He didn’t intend to take first place. If possible, Wen Xishu really hoped he could control his score to be in the third-to-last position.
Of course, Wen Xishu actually had a trump card plot that could pull up his score when he felt the need.
But for now, he planned to tell just an ordinary story.
"It shouldn’t be too closely related to the uncanny. But it needs to have a sense of anticipation, a hook. Something that seems outrageous... but in reality, there’s no danger at all in my story."
To defeat seasoned storytellers, seductive women, and those with enough curiosity...
Perhaps he should start with the unknown.
As the knight’s eyes gleamed behind him... Wen Xishu began his tale.
"My story, you might find hard to believe."
"I’m very good at making a person separate from their original life."
"I made a daughter leave her mother and live with a complete stranger with no blood relation. I also made a group of mental hospital patients leave without the doctor’s permission."
"There are many similar things. Maybe you think kidnappers can do that too. But I am not a kidnapper."
"The largest conglomerate in Jicheng, the Sanqiu Group, have you heard of it?"
"The two heirs of the Sanqiu Group, under my influence -- or rather, just by persuasion -- voluntarily gave up their trillion-dollar inheritance to become homeless in Longxia. They can never return to their lavish lifestyle."
"But I must emphasize, I am not a kidnapper. I do not smuggle. I rely only on persuasion."
"As everyone knows, we cannot lie~"
Everyone turned to look at Wen Xishu.
Indeed, when Wen Xishu started speaking in such a way, someone began to wonder, could he be a kidnapper?
Deliberately making his actions sound noble, such as disconnecting someone from their original life...
But soon, as Wen Xishu emphasized he was not a kidnapper, everyone began to be surprised.
How did he do it?
Give up a trillion-dollar inheritance? Become homeless?
Wen Xishu only wanted to be in the bottom two or three, but obviously, he still had too much life experience, as shortly after telling this story...
Wen Xishu found that his anticipation score actually rose to 160.
[How did he do it! How did he do it! Giving up a billion-dollar fortune?]
[No way he’s bragging; otherwise, he’d already be dead!]
[Damn, the story focuses on those two billion-dollar heirs, right? I want to see what he says when he meets them later!]
This comment made Wen Xishu’s heart race.
Good heavens... could this castle really turn stories into reality?
Could he capture the An Family Brothers and bring them to the castle?
"Don’t panic... for now, the story seems fine, but it still has to go through the ’incident’ phase."
"Judging by the comments... the An Family Brothers might appear. I’ll see then if they are the An Family Brothers I know, or just some replicas created by the castle."
"If they are the ones I know... hey, then I have plenty of room to maneuver."
Wen Xishu was currently ranked fourth with 160 points.
This score was neither low nor high, but it was definitely sufficient.
Now, Wen Xishu clearly felt there were more comments appearing in his vision.
This was a good thing.
More comments meant more information. Wen Xishu had heard in his past life about a novelist who never kept drafts and wrote on the fly every day, just waiting for readers’ comments for inspiration.
Now, Wen Xishu was somewhat doing the same.
Most comments were meaningless banter—
[I want to learn too! I want Brother Fu to give up his fortune and become a homeless man, then I’ll be a homeless man!]
[I suspect his ability is to make people stupid.]
[I just want to be rich!]
These kinds of comments were indeed pointless.
But there were also some comments that could be seen as spoilers.
[Maybe later he’ll meet those two rich heirs. Do you think they’d hate him after being homeless for so long?]
[How did he do it? Hypnosis?]
[But I feel the previous one looked more like someone who could hypnotize!]
Among these three comments, two made Wen Xishu feel they held value.
First—
What is the purpose of the ’incident’?
A group of villains gathered here to tell stories about the bad things they had done... and then encounter those things from their stories. Was it for repentance?
"Assuming I was really a bad person... then the An Family Brothers, who I deceived, would definitely kill me..."
"In other words, if the cook later says he will fight with his mistress... what choice will he make? That’ll be interesting to see..."
Wen Xishu increasingly felt this was a distorted form of ’confession meeting’.
Additionally, Wen Xishu thought of the lecturer guy due to the mention of hypnosis.
In his past life, Wen Xishu had heard of an outrageous case.
A talented woman from Peking University was severely manipulated, treated like a dog for someone else’s pleasure. To please her master, she even tattooed ’I am XX’s dog’ on her body. A single command from her master could make her go to the hospital and get sterilized...
In the end, under the extreme pain of manipulation, she committed suicide.
Wen Xishu found it outrageous. This was hypnosis in a realistic sense, right?
Of course, he couldn’t be sure.
...
...
The remaining storytellers included the bald spider-man, the brat, and the fool.
The sixth turn came to the brat.
The brat was dazed for a while:
"I don’t think I’ve done anything bad."
There were still over fifty seconds left on the countdown.
Wen Xishu certainly didn’t believe that in this storytelling gathering, there would be anyone who hadn’t done anything bad.