqing barked, "Stop crying!"

The child kept wailing, crying even harder.

Then, a thunderous shout echoed throughout the showroom, like that of a deity.

"I'm counting to three!"

Before he even started counting, the crying stopped abruptly.

Along with the cessation of the crying, the commotion in the showroom also stopped.

Whether they were intimidated by Zhang Yangqing or affected by the child's crying, it was unclear.

Soon, the child left the area, looking aggrieved, and seemed to return to his own spot.

Zhang Yangqing didn't care about any of that. Don't think I'll spoil you just because you're a child. When dealing with a brat, you can't give in; the more you give in, the more they push their luck.

Seeing the showroom return to normal, the audience was stunned. This works too?

Asking for a friend, what does "Lao Zi Shu Dao Shan" mean? Is it some kind of mantra?

It's not a mantra. "Lao Zi Shu Dao Shan" is a 5A-level scenic spot in our Bashu region.

That's right, I'm from Bashu, I can prove what he said is true, I swear on my life.

Really? I haven't read much, don't lie to me!

Although I don't understand what he's saying, after hearing that sentence, I felt an inexplicable sense of oppression even through the screen.

The Dragon Nation side breathed a sigh of relief, but in front of the big screens of other countries, the audience looked miserable.

John, the Chosen One from the Eagle Nation, was undoubtedly the fastest to 'complete' the wax figure assembly task.

Because the little boy was tirelessly helping him assemble them, as if he were playing.

In contrast, other Chosen Ones were still playing games with the little boy, exhausted to the point of death, and they had no idea how much longer the little boy would want to play.

The most absurd case was Zhang Yangqing. This guy just took one look and left. In the eyes of the audience, he seemed to have given up on the reward, or perhaps he had other plans.

However, as John finished assembling, he discovered a major problem.

He had painstakingly assembled seven wax figures and completed 99% of the parts, but there was one single missing detail.

Details like fingers, toes, or noses were always missing just a little bit, and that tiny bit made it impossible to complete the task, meaning he couldn't get the reward.

In strange tale dungeons, getting rewards often increases the clearance rate.

John had tried moving parts from other incomplete wax figures in Area D to fill the gaps, but he still couldn't complete the task.

This meant he had to find the original parts.

So, John said to the little boy in a flattering tone, "Little friend, these blocks seem to be missing something. Did you hide them?"

The little boy said aggrievedly, "Big brother, if I remember correctly, when these block toys were brought over, they didn't have the things you're talking about. I've already assembled them exactly as they were."

The little boy didn't look like he was lying; he looked more like he was feeling wronged after being suspected.

This news hit John's head like a bolt of lightning.

He understood now: Area D was a trap. This was clearly a pile of defective trash, which is why it was dumped here.

Why didn't you say so earlier! Does this mean I've been working for nothing?

John was annoyed. He felt that when he finished the first one, he should have thought of this. Damn it!

And among all the Chosen Ones, Zhang Yangqing was the only one who hadn't wasted any time.