141: Chapter 141 Daily Tasks

The usually calm and composed President suddenly gulped.

Intense Fear washed over her entire body, like the sharp claws of a demon crawling up her calves and onto her back.

It pressed down on her so heavily that she couldn't even lift her head, driving her mind toward the brink of collapse.

Xu Xiaoman saw that Jiang Xinyi was not doing well, and her own psychological defenses began to crumble.

If they didn't win the game, and it resulted in Jiang Xinyi's death...

She would be burdened by the shadow of death for the rest of her life.

She had never killed a person with her own hands; she had only smashed a few ghosts.

In the first dungeon, the other players had all had their throats pierced by Jiang Xiaoyun herself.

Jiang Xiaoyun knew she was soft-hearted and only willing to deal with ghosts and monsters, unable to bring herself to harm fellow human teammates.

The anomaly on Chen Mo's side had no effect on the Man in Military Uniform.

He pushed the marble forward a bit, preparing to smash Jiang Xinyi's marble directly.

That, presumably, would count as their victory.

"We surrender! We lost!"

Chen Mo, lying on the ground, suddenly raised his hand.

Xu Xiaoman and the Man in Military Uniform were both stunned, not knowing what tricks this kid Chen Mo was playing.

"Heh heh! A wise choice." The Meat Mountain Monster smiled.

It put the whistle to its mouth, and the sound rang out.

It raised its arms, declaring the Man in Military Uniform's side the winner.

Xu Xiaoman hurried over, helped the prone Chen Mo up, and asked in confusion,

"Chen Mo, why did you surrender?"

"There's no point in continuing. I can't even stand up. That guy just kicked and broke two of my ribs." Chen Mo pointed to his abdomen; as he opened his mouth to speak,

sticky strands of blood could still be pulled from his mouth.

Xu Xiaoman had also suffered fractures during training before and knew how painful it was.

However, when Chen Mo spoke, it was as if he had no pain receptors; his expression remained calm.

"If we surrender, we only receive a penalty. Even if we die in this game, we can still be resurrected when we return to the town."

"We can't let the President die here."

Xu Xiaoman understood immediately.

A halo of light flashed before their eyes, and 12 blue phantom figures landed simultaneously on the white chessboard.

The 6 people on the opposite side all stared at their own palms, wearing expressions of ecstatic joy.

"Hahaha, I'm not dead!" the Forbidden Young Master said excitedly.

Then, he glared fiercely at Chen Mo in the distance and said, "Kid! You made me experience death once. You just wait; once I recover my strength, I'll kill you!"

The Little Fatty was still lying on the ground with his head in his hands, but there were no gaps in the chessboard for him to crawl into.

He trembled and said, "Young Master, our levels are clearly higher, yet that kid still managed to win 3 points."

"If our 12 levels were the same, I'm afraid we would have definitely lost!"

"We shouldn't provoke that kid anymore. His mind is too meticulous; he was able to come up with so many ways to deal with us in such a short time."

Upon hearing this, the Forbidden Young Master was instantly furious.

He immediately kicked the Little Fatty again.

"Shut your mouth! You coward, you're not helping at all!"

"Young Master, I was wrong..."

The couple hugged each other tightly, crying, "Honey, we almost couldn't be intimate anymore!"

"But if we die together, that's fine too. Then we can still be together."

"Honey, that's where you're not thinking ahead. We should have at least burned some underworld money for ourselves in advance. Otherwise, our lives in the underworld would be a problem."

"Maybe money is supreme in the underworld too. In that case, even if we couldn't be super-rich in reality, we could be Ghost Kings in the underworld!"

The Patient frowned, staring at Meng Zhou on the opposite side.

At this moment, Chen Mo was also observing Meng Zhou, automatically ignoring the discussions around him.

Led by Lu Chengfeng, they were celebrating the joy of returning from the dead with Su Qing and the others.

"Strange... Meng Zhou should have been able to stop the marble just now, but he let it go into the hole himself."

"It's understandable that one person couldn't block the Patient, but the fact that both his and Jiang Xinyi's marbles were knocked away by the Patient..."

"That's a bit strange."

"It looks a bit like he was deliberately trying to give the other side a point."

After all, this was the Thriller Game; no one would want to joke with their own life.

Although the President had given the wrong directions at the beginning and had several disagreements with his way of thinking later on, the President had never done anything that would directly affect the outcome.

In the marble game, the President had also been trying her best.

Only Meng Zhou had thrown the game!

But it couldn't be ruled out that the President was just putting on a show of effort in the game while actually having other schemes in mind.

If there really were a traitor setting in this dungeon, the President or Meng Zhou must be the one.

Was it to help the opposing faction win?

Does that mean there is also a traitor from our side among the 6 people on the opposite side?

With insufficient evidence, Chen Mo treated this idea as a side quest. For now, the most important thing was to advance the main storyline and collect clues.

"Heh heh heh, congratulations on your victory. You don't have to accept The Artist's punishment."

"But you..."

The Meat Mountain Monster suddenly turned its gaze toward Chen Mo's team.

Its scarlet eyes lit up, and a wave of intense Fear came from above, crushing Chen Mo's team instantly.

Lu Chengfeng suddenly raised his left arm and saw layers of invisible wax appearing from his fingertips, crawling up his arm like maggots.

No matter how he waved his arm, it was useless.

Soon, the left arms of everyone on Chen Mo's team had turned into wax statues.

Their left arms could not move; they had become ornaments.

"This is the punishment? It destroyed one of our arms just like that." Lu Chengfeng said angrily.

Chen Mo understood now.

This dungeon had a "Daily Task" setting.

Completing the King Wax Statue's trial every day would grant items for traveling at night.

And the Demon Game was meant to increase the difficulty for players moving at night.

If there was another Demon Game tomorrow and they lost another round, Chen Mo and the others would likely lose the use of a leg, or their arms would be completely ruined.

The Meat Mountain Monster crawled down from the edge of the chessboard and disappeared into the dark space.

A halo of light flashed before their eyes, and Chen Mo and the others returned to the sewer entrance.

"I'm sorry, Chen Mo. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have entered this game and held you all back."

Hearing what Lu Chengfeng said, Chen Mo sighed helplessly.

He said, "Don't worry, the Thriller Game's mechanics must be reasonable. You were also forced into this; don't blame yourself."

Currently, Chen Mo and his team were at a disadvantage in terms of mental energy, physical fitness, and other aspects.

But once they found a way to restore their strength, Chen Mo could eliminate the four people on the opposite side by himself.

Their overall strength was equal.

"Chen Mo, are we really going to die here?" Su Qing asked, keeping her head low.

"The game has only just begun. Everyone just needs to keep trying. Before the ending appears, don't belittle yourselves." Chen Mo said seriously.