To the host, the players are just a passing visitor in their long life. Of course, this is just an exaggeration. In reality, in the eyes of the host, the players' existence is as light as dust.
But later an exception appeared. The man was called Sur. He was not a passer-by, but a tourist. He left behind souvenir figures after his visit.
On the 16th of every month, new players are admitted to the game. Many hosts are reluctant to take on the novice rounds, but Rose Gentleman is different. He actively rushes to take on this job. The mortality rate in the novice rounds is high, and he enjoys watching the pain and unwillingness of people before death.
The rules of the novice game are simple, and so are the rules of this round, called Jigsaw Puzzle. Find the puzzle pieces hidden in the room, but every half hour you have to guess the number of punches. If you lose, you will be half-dead.
At this moment, sitting on the Rose Gentleman's shoulder is one of the figurines left by Soul... a little clay figurine. It has a unique pursuit of beauty, and there is also a rose in its ear. Unfortunately, its face is too small, and a rose can cover most of its cheek.
"Welcome everyone to the world of Seven Days and Seven Nights. I am the host, Gentleman Yueji."
After introducing the basic rules of the game, Rose Gentleman retreated to the shadows, ready to quietly watch the new player's next performance.
Among the six players, some were hysterical, some were calm, and some had wild eyes and were planning evil things.
Mr. Rose smiled strangely and tapped the red dot between the little clay figurine's eyebrows: "You can use new dye now."
These people are generally young, and their blood should still be healthy and bright red.
"Are we going to play rock-paper-scissors with him?" A braver player pointed to the center of the living room and asked with all his courage.
Sitting on the carpet was a young child with frighteningly black eyes, playing with a snake's scales. The snake he was holding was trembling and curled up, not even daring to spit out its tongue. With snakes wrapped around his neck and ankles, the child clearly couldn't be a normal person.
Gentleman Rose nodded. There were countless ghosts in the copy, and this was the first time he had seen this kid. The two sides had a cooperative relationship in an alternative sense.
As if sensing that everyone was looking at him, the child changed his cross-legged sitting position, stood up, rolled the snake into a ball and threw it out, giggling.
Two girls among the players, naturally afraid of reptiles, backed away screaming. The children clapped their hands, and a hissing sound came from all directions: lampshades, flower pots, toilets... hundreds of snakes emerged with half their heads.
One of the girls almost collapsed and said, "They're all snakes? How can we find the puzzle pieces?"
After saying that, she covered her face and cried uncontrollably.
The crying affected others. Although they didn't show it directly, their bodies couldn't stop shaking.
This isn't fun anymore. Mr. Rose narrowed his eyes. He was still waiting for the new players to clash over who would play rock-paper-scissors later. His gaze was as if he were looking at a group of dead creatures, but he spoke gently, "Snakes are bound by rules. Unless you trigger a certain opportunity, you won't be attacked."
Not everyone is afraid of snakes, except girls. The calmer players are more concerned about children playing with snakes.
"As for him..." Mr. Rose walked up to the child and smiled slightly: "What a cute child, it's hard to feel sorry for him. Don't worry, he will be very well behaved before the game of rock-paper-scissors."
The child hated hearing too much noise. Even if Mr. Rose's voice was pleasant, it sounded no different to him than the chirping of birds. The child cried out twice and waved the snake in his hand to drive it away: "Father Sule, everyone here is garbage!"
I have memorized this sentence by now and can say it without any stuttering!
"…"
A wave of chuunibyou energy hit the player in the face, and before the player could react, he saw the host, who had been so pleasant just now, twist the child's head 180 degrees with an expressionless face.
The neck was twisted into a knot, so naturally no sound could be made. An ordinary person would have died long ago, but the child only made a babbling sound in pain and was still alive.
Gentleman Rose found a tissue to wipe his hands and leaned against the potted plant in the corner. It was obviously a perfect opportunity to attack, but the snake wrapped around it was so scared that it dared not move.
The players looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.
The more silent the atmosphere, the more the fear intensified.
Only the little clay figurine sitting on Mr. Rose's shoulder still looked innocent. It flicked the red flower on its temples and asked in a clear voice, "We're in trouble, aren't we?"
Although Rose Gentleman still had a cold face, it was a little better in contrast.
At least the little clay figurine showed that it was willing to share the responsibility if something happened, but it was hard to judge whether this was true or not.
