Chapter 1828: Chapter 1825: Han Dong’s Good Luck
“Is it a pure luck game?”
Han Dong also recalled the performance of [The Young Master] during the “Stage Play”. When they first met, the Young Master, being chased by the actors, first fell down the stairwell into the arms of the Chief Cook. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveIꜰire.net
It looked like a chase scene, but upon closer analysis, the actors were chasing under their True State, clearly confident, yet the Young Master managed to escape smoothly and even coincidentally bumped into Han Dong and the others.
Later, it got even more exaggerated,
When the Eldest Daughter replacing an actor was about to stab this man with a dagger, she unexpectedly lost grip due to excitement and the dagger being stained with blood, leading to a mistake.
“The clown’s choice of people is definitely not without reason. It seems the ‘luck’ revealed by this Young Master during the stage play is not entirely due to props, but largely his own inherent luck.
This explains why he was chosen by the clown.
Come on, let’s see whose luck is better.”
Han Dong revealed a dark smile, seemingly interested in the clown Bajins’ game. Unlike the other survivors, he was completely immersed in the game.
The first game ended, reducing the number of participants from 250 to 125.
Many of them had issues with their mindset, considering that continuing to play such a game of pure luck would not allow their own strength to show.
“Congratulations to those lucky enough to survive. Let’s randomly pick someone to spin the Roulette now.”
The faces of the 125 people rapidly flickered on the projection screen, and when the clown’s staff dropped, it stopped on a female player.
She had chosen the black square in the previous round, and assumed her death when she fell, surprised to survive with a pale expression.
Awkwardly, she approached the Roulette and forcefully pulled a massive, multi-ton wheel.
Boom! The spinning began.
Due to the instant death brought by the white game in the first round with pure luck traits, most audience members hoped to land on the black square,
even if it’s a rather brutal game, as long as they could use their power to strive for survival.
Most couldn’t accept dying meaninglessly due to luck.
Of course, a small portion who knew themselves were hoping to continue landing on the white square, hoping to survive to the end purely by luck.
The wheel stopped, and the pointer came to a halt on the black square.
“Oh? Black… was the stage set to be stained red so soon? Let’s see what kind of game it is; hopefully, the thrill level isn’t too high.”
≮Game Title: [Please Take Away My Body]≯
Rules: All audience members must draw twice, first a “props draw”, second a “body draw”.
After all draws are completed, use the drawn props to ‘remove’ the body parts you drew within the stipulated time.
Time limit: One minute (time starts upon receiving the props; any audience failing to separate the body part in time will be directly executed).
Now, everyone understood, whether white or black, they were luck games… but significantly different in nature. The black game was much more vicious.
The clown continued explaining:
“Although it’s rather cruel, the survival rate for this game isn’t predetermined.
As long as you meet the requirements, most of you can survive; it’s just more painful… a little ‘spoiler’ for you, the cruelty level of this game is probably only two stars (out of five), which is mid-lower level among all black games.
Come on, please complete the draw in three minutes~ whoever fails to draw will also be executed.
And for those not following rules and cutting in line, our Handymen will treat you well; the kitchen is actually in need of some ingredients.”
Clown Bajins holding the draw boxes in left and right hands,
Upon hearing there’s a countdown for the draw, everyone immediately moved forward to draw.
A very few, including Han Dong and the ‘Young Master’, did not intentionally compete fiercely, instead, staying at the end.
Many had already received the draw results,
As they stared at the paper in their hands, almost everyone’s expression varied, some even collapsed on the ground, eyes filled with despair.
Meanwhile, personnel waiting outside began distributing the props drawn by the audience.
“This… is kind of ridiculous!”
Han Dong initially thought a game requiring body part dismemberment should focus on knives,
expecting items like machetes, cleavers, or fruit knives, or even more direct chainsaws.
According to the draw results, “knives” were rare props in this game. Even those lucky enough to draw fruit knives could be considered chosen ones.
Most drew items like: spoons, iron rods, keys, waist belts, steel wire balls, and various weird props.
However, the “body draw” posed the real problem.
The draw corresponded to a body part,
which could be a small part or a large part, and must separate the drawn part.
Small parts include: eyeball, tongue, fingers, sole, or a series of internal organs,
Large parts include: arms, calves, precisely five kilograms of flesh (weighed by circus crew on site), or even an entire head.
Due to “Truth Restrictions”,
If it’s an entity lacking Body Special Traits, drawing a brain, heart, or some important organ essentially means a death sentence.
Looking at the two draws together, many death options exist, making fulfillment within a minute impossible.
(“Please tell me how to carve five kilograms of meat with a belt in a minute… changing to a steel wire ball might make it possible, just an extremely agonizing process.”)
At this moment, Han Dong also arrived in front of the clown, ready to draw.
Suddenly, the clown’s two faces issued completely different voices:
“Good luck, Mr. Han! Hope you have great luck all the way to the final round.”
“Hurry up and die! I really want to see what your death look is like.”
Han Dong made no response, simply following the game rules for the draw.
However, upon opening the paper ball in his hand,
Clown Bajins couldn’t help but laugh aloud: “Haha! You’ve drawn the best draw directly… Let me see your splendid performance, mysterious Mr. Han.”
Both were extreme draws, one being very rare and superb props, the other a body part that once removed typically ends in death.
“I really drew the best draw, quite lucky indeed.”
Han Dong revealed a satisfied smile with such a result.
As he left, purposely slowing his steps… a minute’s separation time was more than enough for him.
He intentionally glanced at the [Young Master’s] draw results.
Upon unfolding the paper ball, Han Dong also slightly widened his eyes, “This guy’s ‘luck’ indeed is real…”
[Body]: Entire fingernail.
Arguably the best draw result on site.
Howls erupted on site.
Someone was using a spoon to scoop flesh,
Someone was inserting a tube into the body, trying to extract a certain organ,
Someone held needle and thread against the eyeball, hesitating,
When the minute elapsed, those who failed to meet requirements were immediately shot in the head.
Here at Han Dong’s side, the countdown was also reaching its limit, a certain circus crew was secretly aiming the gun barrel at his head.
As time reached the limit.
Han Dong’s head suddenly rotated 180° smoothly, facing the staff attempting to snipe him.
Moreover, he extended a hand to lift the entire head, where the neck bore sticky writhing blood threads.
This scene frightened the shooter into firing accidentally, or perhaps the writhing threads at the neck confused his thoughts, leading to a misfire.
Coincidentally, the misfired bullet struck the clown Bajins precisely between the eyes.