novelraw Chapter 167: What are you doing with that chainsaw?
Chapter 167: What are you doing with that chainsaw?
For the Ghost Master of the instance, whether to kill or let go is all up to Alexander’s mood. Of course, it mainly depends on how much the other party is worth and how troublesome they are.
Although Alexander is not exactly a good person, he hasn’t reached the point where he kills every ghost he sees. Otherwise, the profits from the previous motorcycle instance would have been much higher.
However, this current ghost network manager, whose every word and deed seems to be infested with bugs, must have been the end of many chosen ones. Killing him is just another kill.
Of course, that’s what he thinks inside, but on the surface, Alexander is all smiles, as he can’t afford to scare him away directly.
Having learned from the Internet cafe Ghost Master’s lesson, Alexander appeared particularly kind, and enthusiastically rushed up to shake the network manager’s hand: ’Thank you for the reminder, big brother network manager, I really appreciate it!’
"Is this guy crazy? That’s a evil ghost! And it looks like a Fierce-level entity. Isn’t he looking for death?"
whispered one of the chosen ones, other than Alexander, who was a Fierce-level entity at this moment. The surrounding chosen ones nodded in agreement.
They were true veteran chosen ones and knew that the evil ghosts in the instances were not untouchable. Some were even quite kind and did not like to kill.
However, you need to approach them slowly and only if they do not harbor much hostility toward the chosen ones, and not under circumstances where they have so much malice towards humans.
Like now, rushing up to shake hands with it is no different in the eyes of the wicked ghost than a crispy roast flaunting its fragrance crazily in front of you. It’s not just the fragrance! Hurrying to attack, handing over the knife and fork.
"He’ll be fine! He definitely won’t get hurt!" Only Cain firmly believed in his intuition.
He’s just started to please him; how could Alexander die so easily!
Deep down, the intuition remained unchanged.
Just like not long ago, he inexplicably saved all the ghost coins in his hand according to his intuition, and sure enough, he ran into robbers. Since he had enough ransom, the ghost robber let him go after taking the money. This time it must be the same!
In short, please him! Suck up to him, and you’ll surely live!
If it were in the past, Alexander’s behavior would definitely be seen as provocation by the network manager, and killing him would be a good way to increase the fear value of other chosen ones. However, different mentalities see problems differently, even the same problem.
For example, now, seeing Alexander rushing up to shake hands, surprised, the network manager didn’t think that Alexander was provoking but that his attitude worked. Look! Just be a little nicer, and these chosen ones are immediately moved to tears!
The Ghost Master is alarmist; what’s there to fear from these weak chosen ones? Can they demolish the Internet cafe? No matter how powerful, could they kill a Fierce-level ghost, let alone the Ghost Master!
In his heart, he was both contemptuous and proud, and his attitude naturally changed 180 degrees, smiling, he said, "Not bad, not bad! Go choose a computer!"
Well, could he really let him go after all this? Is this network manager ghost one of the more friendly ones? But he always calls the chosen ones "bugs"; he doesn’t seem very friendly!
The remaining chosen ones all turned their eyes to Cain. This guy’s intuition might really be some extraordinary talent.
Should we try to please him too?
Alexander didn’t care about what others thought and headed straight for a computer, taking a seat.
There were numerous computers here, most of them being of the Evil Spirit class, with two Ferocious-class computers located in the center and at each of the four corners.
The sole Fierce-class computer in the center had already been taken away by a ghost master, leaving nine Ferocious-class computers and over a hundred Evil Spirit-class ones. There was no shortage of them.
The choice of computer was unrestricted, but the higher the computer’s level, the higher the evaluation one could achieve in the challenge. Alexander went directly to one of the Ferocious-class computers and sat down.
"You bug, you’re quite bold, choosing me, huh? Choose our competition method, whether literary or martial, you have five seconds to decide! If you’re too slow, I’ll make the choice for you, and trust me, you definitely won’t want to see what I choose!"
A mocking voice rang out, and a hideous face appeared on the dark screen, followed by a blood-red countdown.
Beneath the red countdown were the options of literary or martial competition. No introduction or explanation was given; the countdown abruptly appeared, allowing little time for thought.
Alexander was indifferent and casually chose the literary competition. The countdown stopped, but the screen didn’t change much.
Glancing at the other competitors, all of whom were in the process of choosing, it became clear that the competition would not begin until everyone’s choice was made.
The competitors were usually cautious and did not try to play smart at this time; they all undoubtedly chose the literary competition.
Soon, with the final selection made, prompts appeared on everyone’s screens.
The first round of competition was beginning, and it was a question-and-answer challenge. Both sides posed questions, and correct answers earned a point, while wrong answers losing a point.
The first to reach 10 or -10 points would be declared victorious or defeated. The stake for this round was a random body part, including vital organs like the heart and brain!
With these prompts, questions began to appear on each computer screen, obviously initiated by the computer side.
Not only has there been an increase in physical strength, but also an enhancement in eyesight due to Ghostly Piercing Vision; in short, Alexander’s vision is now much stronger than before.
He could easily see the content on other people’s screens, such as the one nearest to him, which posed an intricate question involving sand, water, density, and a planet’s diameter.
It is known that the weight of a grain of sand is 900 micrograms.
The density of sand is 1700 kilograms per cubic meter.
The density of water is 1000 kilograms per cubic meter.
On a planet with a diameter of 100,000 kilometers, the water content is 40%.
If all the water is extracted and replaced with an equivalent volume of sand, then please tell me, how many grains of sand are there in total? Please answer within half an hour!
My goodness, what the hell kind of question is this? Without a supercomputer, this number could get stuck!
The biggest problem is not the enormity of the number, but that no matter how you answer, it will be wrong!
Even if you come up with this huge number, the question is, they’re asking how many grains of sand there are in total! They didn’t say how many grains of sand were exchanged for water; only God knows how much sand is on this planet.
Looking into the distance at a computer, there is a pattern of a straightedge and a compass; the question is as follows:
Using only a compass and a straightedge without markings, first draw any circle, and then construct a square with an area equal to the drawn circle. You must answer within 50 minutes!
Alexander glanced at this and skipped it directly; even John Nash would be troubled by it!
Finally, Alexander looked at his own computer. The question was similar to the one with the straightedge and compass he had just seen.
Use a compass and a straightedge without markings to create a regular seventeen-sided polygon. The answer must be kept within 30 minutes!
This wasn’t an unsolvable problem, but it wasn’t because Alexander lacked the ability; it’s just that it’s tough to make within thirty minutes!
He understood now; whoever reaches -10 points first loses; evidently, this first round was clearly a threat, and they never intended to let the chosen ones win.
"bug, hurry up and answer! I’m looking forward to eating your brain!" A ghastly ghostly image appeared on the screen, laughing at Alexander.
"No hurry! I like to be clean; seeing how dusty your keyboard is, I’ll wipe it for you first!"Alexander said, smiling back.
"Pleasing me? It’s no use, I’m not...wait, what are you doing with that chainsaw?"