With a creaking sound, the child over there struggled to straighten his head: "Home..."
"Shh." The little clay man put his index finger on the center of his lips and smiled coldly.
The child didn't understand much what people said, but fortunately he could still understand the basic gestures. He was indeed quiet, but the reason he was quiet was not because he was obedient, but because he tilted his head to wonder if the gesture meant for him to be quiet.
"Host, host..." the female player called out softly.
Gentleman Yueji didn't want to listen to her. "The game only lasts seven days. If you want to stay here, I have no objection."
The female player then noticed her companions, who were taking advantage of the child's daze to quickly search the surrounding area. She had no choice but to suppress her fear and join the search.
The Rose Gentleman is not just standing there, he is actually waiting, waiting to be punished by the rules and then a new host will take over.
Suddenly, he looked upstairs and heard a strange spatial fluctuation coming from the second floor. After going upstairs, Mr. Yue saw a man in a loose robe sitting on a small stool in the corner.
"Now that you're here, why don't you take over the work right away?"
The fortune teller did not come alone. On his left was a cage with a ghost baby imprisoned in it.
Gentleman Rose suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. The fortune teller came to replace him, but where was the ghost baby?
Soon, the fortune teller gave the answer: "The ghost baby will be in charge of the next round of rock-paper-scissors. You take the child downstairs and leave."
Before the other party could speak, he added calmly, "This will offset the penalty imposed by the rules."
Gentleman Rose: "There is no such thing as a penalty."
"Now I have it." The fortune teller stood up and briefly left his favorite little stool. "Before you, that kid was nearly beaten to death by a few hosts. In comparison, this is a minor injury."
After a pause, he said meaningfully: "You are a smart man."
Being punished by the rules and recovering from serious injuries requires an extraordinary price.
Mr. Rose didn't agree, but he didn't refuse directly either: "Why me?"
"Those colleagues were worried that they lacked self-control and might kill us mid-sentence."
Gentleman Rose quickly made a decision and disappeared from his original position in an instant. When he reappeared, there was a child playing with snakes next to him.
This result seemed to be within the Divine Calculator's expectations: "Don't blame me for not warning you. He was originally supposed to grow into a Ghost King, but due to some unique reasons, he suffered repeated hardships. The game also bears some of the consequences."
The implication is that before growing up, if anyone accidentally kills someone, they will face extremely severe punishment in the game.
The child had no idea what was happening outside. He was so engrossed in playing with the snake that he kept saying "My father Sule" as a catchphrase.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Yue's face darkened and he suppressed his murderous intent, reminding himself that if he lost his mind and took too much force, the punishment he would suffer would be several times greater than the original one.
"Soul."
The first time I uttered a person's name through gritted teeth, "He deserves to die."
"He's not dead." The fortune teller said calmly, "He even got into a good university."
"…"
The fortune teller shrugged slightly: "I figured it out."
Gentleman Rose closed his eyes for a long time before regaining his composure. He then left the novice field and decided to eat to relieve his stress.
The biggest difference between the Host and the ghosts is that they don't rely on Yin Qi to survive, but a moderate amount can be beneficial. The game has a dedicated area where the Host can hunt and prey to their heart's content. This hunting ground is inhabited by exceptionally ferocious monsters. Lack of skill or carelessness can lead to the hunter and prey swapping places.
Gentleman Rose was harvesting the lives of his prey with ease, when suddenly he saw a special existence.
Amidst the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood and the roars of monsters, someone stood quietly by, carefully wiping his glasses, as if he was not afraid at all that any monster would take the opportunity to attack.
The man's perception was also quite sharp. Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, their eyes met in mid-air... and both of them stayed on the little clay figure.
Many of the hosts didn't know each other, like the Camellia Princess and the Rose Gentleman, who had never crossed paths before. The Camellia Princess stared at the clay figurine, her eyelids twitching. After a moment's pause, she sneered, "So, Su'er has a habit of giving children away to everyone he meets."
Turning to look at the child foolishly playing with the snake, he looked strange: "Do you like taking care of children so much?"
It's no wonder that the questions were sarcastic. Under normal circumstances, they looked down on the weak and it was common for them to injure or maim others when they were in a bad mood.
Mr. Rose was touched on a sore spot, but instead of getting angry, he smiled and said, "Did you hear that Su Er got into a good university?"
