Zheng Zai was also very hungry, but he thought he could eat the corpse of the headless brother from earlier...
The thing is, he just had to avoid the others’ gaze.
In a certain sense, that brother named Ayoovic should be properly buried... but this wasn’t the first time Zheng Zai had eaten human flesh. He thought—once a person is dead, their value doesn’t compare to the living.
So—no waste, waste is shameful.
In general, everyone was hungry.
Wen Xishu said:
"We threw six jars. We’ve completed one-fifth of the required jars and received a food reward, but I guess it’s not much."
"Mr. Lang, could you and Mr. Fang go take a look?"
Lang Haidu and Fang Tianhen walked towards the dining room together.
When the two entered, they saw that on the large rectangular dining table, about one-fifth of the area had food.
It was very aromatic and bountiful. Enough for around forty people.
Lang Haidu immediately understood:
"It seems that reaching one-fifth of the jar goal provides one-fifth of the food..."
"Which means we need to open thirty jars before everyone can sit down and eat!"
Fang Tianhen was actually quite scared of opening jars, even though he appeared big and strong. Facing such weird things, he was instinctively afraid. But seeing the food now, Fang Tianhen mustered his courage:
"Damn it, I’m going to open the jars!"
...
...
In the hall, Wen Xishu and everyone quickly learned about the situation in the dining room.
Wen Xishu said:
"There are about twenty jars left, everyone keep going and let’s aim to sit down together for a meal soon."
The rules of the game were gradually being figured out.
But up till now, apart from Wen Xishu’s Godslayer’s Finger, others relied mostly on luck for opening jars.
When the Ling Family Brothers’ group opened the seventh jar, making it the tenth jar in total...
Actually, the problem started at the eighth jar—
The shadows.
The mysterious shadows once again dragged the person opening the jar into the darkness, bringing death.
This time, Wen Xishu attempted a rescue. The shadows didn’t immediately engulf Wen Xishu.
Because Wen Xishu had a high Anti-Magic Value, but even he couldn’t pull the person already engulfed in the shadows out.
This was just a minor incident; everyone had accepted that such things could happen.
People mourned the dead, some genuinely, others as a matter of course.
Death lessened everyone’s blind optimism and pushed everyone to think about the rules of this level.
Next, the tenth jar contained a tool.
A hammer. It was quite small, more like a wrench you could keep in your pocket while playing soccer.
The person who opened it happened to have no hands. He used his incredible bite force to lift the jar, then used the strength of his neck to smash it open.
It was clear that for survival, certain parts of his body had been trained to be very strong.
After the hammer appeared, he looked at Wen Xishu:
"My name is Bao Longtao. Mr. Wen Xishu, can you tell me what this hammer can do?"
Wen Xishu nodded:
"Bao Longtao, you have had great luck. You are the luckiest one by far."
"This thing seems better than the key to me."
"It can interrupt the actions of evil entities. For example, when someone opens a shadow, they get swallowed by it. The swallowing process takes time, and we tried earlier... unfortunately, we couldn’t stop it."
"My Anti-Magic Value is high, but I can only protect myself."
"But with this hammer, it won’t be a problem. The hammer has three uses per day to stun the shadows."
"We have three seconds to save the person engulfed by the shadow."
"Three times a day. Now you can save three people each day. Also, like the previous tool, it can work in other scenarios outside of this one."
"In other scenarios, you can forcefully hit an object to disable its core function for five minutes. But unlike the daily three uses in this level, you can use it only three times in total."
Bao Longtao, holding the hammer in his mouth, still made some indistinct sounds:
"Good... good, my luck is indeed great. At least I can save others now. Mr. Wen Xishu, you can lead us out, right?"
Wen Xishu didn’t hesitate and nodded:
"Of course."
Bao Longtao seemed to regain the courage to live. Without a doubt, being disabled and having no hands was very inconvenient.
His legs were trained to the extreme, and his bite force was significantly stronger than that of normal people.
Even so, Bao Longtao would still miss many opportunities.
He decided that if any significant person needed his help, he would assist them, earning favors. Once back in the Bunker, these would be resources.
At this moment, Bao Longtao deeply felt something—
In Deceit Tower, anything was possible. The chance of survival was slim, but turning fate was also possible.
Zheng Zai and Ah Miao seemed to see their former selves in Bao Longtao.
Next, there were twenty jars left.
This time, it was Fang Tianhen’s team’s turn.
Fang Tianhen thought for a moment; he had to take the lead himself.
He was a person who liked to fight, a kind of chivalrous thug.
Previously, Fang Tianhen felt he couldn’t control people, but Wen Xishu had set a good example. If he couldn’t control people, he should lead by example to increase his authority.