The Modern Age of the Mysterious Chapter 442

Gray lips parted, revealing huge teeth.

Without any basis, the giant mouth surrounded by layers of ripples in the air is frantically biting the edible "mountain" under his feet.

Yueguang was enjoying his face, feeling the feeling of chewing delicious roast chicken, and sighed: "Eating with this thing is not only a fuller enjoyment, but also has a benefit—"

The pianist closed his eyes beautifully: "I just can't get enough to eat, hehe..."

Rather than fully enjoying the current moonlight, Sean has been worrying about the game itself.

He had just passed the poker card, telling the remnant Max of the method and purpose of the game.

At this time, Max, near the "Assorted Sausage" not far from them, was "eating" hard...

Although the other teams did not respond as quickly as Sean, they also pieced together the whole picture of the game based on various clues, and each started to act.

Sean and Max still top the list because of the quickest response - but Sean is always a little uneasy.

His grey mouth was eating, but he himself was watching.

Soon, he made another important discovery.

Those towering silver pillars were originally candles on the dining table.

The huge candle flame that burned above the gray fog rolled down teardrops one after another, burning at a speed far beyond normal.

At this moment, the height of the candle flame has dropped into the "human world", and everything around is brighter——

Undoubtedly, candles are the countdown mechanism of this game.

When the candles run out, the game is over, and the score at that time will determine everyone's fate.

Judging by the rate at which they burn, the game will be over in about twenty minutes.

The members of Sean's team have been working hard to use the gray mouth to eat, but what happened next was completely beyond Sean's expectations.

It is also hard to "eat", and the team of Sean and Max, who had been leading all the time, was overtaken.

And it's not just a team, they were overtaken by the three teams of "Guardian of the Kingdom of God", "Director of the Treasure House" and "Three Nighthawks".

The last three now are the team of Sean, Max and Deadwood Sage...

Why is this happening?

Is there something in this game that I didn't expect? !

Sean was momentarily confused.

The moonlight beside him also noticed this, with the same confused expression on his face: "Besides the matter of 'eating', are there other factors that affect the score?"

Without much thought, Moonlight got the answer: "I see - it's because of the food!"

"Food?" Obviously, Sean, who has been thinking about what details he missed, doesn't pay as much attention to food as Moonlight.

"We had roast chicken!" Moonlight pointed up the plain, "and they had foie gras, truffles, seafood and veal!"

Listening to Moonlight's tone, it seems that he did not discover the hidden rules of the game, but was simply annoyed at not being able to eat good food...

Sean slapped his thigh: "The key to this game is not eating, but 'what to eat'!"

The more expensive or delicious the food you eat, the higher the score you get!

"Although there has been progress, why did you do this?" Olivia asked slightly annoyed.

"What's the matter?" Sean was a little confused. "I'm used to patting my thighs when I figure things out."

"But it's mine that you took."

"Oh... sorry.

"No..." Thinking of the delicious delicacies on the first table, Sean was suddenly a little anxious, and he started shaking playing cards to Max, "We can't continue to eat sausages and roast chicken...

"No matter how much you eat, you lose!

"We have to go to the top of the table!"

It was a matter of life and death, so they quickly pulled down the roast chicken mountain, which had been eaten by a quarter, and headed towards the top.

During the transfer process, Sean habitually told Moonlight while thinking about the nature of the game:

"This game has divided players into two groups from the start.

"One is 'holding shape'.

"Because they arrived at the castle earlier, they got seats closer to Peter Pan, so when they went out, they were greeted with expensive food...

"All the players who guard the form have to do is to guard their own one-third of an acre of land and eat carefully - but make sure that others will not meddle in their 'territory'."

"The other type of player is the aggressive type.

"It's also due to the seating issue, no matter how hard they eat, they can't score better than the defending players.

"Only when they start running around and grabbing other people's territory and food can they possibly get points...

"This is a game that forces aggressive players to seize the resources of defensive players..."

Sean frowned tightly.

When thinking about the purpose of this game, he suddenly realized something and continued:

"Peter Pan once said, 'Longer speeches are not his style, everything in Midnight Paradise is his expression'...

"Then, this game is also his expression."

In the process of running fast, Sean's thinking is also moving fast: what is he trying to express?

In the rear, the remnant Max is approaching, but Sean has no time to turn around.

He widened his eyes suddenly, as if to feel the texture of the answer:

"What Peter Pan wants to express in this game is the flow of social classes!"

"Class mobility?" Obviously, the pianist is not like a media person who often thinks about sociological issues, and he looked at Sean blankly.

The New Testament reporter turned his head, straightening his thinking, and applying his own understanding to this conjecture:

"This game is like everyone's life.

"Some people are born with a golden spoon in their mouths - they can do nothing but 'sit and eat' and beat everyone.

"And some people..." In front of Sean's eyes, the faces of some children flashed inexplicably...

Little Lyon, Thomas, young Wordsworth, three little siblings...

"They are destined from birth, they have to work hard to climb the mountains, and it is possible to survive in this society..."

Moonlight turned his head thoughtfully, thinking about what Sean had said.

"If enterprising people want to change all this, they can only choose to work hard and take huge risks to break the shackles called 'poverty' given by fate."

"And those who are successful will never share their limited resources with those who are enterprising..."

Hierarchies are like pyramids on the banks of the Nile, with one layer on top of another. Except for the few people at the top who enjoy everything, everyone at the bottom of the pyramid seems to be embedded in their own world of origin and cannot move.

I want to break through the barriers of class...

Difficult and difficult!

It's a game that gives "aggressors" a tough challenge.

Here is a small world that is absurd and bizarre, but reflects real life.

At this time, when the other teams were desperately improving their scores, they were forced to "migrate" and finally arrived at the new area.

The remnant Max finally caught up with Sean's team~www.mtlnovel.com~ Father Taylor found that there were three "grey mouths" floating beside Max.

He realized that even if there was only one person left in the team, the game would give relatively fair conditions.

At this moment, in the plain in front of them, all kinds of shellfish and oysters with a tempting fragrance like jade are piled up...

Their scores are still being pulled, and the game has entered the second stage with Sean's understanding - they will have to find a way to compete for the resources of the "successors".

At this moment, in the banquet hall.

Peter Pan looked at those nasty cockroaches, eating, trying, running around on the huge tabletop...

His eyes are distant, playful and ironic.

It's like looking at the gods in the world.

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