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Chapter 319: Invasion of the Brain Cells (19)
Chapter 319: Invasion of the Brain Cells (19)
"Actually, these three women aren't that sharp", Mo Jing remarked. "You could just tell a few lies and flatter them a bit to pass."
"I hate pandering to women", Feng Bu Jue replied with a frown. "Besides, these are characters I ten points despise. There's no way I'd say anything nice to them."
"You'd risk your life over such a trivial reason?" Mo Jing asked.
"I'm not like you", Feng Bu Jue smirked. "I know you'd lie through your teeth when threatened." He pulled out a pipe wrench and raised it high toward the mirror. "Tell me! Who's the handsomest person in the world?"
Mo Jing's lips twitched. "I think there's some misunderstanding between us..."
"You dare say it's not me?" Feng Bu Jue glared, raising his voice for intimidation.
"Firstly, your intimidation is pointless", Mo Jing replied. "Even if you smash this mirror, it won't harm my true form. Secondly... back then, the Queen did intimidate me, and I reluctantly lied. At least she was the second most beautiful woman in the world. But you..."
"Oh, so I'm naturally the top heartthrob without needing threats, huh?" Feng Bu Jue mused, stroking his chin.
"It seems our misunderstanding is deepening..." Mo Jing broke into a cold sweat.
"Relax, I was joking", Feng Bu Jue chuckled. "Man, you've got no sense of humor."
"Your humor has no limits, you know..."
Feng Bu Jue shrugged. "Whatever. Anyway, I should've passed the test by now, right?"
"Obviously not", Mo Jing countered. "Can slaughtering them all be called 'benevolence'?"
"So?" Feng Bu Jue tossed out another ambiguous question, a signature tactic in his Npc interactions.
"However, since you passed the trials of 'Wisdom' and 'Courage,' you'll still receive a reward", Mo Jing said.
"What reward?" Feng Bu Jue asked.
"You may ask me two questions", Mo Jing replied.
At that moment, a system prompt flashed: [Questions must relate to the scenario; otherwise, they'll count as forfeited.]
"Let me think..." Feng Bu Jue crossed his arms, furrowed his brow, and began pacing the Bathroom.
Mo Jing waited silently without urging him.
Feng Bu Jue spent a full ten minutes pondering his questions before finally deciding.
"I've got it", he said, returning to the mirror. "My first question is... which is the real world between the Test Tower and 'here'?"
His use of "real" referred specifically to the scenario world, unrelated to the realm outside Terrifying Paradise.
"Neither", Mo Jing answered unexpectedly.
"Huh?" Feng Bu Jue blinked, surprised. He'd assumed this memory space was the actual scenario world, while the Test Tower was merely the Boss's mental realm.
After digesting the answer, he nodded. "Makes sense. I can bring items from the Test Tower's space here, which proves it."
"Your second question... is it about 'the spiritual hosts of these two spaces'?" Mo Jing hypothesized based on Feng Bu Jue's first question.
Feng Bu Jue shook his head. "Asking that directly would be too boring."
"Then what is it?" Mo Jing pressed.
"I don't have much left to ask. The remaining mysteries are more fun to solve myself. But..." Feng Bu Jue paused. "I'll ask one less important but intriguing question. Who exactly is that 'Boss'?"
"I can only give you his name", Mo Jing said, its pale face showing reluctance. The concept of "who" was vague—answering it fully would involve details like class and personality.
"That's enough", Feng Bu Jue said.
"James Moriarty", Mo Jing revealed.
"Heh..." Feng Bu Jue raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, so it's the professor..."
"My task is complete, otherworld traveler", Mo Jing said, preparing to leave. "If you escape here and return to the Test Tower, you'll meet the professor." After revealing the Boss's identity, Mo Jing's address of Moriarty shifted accordingly. "Then... farewell."
With that, Mo Jing's face faded from the mirror until it vanished completely. A few seconds later, the mirror flickered and reverted to an ordinary reflective surface, showing Feng Bu Jue's face once more.
