Chapter 160 Angelina's Tea Party 29

"Official adventurers, please begin your adventures as soon as possible. No one can tolerate an adventurer who stands still, just as no one can tolerate a piglet that can never be fattened up."

"A suitable instance has been selected based on the team's status: A. The Devil with the Three Golden Hairs, B. mrs. holle. Please select a suitable instance before eight o'clock; exceeding the time limit will be considered as forfeiting today's instance."

Song Sigu looked at the new text message sent by the system, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the frame of her phone: "The opening sentence has changed."

Yes.

For the first three days, the system's prologue was "Dear official adventurers, please begin your adventure journey as soon as possible! The New World is waiting for you!"

Today's prologue was...

"It can't wait anymore," Liu Zhenqi suddenly said.

Her face was somewhat pale, her expression dazed, and her pupils slightly dilated.

"I can feel it, the game seems very dissatisfied... Not enough people are entering instances every day, far from enough, like an ant standing on a plate... We need to go in, as soon as possible... Don't face the devil directly... A pigeon is standing on the observatory..."

She spoke incoherently, her speed alternating between fast and slow, looking quite neurotic. Finally, she lunged forward and tightly grabbed Meng Jiayi's arm.

"Choose mrs. holle!"

Cold sweat had slid down Liu Zhenqi's temples at some point. Her face was filled with terror, as if she had seen something horrific. Her voice was somewhat sharp, carrying an imperceptible fear as she anxiously repeated:

"Choose mrs. holle!"

Talent [Perception] activated successfully.

Your Perception is very keen, but because of this, you have suffered an attack you should not have endured at this stage. Will you continue to remain keen and discover danger, or hide yourself to stay safe? Make good use of your Perception; perhaps you will be able to survive.

Ah, you have already discovered the danger.

Avoid it.

Liu Zhenqi gasped for air. Song Sigu held her arm, and Liu Zhenqi lightly patted her back, while Tan Xinrou used her own fat to activate a recovery for her, though she was still not very skilled at it.

By the time she finally calmed down, it was already four forty-five.

There wasn't much time left for them to consider slowly.

Song Sigu knew Liu Zhenqi's ability and could roughly guess her situation; it was likely because she had perceived danger. Therefore, she did not doubt her decision. After consulting Tan Xinrou and Meng Jiayi, she chose the "mrs. holle" instance.

Three minutes left.

Tan Xinrou briefly recounted the story of mrs. holle.

A kind-hearted, beautiful girl was enslaved and oppressed by her wicked stepmother and sister. She accidentally entered mrs. holle's residence inside a well, worked hard to gain mrs. holle's favor, and finally returned covered in gold.

Then the wicked sister grew jealous of her and jumped down herself. However, because she was lazy and gluttonous and failed to satisfy mrs. holle, she was covered in pitch.

A very typical fairy tale.

After ensuring everyone was clear on the story and Liu Zhenqi had returned to her normal state, the four of them high-fived one by one, and then the world began to spin again.

...

When Tan Xinrou regained consciousness, she was greeted by a massive slap to the face.

Tan Xinrou: ???

Damn game, are you targeting me?

Why is it that every time I start, it's a murder attempt?

Tan Xinrou's eyes widened in an instant, and she instinctively performed a backbend.

Relying on her six points of agility, she narrowly managed to dodge it.

But the person who tried to slap her was clearly not so lucky.

As everyone knows, one of the primary human instincts is to maintain balance.

The reason dance students can successfully perform a backbend is that they can skillfully master the movement of their center of gravity, keeping the body in a state of balance throughout the movement.

But Tan Xinrou couldn't do that. Her waist was stiffer than a director's backing, and because she had bent back too quickly, her center of gravity shifted back too fast. Her balance was broken, and she was on the verge of falling over.

Thus, to maintain balance, when the weight at the back of the body increases, the best way is to add an object of equal weight to the front.

This is actually very easy to do; you just need to lift a leg.

So, in the duet of Tan Xinrou's instinctive leaning back and instinctive leg-raising, the person standing directly in front of her who had tried to slap her was struck by the heavy blow of an "Elephant Leg Lift."

Tan Xinrou's leg kicked the opponent squarely in the lower abdomen.

Nine points of strength.

The opponent immediately let out a scream and folded in half.

By the time Tan Xinrou finally steadied herself and slowly stood up straight, she saw a woman in a long dress groaning in pain and rolling on the ground.

Tan Xinrou slowly mentally processed a question mark.

What on earth? Are you trying to scam me?

After rolling on the ground for a while, the opponent cursed with a faint breath, "Mira, you stupid thing! Just wait until Mother comes back; you're going to get what's coming to you!"

Probably because it hurt too much, she started moaning and groaning again after only a few words.

This combat strength is even worse than Mrs. Jenny's.

By the way, did she forget to untie Mrs. Jenny before she left?

Never mind, never mind. She's a witch anyway; surely she won't let herself starve to death.

Tan Xinrou tossed the question to the back of her mind.

The Gingerbread House.

The witch, tied up like a zongzi with her mouth sealed and having starved for three days, lay powerlessly on the ground as a little ghost slowly drifted from her head.

Someone, please save her. A witch is starving to death...

...

Tan Xinrou quickly gathered her thoughts. Looking at the ill-tempered and plain-looking girl on the ground, then at her own ragged clothes and the blood-stained spindle in her hand, she was certain she had become that oppressed, poor girl.

Oh ho, the female lead?

Tan Xinrou waited for a while, but seeing no task issued by the system, she confusedly opened her phone and found that the system hadn't sent a text message either.

That shouldn't be right.

Could it be because the instance hasn't officially started?

Her mind worked very quickly. She scanned the surroundings and, sure enough, there was a well not far away.

That's it. The female lead only reaches the inner world and meets mrs. holle after jumping into the well.

It seems she has to jump down too.

Ignoring the villainous sister groaning and cursing on the ground, she walked over, threw the blood-stained spindle into the well, took a deep breath, and followed it by slowly vaulting inside.

Her original plan was for her vault to be neat, crisp, and very cool, but in reality, her 180 pounds of flesh really affected her performance; there was no way it could be "neat."

As the well water enveloped her, she suddenly thought that many female leads in old-school transmigration novels transmigrate after falling into water. She wondered if jumping into the well now would also lead to a transmigration.

Better not. She had already entered an instance, and now she was entering a sub-instance within the instance. If there was another transmigration, it would be like a Russian nesting doll—transmigration upon transmigration upon transmigration. Who could stand that?

Her body sank rapidly, and then she lost consciousness once more.