Chapter 122 Correct!

"Correct!" Mr. You announced after a long pause. The score on the console increased accordingly, and Feng Bujue's score reached 120.

The audience burst into cheers and applause. The sound engineer played a fast-paced piece of music, and the lights flashed appropriately.

"Hehe, player number one seems to be getting into his stride," Mr. You said with a smile. "So… next he will face the fourth question." He burned the third question card, glanced at the new question, a sly smile on his face, and looked at Feng Bujue, saying, "This question is worth 120 points!"

The audience was in an uproar, and Xiao Tan and the others were also shocked when they heard this.

"Player number one, you four…" Mr. You looked around. "Your fundamental goal… is survival, not competition. In the second round, who wins is not important; the real key is who the winner chooses to go to the arena." Mr. You said, "The scores of players two, three, and four are zero, twenty, and zero respectively. It can be said that you now have a considerable advantage. As long as they all give up in the second question, you can guarantee your first place."

"You mean, there's no need for me to risk my score being reset to zero to continue?" Feng Bujue asked.

Mr. You replied, "Hehe… I'm just analyzing the situation for you. If you are the one in charge of strategizing among the four, I think your teammates would be happy to cooperate."

"You say teammates? Hehe… since you knew from the beginning that our goal is the survival of all members, not to compete for first place." Feng Bujue's expression changed, giving the other party a wicked sneer, as if he was really possessed by the Joker. His tone of voice also changed. "Then I want to ask… what's the point of the arrangement that only the first place gets a prize? We are a team, does it make a difference who gets the prize?"

"Uh… that…" Mr. You stammered. He wasn't stumped, but didn't want to answer.

"Also, as long as you give hints to other players, the player answering the question will have points deducted. This rule is obviously designed for teamwork. If it's a game where players compete against each other, players won't give each other hints, so there's no need for this restriction." Feng Bujue sneered. "Hmph… may I propose such a hypothesis…" He raised an arm and pointed to the show's title displayed on the big screen. "Death Quiz. This show appears to be a game where four players compete for first place, but in fact, it is a team survival game."

Feng Bujue simply sat up straight, adjusted the microphone, and said, "Someone will enter the arena every round, but that may not lead to death. The arena is just a trial at the end of each round. Those who fail to get the highest score may enter… Simply put, it doesn't matter if you can't answer the question. People with strong combat abilities can still enter the next round." Feng Bujue tilted his head, his elbow propped on the console, staring at Mr. You's flickering eyes. "So… what we've experienced so far is just laying the groundwork and accumulating for the final round of this game. That might be the third round, the fifth round… I don't know… Anyway, the last round is the real 'Death Quiz', and at that time…" Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair again. "The 'scores' accumulated before will play some very important role that I don't know yet."

The scene was silent, except for some monsters that always made noises, like the burping monster among the audience. The arena was solemn.

Mr. You held the microphone, and the lighting technician shone a bright column of light on him. He walked to the camera, his face gradually revealing excitement and a smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, player number one…" Mr. You's voice was very low this time, but because it was very quiet at the moment, everyone could hear him clearly. "He actually guessed the rule changes for the third round… This…" He suddenly raised his voice. "This is unprecedented! Let's give him applause and cheers!"

The audience erupted, applause, whistles, a cacophony of wails, accompanied by some werewolf howls.

Mr. You swayed his short, fat body back to Feng Bujue's console. "But unfortunately, I can't tell you the specific rules for the final round now."

"I think I know enough already," Feng Bujue said. "Anyway, the fourth question, 120 points, I choose to answer."

"Please listen to the question!" Mr. You held up the question card and said, "Among the following four people, who is the richest…" He paused. "A, Tony Stark; B, Bruce Wayne; C, Scrooge McDuck; D, Forrest Gump."

Feng Bujue immediately pressed the C key. Mr. You asked unhurriedly, "Your answer is Scrooge McDuck?"

"Of course, that duck is not in the same league as the other three guys."

"The answer is…" After the expected pause, Mr. You said, "Correct!" Feng Bujue's score reached 240 points, and the scene thundered with applause.

Mr. You burned the fourth question card, glanced at the fifth question, and said, "Player number one, if I tell you now that the fifth question is very, very difficult to answer, would you give up?"

"Tell me the score for this question first," Feng Bujue naturally wouldn't be easily fooled by the other party.

"The value of this question is…" Mr. You's expression suddenly became a little strange. "One thousand skill points."

The audience and guests didn't react much, but when the four players heard this sentence, they all showed incredible expressions.

"What… skill points?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

"Nonsense, what skill points are you talking about?" Mr. You spread his hands, smiled at the camera, and the audience burst into laughter.