Having presided over thousands of dungeon worlds, Camellia Princess was well-versed in the concept of the college entrance examination. She spoke as if she had heard something out of the Arabian Nights: "Just him?"
Gentleman Rose nodded and smiled slightly: "Just him."
Princess Camellia almost couldn't catch her breath.
His bad mood caused the negative energy to materialize and be released outwards, indiscriminately attacking the surroundings. The clay figurine next to him was affected and some debris fell off, and his eyes couldn't help but darken.
If you can't even control your basic emotions, how can you take care of yourself?
Su Er left in a hurry and didn't give it to the right person. Now it seems that it can only find the next owner by itself. The clay figure's eyes rolled, and his expression changed. He looked at the clay figure next to Mr. Rose and said absentmindedly, "It looks good."
For the first time in his life, someone recognized his own beauty. The clay figurine, who loved beauty so much, was instantly overjoyed. However, he still maintained a cold demeanor and whispered to the rose gentleman: "It has a very good brain. It would be great to grab it and teach this little brat how to speak."
As he spoke, he glanced at the snake-playing child: "Because I'll keep talking about my father Su'er and make you upset."
Gentleman Rose knew clearly the hypocrisy in the words. In essence, the little clay figurine just wanted to find someone of the same kind to brag about himself. However, this was a mutually beneficial thing. The stupid child had reached the age where he should be educated.
Half an hour later, a small clay figurine sat on each of Rose's shoulders. Before leaving, he picked up Camellia Princess's glasses that had been knocked off her shoulders and put them on her personally, saying softly, "If you're not capable enough, you should learn to behave yourself. We can still be good colleagues when we meet again."
Watching the figure disappear, Princess Camellia reconnected her arm with a gloomy expression and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
The monster that was watching secretly wanted to take advantage of the man's misfortune and pounced on him with its sharp teeth exposed.
"roll!"
Princess Camellia had a bad look on her face. She used her slender hand to pierce through the monster's skin, pulled out its heart and threw it away.
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Teaching someone to speak requires immense patience. Sur had coaxed the future Ghost King into giving him his catchphrase with an egg. Now that the child was no longer hungry, he had no patience for learning. Furthermore, he was incredibly stubborn and didn't take the threat of death seriously.
There are dozens of clay figurines here at Rose Gentleman. Except for the first generation and the last generation, the rest look strange and bizarre.
The clay figure that was finally created was very smart. Seeing that he could not teach the child to speak in the normal way, he began to collect various movies and TV dramas and play them for him to watch.
The child had indeed calmed down considerably, finding a new hobby besides playing with snakes. Unfortunately, learning ability sometimes depends on talent, and his wild nature had almost completely taken over his brain. In half a month, he had only learned one sentence from a TV show.
One day, Mr. Rose passed by to check the results, and happened to see the three of them sitting in the courtyard pretending to study.
The first generation of clay figurines: "In a couple of days I want to raise my nose a little higher."
The last clay figurine: "My hands and feet are not flexible enough, I am going to lengthen them."
Future Ghost King: "Me too."
The first generation of clay figurines: "It's going to snow soon. Beautiful things are always worth looking forward to."
The Last Clay Man: "Yes! Winter is coming, and withering is also a kind of beauty."
Future Ghost King: "Me too."
The learning machine placed right in front of me happened to be playing "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". In the video, Zhang Fei said "Me too" in a resounding voice.
Gentleman Rose's expression changed slightly. He walked over and confiscated the learning machine, saying indifferently, "No matter what method you use, teach him at least ten sentences before the end of the month."
After saying this, he turned and left with a sullen face.
After making sure he was far away, the first generation of clay figurines shook their heads, put their hands behind their backs and sighed, "Iron-blooded cruel official."
The last clay figure sighed and said with emotion: "Cruel tyrant."
The future ghost king said expressionlessly: "Menopausal old man."
"…"
The two clay figures turned their heads sharply: "You can talk?!"
However, the child simply played with the snake, a look of bewilderment on his face, as if he hadn't said the words just now. After an unknown amount of time, the child's expression suddenly changed. Touching the slippery snake scales, he smiled coldly: "People laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at them for not seeing through me."
"…"
The first generation of clay figures was speechless for a moment: "The beatings he received in the past seem to have given him a double personality."
The last clay figure clasped his hands together and said, "... Life is not easy. May the world treat him kindly."