"Hmph... The path to the Seventh Floor is a 'waterfall'... Is that what it means?" Feng Bu Jue muttered. "Or am I overthinking it?"
He pondered, stepping out of the Bathroom. He strode familiarly to the living room, locating the light switch.
The lights flickered on, revealing a familiar environment—the same furniture, even Assass's cat litter and bowls in their remembered spots. However, the cat itself, which had always ignored its owner, wasn't simulated.
"Huh... Can't open it", Feng Bu Jue tried the front door, but the system gave a crisp prompt: [Unopenable].
Following the typical logic of puzzle-solving games, Feng Bu Jue launched into a carpet-style search of his "home."
After taking -500, Feng Bu Jue's status showed no anomalies, though his vitality value remained below 30%. Considering he'd just taken a supplement, he didn't rush to replenish blood. The Blood Vial's diminishing returns worsened with shorter intervals. With no time limit or danger, letting his vitality value recover naturally was wiser.
"Great! Pitch black outside", Feng Bu Jue pulled the curtains, finding the darkness as thick as ink, with windows sealed shut. "This simplifies things. Means I only need to check indoors."
He devised a plan—first, search the living room and connected kitchen with lights on, then repeat in darkness. Afterward, apply the same method to the bedroom.
This time, his search quickly bore fruit. Though he didn't find a clue advancing the plot, he uncovered a skill card.
[Name: Southern Dipper Flying Dragon Fist]
[Skill Card Attribute: Active Skill, Permanently Mastered]
[Skill Category: Martial Arts]
[Effect: Launch high-speed punches with both hands to destroy the target (Cooldown: 30 minutes)]
[Consumption: Stamina Value 800]
[Learning Condition: Martial Arts Proficiency C]
[Background: One of the Nan Dou Saint Fist's ultimate techniques. Disrupts the opponent's breath and decomposes part of their defense, causing destructive physical damage.]
The skill card was hidden inside the Gaming Pod—a subtle placement.
"Haha! Finally drew a solid, powerful skill!" Feng Bu Jue laughed heartily.
For a long time, Feng Bu Jue had sought one thing—a killing move.
Throughout his Terrifying Paradise journey, he'd acquired many active skills. Techniques like [Brat's Low Kick], a game-breaking control skill, or [Evil King's Flame Black Dragon Wave], a devastating attack, but these had usage limits. Once depleted, they vanished.
Others, like [Spirit Sense Body Technique] and [Demon God Descent], were continuous skills offering significant buffs but fell under Self-Enhancement Physical Condition types with heavy consumption and costs.
Even his recently replaced title ability [Here Comes a Move] wasn't worth mentioning...
Now, Feng Bu Jue finally got his wish—a true killing move.
The [Southern Dipper Flying Dragon Fist] was a balanced active skill in terms of power, consumption, and cooldown. His joy was understandable.
Without hesitation, he learned the skill. Selling it wasn't an option. Giving it away? The Hell Front had few compatible users—only Si Yu and Feng Bu Jue himself had reached Martial Arts Proficiency C-Rank. But Si Yu preferred longswords, making this hand-to-hand technique unsuitable.
Thus, Feng Bu Jue had no reason to keep it.
After calming his excitement, he resumed searching.
The sensation of searching his own home felt strange. Though he'd rented it for years, this place had been his home since his parents' deaths. In the real world, who would ever "search" their own house?
In daily life, people might misplace items, but they'd first ask cohabitants. Solitary dwellers would rely on memory. Only when all else failed would they frantically rummage through everything—like ransacking their own home.
But "searching" and "ransacking" were different concepts.
Searching meant seeking specific items. Ransacking meant uncovering anything potentially valuable—akin to a police raid. Who would ever ransack their own home?
Yet here, in this game scenario, searching his home proved harder than exploring unfamiliar environments.
In daily life, familiar objects often blurred into the background. The human brain's instinct to filter information might subconsciously ignore their presence.
Feng Bu Jue quickly noticed this issue. "This'll take more time and effort than expected... I need to shift my mindset and treat this place as an unfamiliar environment."
(End of Chapter)
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