What malicious intent could NPCs possibly have? C6.2

Hey, first of all, thanks for reading my lousy Machine Translation. To be honest, I’d really like it if you guys corrected the mistakes I made. But please speak nicely and politely. My heart is not strong enough to read your too-harsh comments. Have a nice day. 🙂

Thank you for reading this post, don't forget to subscribe!

Chp6. part2

Ning Ge paused for a moment, then immediately preemptively retorted, “Why are you scanning me? Have you lost your mind?”

Pei Han glanced at the words on the screen. “This is called taking a candid photo,” he said calmly. “This bracelet doesn’t have a camera function, you can only take photos by scanning.”

She’d never seen anyone so openly talk about taking candid photos.

Given his personality, he might actually waste a precious scanning opportunity to take a picture.

However, Ning Ge didn’t believe his nonsense.

It was obvious he was just suspicious of her identity, scanning to test if she was the anchor point for this instance.

“Not bad. You can scan three times in total, two left,” Ning Ge tilted her face slightly. “Would you like another side view?”

“Sure,” he replied casually.

His finger lightly tapped the camera icon.

He actually scanned again.

The bracelet screen displayed Ning Ge’s side profile, black bangs concealing black eyes.

Pei Han raised his wrist, carefully admiring his photograph. Judging from his expression, he seemed quite satisfied.

Ning Ge was speechless.

“This guy’s crazy.”

He only had three life-or-death scanning opportunities, and he’d wasted two of them.

Ning Ge looked at him speechlessly and blurted out, “Go ahead and scan again if you dare!”

Pei Han answered frankly, “No guts.”

Ning Ge: “…”

Ning Ge felt it necessary to advise this guy.

“Each person only has three scanning opportunities,” Ning Ge said. “Now there are eight people left, so we only have twenty-four chances in total…”

Pei Han corrected her, “It’s sixteen chances to try and fail. Everyone has to leave themselves one last chance to scan the correct anchor point before leaving the instance.”

Ning Ge: “Okay, sixteen. Sixteen is a lot, but it can’t be wasted so carelessly.”

“Your calculation is still wrong,” Pei Han said.

“You just used the phrase ‘we all together,’ meaning you think that together we can try sixteen times. In reality, because scans are precious, some people aren’t willing to contribute their limited scans for others to try and fail with.”

His tone was casual, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

“I’ve seen many people die still clutching their three scan opportunities on their bracelets, never having used a single one.”

Ning Ge silently glanced at him, then at his pitiful bracelet with only one scan left.

Pei Han didn’t care. “It’s okay. Your bracelet can try twice, Owen’s can try twice, ‘we all together’ has at least four, that’s enough.”

Ning Ge: You’re… quite informal with me.

Ning Ge ignored him and continued writing. Pei Han didn’t say anything more, taking another sheet of white paper and scribbling on it.

Ning Ge wrote as she thought, but before she even filled a page, her “break” was over.

The bracelet buzzed.

[Congratulations! The rest of the mission is complete!]

Sure enough.

No one dared to overthink it anymore. There was no monster summoned, and the mission was finally finished.

A cheer erupted from several rooms.

As soon as the mission was complete, Pei Han’s axe vanished.

Everyone returned to room 203, still holding their completed papers. They were all diligent and well-behaved students.

The green-haired guy had scribbled half a page, while the young woman in the suit was the best, writing neatly and densely, almost completely filling both sides. Everyone’s skill level was different, but they had all tried their best.

Owen slammed his finished paper on the table in front of Pei Han. The handwriting was messy, like a jumbled mess of scribbles, completely indistinguishable.

“Boss Pei, bro, what the hell are you doing?”

He didn’t believe Pei Han’s nonsense about passing the level by relying on poetry.

The mission was complete. Pei Han confessed, explaining in detail how their shared thoughts could summon characters from horror movies.

Owen immediately said, “So the anchor point of this instance should be related to thoughts?”

“It should be.” Pei Han glanced at the countdown timer on his bracelet.

Ning Ge also subconsciously glanced at it.

[03:55:19]

Less than four hours remained in the instance. They needed to find the anchor point of this world within four hours while simultaneously completing the mission. The only clue they had was “thoughts.”

On the bright side, half the time had passed, only two players had died, and the remaining seven had survived—not bad.

The little boy asked Pei Han, “Brother Pei, what happens if we can’t find the anchor point by the time limit?”

“You die,” Pei Han replied casually.

Suddenly realising who he was talking to, Pei Han explained again.

“This is a timed instance, eight hours long. You can only leave by scanning the anchor point within eight hours. If you don’t find the correct anchor point, you’ll be eliminated by the system.”

Pei Han glanced at the little boy and added, “Don’t worry, we’ll find the anchor point.”

The little boy nodded, unfazed by his words, his eyes filled with trust.

Pei Han said, “Let’s see how the next quest unfolds.”

As if in response, the bracelet vibrated.

[“Another energetic day! We suggest you go out for a stroll. Head to the front desk for further quest guidance!

Ning Ge immediately felt a headache coming on, Why the front desk again?

Go to the front desk for quest guidance? Guidance, guidance, guidance, my foot!

As the front desk staff, Ning Ge first had to determine what the quest guidance was, then figure out a discreet way to distribute it to everyone.

Just thinking about it gave her a headache, she could only take it one step at a time.

Everyone went downstairs to the front desk together.

Ning Ge followed the others down the stairs with a pained expression. She had only gone down two steps when she heard the granny-grey hair guy at the front exclaim, “Eh?”

“The receptionist is here,” he said.

Ning Ge: Huh??? The receptionist? Here???