"I'll answer!" Feng Bujue said firmly. "State the question." He just assumed that in this script, skill points were also a normal concept.

"Hmph…" Mr. You sneered, picked up the question card, and said, "So far, you have only obtained one type of fear rating in Thriller Paradise…"

"What are you talking about?" Feng Bujue widened his eyes and almost instinctively interrupted Mr. You's words.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Mr. You asked in a relaxed tone.

"What is going on…" Feng Bujue asked as he tried to stand up, but Mr. You gently waved his finger, and an invisible force pressed him back into his seat.

"Who told you to stand up?" Mr. You said in a tone of an adult scolding a child. "Listen to me finish the question."

At this moment, Xiao Tan, Bei Ling, and Si Yu all felt an indescribable sense of oppression. The atmosphere of this stage changed, becoming oppressive and terrifying…

Mr. You continued to read the question in his hand: "So far, you have only obtained one type of fear rating in Thriller Paradise. May I ask what that is… A, Bold as a Lion; B, Commendable Courage; C, Panicked; D, Trembling with Fear."

Feng Bujue looked at Mr. You with a suspicious expression, slowly reached out his hand, and pressed the button representing option A. Before Mr. You could announce the answer, he heard the system prompt: [You have obtained 1000 skill points]

"Are you a derivative?" Feng Bujue asked in a low voice. That was his first reaction, but he was wrong.

"You suspect that I am a species of a lower dimension than you?" Mr. You said with a smile. "Hehehe… don't make such jokes, okay?" He burned the question card and took out the next one. "The sixth question… the reward for answering correctly is a pass to the 'Inner World' of Thriller Paradise." As he spoke, he moved his fingers, and a small black card appeared between his index and middle fingers. "If you answer incorrectly, your spiritual weapon will disappear."

Feng Bujue's brain was working at high speed… From the moment he entered the script until now, the constant accumulation of various anomalies seemed to have caused a qualitative change in everything at this moment.

"Enough." A strange voice sounded.

It was a man in a suit, with brown hair. He suddenly appeared in the center of the stage, standing one meter behind Mr. You.

In an instant, Mr. You's expression froze, and the smile solidified on his face. The three guests in the guest seats looked like they were joking around in the office, suddenly seeing the leader come in. Their posture and expression all changed. The audience was stunned.

The heavy bomb called fear had been stacked, waiting for that spark… to detonate the entire arena.

Simon stood behind Mr. You, looking down at the fat man's neck. "Are you planning to talk to me with your back turned?"

"Heh… hehe… I wouldn't dare… I wouldn't dare." Mr. You's sweat flowed from his hat like a waterfall, and tension and fear were written directly on his face.

Simon then turned his gaze to the cameraman. He didn't say a word, just a look. The translucent ghost let out an extremely painful wail, his whole body covered in a layer of strong light, and then exploded like fireworks, his soul scattered. The camera in front of him was naturally blown to pieces as well.

"Trash, get out." Simon said in a not-too-loud voice, in an unquestionable tone, in the center of the stage.

The demons and monsters in the audience reacted as if they had seen a ghost, making all kinds of pig-slaughtering screams, scrambling and jumping towards various exits. For a time, dust billowed and flesh and blood flew. The door frames of each exit were basically broken, and some even broke through the walls and escaped into the ground.

In less than thirty seconds, the entire studio was left with four players, Simon, Mr. You, and the three guests in the guest seats.

"Long time no see, Brother Simon, hahaha…" Hephaestus said with a smile, trying to get closer.

Simon just replied faintly, "It's you… how is the thing I ordered?"

"Uh… you know, Brother Simon, weapons suitable for you are very troublesome to make. Besides, didn't we agree to deliver it before the end of the twenty-first century…"

"But you seem to be very free?" He interrupted.

"Understood! Understood! I'll disappear immediately! Hehe! Please, do as you please, hehe…" As Hephaestus said this, he really disappeared.

"I didn't expect you to come to this kind of place." Simon moved his eyes to Pride again.

"Hmph…" She snorted coldly. "You're being too nosy."

"I'm just doing my job," Simon replied. "If you have anything private to say to me…"

"Hmph!" Pride didn't listen to him finish speaking and left as a puff of black smoke.

"Why are you looking at me?" Next, Plague Master met Simon's gaze. "I'm just looking and not talking, is that not allowed?"

"You placed a bet," Simon replied.

"Basically, all high-level personnel placed bets," Plague said innocently.

"I am the referee," Simon continued.

"That's because no one can beat you, but…"

"There's a but?" Simon said in a deep voice.

"Okay, okay… I was wrong, I was wrong, okay, I'll leave." Plague coughed twice and turned into black light and left.

