Chapter 25: I don't understand it, but I'm blown away.

There weren't many tenants in the whole building.

  Elon got home, took a shower, and fell asleep.

  And this time.

  The internet is not quiet.

  Elon lived and even perfected the hellish newbie quest.

  The news set the internet ablaze straight away.

  This is something unheard of.

  Half of the threads in the Horror Games forums are about the Inuyasha Village newbie quest.

  "The Inuyasha Village quest that made countless people scared and was called the Newcomer Killer was actually beaten!"

  "Just what kind of god is this, so powerful that not only passes the level, but also passes it perfectly."

  "I've just watched the live clips, and I can only say that that god is really unbeatable, there are details everywhere, and I wouldn't have been able to understand it without the commentary."

  There are two threads that are topped.

  The first is a live clip with all the action about Elon.

  "After watching it, all I can say is bull."

  "Nay I am uneducated, a district I am super traveling the world."

  "These operations, it's impossible to understand, it would be nice to have a view of myself."

  All the people who watched the clip were feeling sorry for one thing.

  That is, without Elon's perspective.

  They can only see Elon's operation through someone else's eyes.

  So it's not even readable.

  "Is this really a newcomer, directly tearing down demons and evils with his hands and smacking the King of Scarecrows?"

  "His stats, how high are they."

  "The power can't be over 50 points already, can it?"

  "It's only 50...who are you looking down on, I think it's at least 60!"

  Live Clips

  Someone took a close look at Elon's behavior and then analyzed him, informing the crowd why he did what he did.

  "He took five consecutive steps into the room, a maneuver I couldn't quite make out, but there was definitely an idea."

  "Just follow along when the time comes."

  "And then the first night, make sure you go to bed, because he sleeps."

  "He must have prepared his own meal to prevent it from being poisoned, and everyone must learn from that."

  The posters analyzed it carefully.

  "There was so much detail that if it weren't for the commentary, I wouldn't have realized how much I missed."

  "Thanks to the posters and even more thanks to the gods in the video."

  "This mysterious great god is really too strong and steady."

  And finally, a summary of this mission.

  "Thanks to this mysterious god, we can unravel the mystery of this mission."

  "We'll never have to be afraid when we come across this mission again."

  "Every one of us has a chance to make it out alive!"

  Because there's Elon's cheat sheet now.

  They can go straight to the right, find the village, then head to the cave, get Excalibur, and take out the deputy village head directly.

  This will pass the test.

  As for the human-skinned ghosts, that wasn't something they could deal with yet.

  "If it weren't for the fact that the Great Spirit had entered the newcomer's copy, I would have suspected that he wasn't a newcomer."

  "I wish I could be on the same team as the Great God."

  "It's lucky to be a teammate of a great god."

  Quite a few people are lamenting.

  All the way through the next day, at dawn, the heat of these posts hadn't gone down.

  Instead, more people are getting involved.

  Elon woke up from his nap and opened the forums as well, wondering when the next horror game was coming.

  Usually being selected once makes it easy to continue to be selected down the road.

  He was a little impatient to get back into the horror game.

  Just as he entered the forums, he saw a bunch of posts discussing himself.

  Casual glance.

  "Not ..."

  "How come they have to analyze it when I take a few steps?"

  "Eating and sleeping are also analyzed?"

  These guys are still too idle.

  Elon quit the thread and made a post of his own.

  He asks when the second horror game will come to his door.

  Then you get a variety of responses.

  There have been half days, three days, seven days, and even ones that I haven't encountered a second time until now.

  "Is it that random." Elon murmured.

  Only he just finished.

  "Ding Dong!"

  His cell phone screen, suddenly turned a blood red.

  A line of large letters slowly emerged.

  "You have been chosen by the horror game."

  "In three minutes, you'll be in the horror game."

  "Please be ready."

  "Try to survive!"

  The corners of Elon's mouth turned up slightly at the sight of the news.

  Just when I was thinking of you, here you are. Maybe it's love?

  As for preparation?

  Not at all.

  Elon finished getting ready by changing his clothes and then removing the Bladeless Sword.

  Three minutes just arrived.

  Elon's figure, then, instantly disappeared from the room.

  Enter the horror game again.

  It was pitch black before his eyes, and it took about ten seconds before Elon felt like he was standing on the ground and the scene in front of him brightened up.

  A giant soccer field?

  Elon looks around and realizes that there are people standing all around him.

  This time there were surprisingly several times more participants in the game than last time.

  A cursory glance estimated that there were hundreds of them.

  The other participants of the game gradually came back to their senses, noticing that they were already in the middle of the game, and many of them panicked.

  "Players all present."

  "Welcome, everyone, to Octopus Games."

  "Now on to the rules of the game."

  "Level 1: Woodchucks."

  Outside the stadium, a loudspeaker was reading the rules of the game without emotion.

  "One, two, three, woodie, no talking, no moving, no walking, no laughing."

  It's the woodchuck game.

  This many people's childhood.

  The rules, in fact, are clear in everyone's mind and do not require much explanation at all.

  And the cost, they understand.

  In a horror game, a mistake is death.

  A huge doll that appeared at the end of the court.

  The doll's face was expressionless, and its eyes were so big that it looked very ominous.

  Look at the woodchucks in the distance.

  Many people swallowed hard.

  Really, can we make it across the street alive?

  "Now."

  A voice came over the loud speaker, "Game on."

  The tall doll, still standing in place, but its neck, surprisingly, slowly turned.

  It quickly turned its back to everyone and then placed its hands on the trunk of the tree.

  "One, two ..."

  Started counting and then the sound came to a screeching halt.

  I don't know when.

  Elon had stood behind the doll.

  In his hand, the blade of the sword, which had no blade, gleamed.

  Rumble--

  The large, dead tree let out a wail, then fell heavily to the ground.

  Along with the head of that puppet.

  The tall head rolled on the ground, eyes wide and mouth still open.

  But it was no longer possible to speak a word.

  Elon takes one look at it and just stomps on it.

  In that instant, everyone froze.

  Whether it was the viewers in the live broadcast room, the players on the pitch, or even the person behind the dark operation, they all froze in place.

  At this moment, there was only one thing on their minds.

  Question mark.

  "??"

  What happened?

  It's too damn fast.

  The puppet just turned its head back and you cut off the puppet's head?

  "I'm super, nearly a hundred meters away, when did he rush through?"

  "Kneel."

  "I couldn't read it, but I was greatly impressed."