A pair of erald eyes pressed tightly against the crack of the door, staring into the compartnt.
Wei Zhe had been staring at the crack in the door as well, and when he t those erald eyes, he shuddered violently, recoiled, and pressed his back tightly against the toilet’s water tank.
"Wei, Zhe, open, the, door, I, see, you." The puppet spoke; its voice was hoarse, neither male nor female, and each word was squeezed out, "Co, out."
Wei Zhe’s face was pale, his forehead covered in sweat, his shirt soaked, and his body trembled minutely out of his control, yet he had no intention of opening the door. He even placed his feet on the toilet seat to distance himself further from the monster outside.
The giant puppet felt angry at Wei Zhe’s actions, straightening its body, the joints making the creaking sound of an old wooden door.
Raising its arm, with a "crack," the giant puppet smashed the door of the compartnt into pieces, as if it were not a door but a fragile wafer.
Wei Zhe, like a little chick, huddled on the toilet, staring motionlessly at the puppet’s face with its sinister smile.
Wen Nan, an observer from the perspective of God, watched the scene and could not help but fall into thought—
The current Wei Zhe behaved far less intelligently and calmly than his profile suggested. He bore no resemblance to a powerful wielder of a Divine Staff Fragnt but rather...like an inexperienced, young student.
Wen Nan suspected that this exclusive test space, similar to his earlier entrapnt inside the Divine Staff Sheath, possessed a hypnotic effect on the candidates’ subconscious, putting them in a semi-conscious state to maximize their Fear Value.
What Wei Zhe was experiencing at this mont appeared to be a reenactnt of an episode from his school days, and during this test, he was utterly unaware of having beco a grown, advanced player, but instead felt as if he were back in school, once again that small, weak boy.
The giant puppet, seeing his futile retreating efforts, lost its patience and reached out to capture Wei Zhe as if seizing a little chick.
Wei Zhe raised his hand, and silver threads like spider silk shot toward the hand nearing him.
The hand was imdiately entangled and firmly pressed against the floor, as if fused with the ground, unable to move.
However, the giant puppet, despite losing a hand, did not halt its action, quickly extended the other hand, and grasped Wei Zhe’s body.
With its fingertips, it lifted the toilet seat and plunged Wei Zhe’s head into the toilet, pressing the flush, watching as Wei Zhe suffocated and struggled in the swirling toilet water.
"I, gave, you, a, chance, to, be, my, dog," the puppet said, looking at the flailing Wei Zhe beside the toilet, enunciating each word, "You didn’t listen, this morning, you even, defied , publicly, in the classroom. Then don’t be a dog; I don’t need a, disobedient dog. In the future, I’ll make you live, worse than a maggot."
Wei Zhe’s head was forcefully pressed into the toilet water, desperately trying to plead, "Big, Wula, big brother, please, I, Wula, I listen, I listen..."
He spoke while being forced to swallow large amounts of rancid, disinfectant-slling toilet water, his whole body shaking.
The puppet finally loosened its grip, bringing its massive head closer to the toilet, "Hmm? Say, it again?"
"I, Wula, I listen to you..." Wei Zhe muttered, his head still subrged in water.
The puppet was forced to bring its head closer, "You, say again—"
—Clang!
The silver thread at Wei Zhe’s fingertips suddenly rushed like a gale, quickly sweeping across the puppet’s neck.
The incredibly tensile thread, at a sufficient speed, turned into a sharp blade.
Before the puppet could react, its massive head was already neatly severed.
With a thud, the head fell to the ground, rolling back and forth.
Wei Zhe supported himself against the toilet, standing up, reaching for the head on the ground.
"Whoosh," "Whoosh," "Whoosh," "Whoosh."
Dozens of silver threads shot forth in unison, slicing the head into pieces, the two embedded erald eyes rolling on the ground.
Wei Zhe shook the water from his head, rushed forward, grabbed the two eralds, and threw them out the window with force. Then, his entire body weakened, collapsing to the ground, starting to emit a slightly deranged laugh.
Above his head, the floating numbers changed—
[Fear Value: 36; Desire Value: 0; Conversion Rate: 0.]
Eliminating the giant puppet in one move had caused Wei Zhe’s Fear Value to plumt from 86 to 36, yet the Conversion Rate remained at 0.
He used slaughter to completely eradicate the target, but clearly, he could not evoke any desire for the target, which was not the result required for this qualification test.
Standing in the audience, Wen Nan also felt that this test topic was sowhat perverse.
Overcoming fear, eliminating the monster in the childhood shadow, was not enough; they had to create desire? For most players, it was an arduous challenge.
After all, unlike Wen Nan, they were not genuine psychopaths.
And after Wei Zhe’s unrestrained laughter, he slightly raised his face, glanced at the number above his head, and his gaze turned grim.
Evidently, he had realized at this mont that rely killing the puppet was not the correct solution.
Clenching his fists, Wei Zhe stared intently at the pile of wood crumbled to the ground beside him. After a mont, the wood before him suddenly vanished, leaving the restroom empty once more.
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