Simon's gaze returned to Mr. You again. "Alright, please explain what this means?"

"Uh… big brother, can I ask, what's going on?" Feng Bujue waved at Simon and sincerely interjected.

Simon glanced at Feng Bujue and then snapped his fingers. A second later, the bottle of ***-500 appeared in his hand. He threw the bottle to Feng Bujue and said, "You have cleared the game."

Feng Bujue caught the flying bottle, didn't bother to look at the attributes, and immediately asked again, "What's going on? This script…"

"Don't worry, I guarantee that this situation won't happen again, at least not in the short term…" After Simon said this, all four players turned into white light and were forcibly teleported away.

…………

In the login space, Feng Bujue established team communication. "Were you all teleported too?"

Xiao Tan replied, "Yeah."

"What was up with that script just now?" Bei Ling's voice also appeared.

Si Yu's voice sounded, "It seems… there was a conflict between the bosses in the script, and then they kicked us out?"

Xiao Tan said, "It's so strange. It shows that the mission completion is 00, but the clearance rewards are complete. Is this a bug?"

Feng Bujue said, "That suit guy who suddenly appeared… his tone seems to be that of a GM. We might have encountered something big."

"What should we do?" Xiao Tan asked.

"What should we do? Didn't we get the clearance rewards? If you ask customer service, they probably won't know anything. You can't complain that… clearing the game halfway is too easy, can you?" Feng Bujue said.

"Bujue, are all the fear ratings you've gotten so far 'Bold as a Lion'?" Si Yu suddenly asked.

"Team leader, are you cheating?" Bei Ling continued.

"Ah… well…" Feng Bujue really hadn't thought about how to answer this question. He and these two girls weren't very familiar. They were just friends he had met recently in the game. Should he confess that he had an unknown brain disease?

But then he thought, if he made up a reason to get by for now, even if the reason held up for the time being, they might find out the truth from Xiao Tan… After considering for a while, Feng Bujue said, "I'm not cheating, and of course I didn't inject any tranquilizers to play the game… I just, don't feel fear."

As soon as he said this, Si Yu and Bei Ling naturally wanted to continue asking.

Feng Bujue cut them off before they could ask. "But why this is the case, I can't tell you, and don't ask Xiao Tan either. Just consider it a bit of my privacy, and I hope you can keep this secret."

After a moment of silence, Si Yu said, "Okay, we won't mention this again."

Hearing her say this, Bei Ling also continued, "I have no objection. Don't worry, I'm also very tight-lipped."

"Um… thanks, then how about we call it a day?" Feng Bujue said.

"Okay, I'm a bit tired too, I'm logging off," Xiao Tan responded.

Si Yu and Bei Ling also said that they were preparing to log off. The four said goodbye to each other and left the game.

…………

Rewind the time a bit, a few minutes earlier, at the Death Quiz recording site.

Simon looked down at Mr. You and said, "Who allowed you to bring them into Death Quiz? Are you not planning to continue running this show?"

"Um… only virtual projections came, they won't really die…" Mr. You seemed to want to explain.

"What were you trying to do just now?" Simon asked.

"That Woody guy broke the rules first! He let Feng Bujue enter the Thunderbolt world at level ten-something, and easily obtained a spiritual weapon," Mr. You directly defended.

"Are you saying… you are trying to correct some of the consequences caused by the violation?" Simon asked.

Mr. You's face turned pale. He knew that there was an extremely dangerous trap hidden in this sentence. If he answered "yes," then the implication was that he was exercising the power of the referee. With Simon's personality, as long as he had a justifiable reason, he would dare to kill even true gods, let alone demigods.

"No!" Mr. You said, "I absolutely did not mean that."

"You first gave him 1000 skill points, and then you were going to take away his spiritual weapon, thinking that you could settle it like this?" Simon said, "What do you think Woody would do if he knew about this petty trick you played?"

"Uh…" Mr. You was speechless for a moment.

Simon said coldly, "He would unhesitatingly throw the guy you bet on into the territory of a level one derivative, and knock his strength back by about ten levels."

"But… but…" Mr. You still wanted to say something.

"There's nothing wrong with Feng Bujue getting a spiritual weapon. With his strength, there's no need to wait until around level thirty to get it. This is my judgment as the referee," Simon said. "From this moment on, the little tricks of you guys should also end here." He snorted coldly. "I have completed the system correction. The back door left by Woody no longer exists. You can't even think about interfering again, not even for a second."

As Simon spoke, he walked towards the main camera that was fixed in place on the stage. He stood in front of the camera, his eyes as cold as knives. "The game has only just officially started. If anyone dares to reach their hand onto the table again, I'll chop off their hand."