I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 41 Is this still a quiz game? (33)

Wang Chuyun took out the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) she brought from the cafeteria, took a small bite first, and chewed the meat juice and white bread thoroughly in her mouth before carefully swallowing it.

Although roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) is cheap, the nutrients in each one need to be fully absorbed in order to meet the daily requirements and reduce food expenses.

At times like this, she particularly envied the rumination method in Fukuzawa City, which allowed people to ruminate on fodder, thus saving a lot of money on food.

She cautiously ate half of it, gently licking the juices from her lips three times before opening her phone to re-examine "Quiz Showdown".

"A thrilling quiz experience, a brand-new way of answering questions, forty people competing on the same stage, and a competition reward of up to ten points of mana."

"A dream-making company that will never run away, endorsed by the Tianyuan Cultivator Committee. A dream journey that will never disappoint."

After reading the automatically generated ad copy from the platform, Wang Chuyun lamented that the platform was becoming increasingly shameless.

They can make even the most ridiculous dreams sound amazing; after watching this, I actually feel a little tempted to play it.

After reading the description, she started looking at the reviews and found that they were all positive.

A few negative reviews are easily recognizable as slander from competitors, followed by players' retaliatory insults.

After looking it over, Wang Chuyun took off her glasses, gently biting the temple of her glasses. Her bright white teeth added to her charm, and also gave her a maturity far beyond her years.

After thinking for a while, she checked several other dream scenarios, going through them one by one, and only managed to extract a dozen or so magical powers after going through them all.

"The quantity has decreased, it seems the situation is not good recently."

Although she only had a dozen or so magical powers, she still categorized them and planned them according to their different uses. Finally, she focused her attention on the dream world she favored the most, "Quiz Showdown".

"Ten mana points for each win, currently there are... two thousand three... hiss..."

No wonder the other quiz dream worlds are out of money; it turns out all the players have been drawn here.

No matter how many other dream scenarios there were, they didn't exceed six hundred. This was already the result of a lot of promotion and spending. I didn't expect that it would only barely reach a quarter of this dream scenario.

A dream game that was only released two or three days ago already has such a strong siphoning effect; other quiz games must be crying their eyes out.

Tianyuan's quiz game is now just another way of saying gambling. Without traffic, you can't scam money, and quiz hunters like Wang Chuyun can't earn any income either.

After checking the time, Wang Chuyun realized she could still work for three hours.

The schedule at Cultural High School is very flexible; many classes are optional, as long as you keep up with your grades.

As the top scorer in her second year of high school with 430 points, Wang Chuyun could skip almost all classes if she wanted, thus giving her more freedom to manage her time.

After confirming that she could skip the afternoon class, she sat down on the stone bench, turned on her phone, placed her hands on her knees, and drifted off to sleep again.

Sunlight gently falls, the mist is soft and warm, and the girl sinks into a dream, transforming into a hungry wolf, ready to tear apart and devour the flesh and blood of other hungry wolves.

She had only just begun to drift into the dream when she realized something was wrong.

Does a dream about answering questions really need to be this beautiful?
Before me stretched a sea of ​​flowers, with tulips of different colors intertwining and separating like ribbons.

A giant windmill stands tall in the distance, and behind a slightly ajar door are numerous treasure chests, enticing players to explore.

Where am I?!
Is this a dream about answering questions?
While Wang Chuyun was puzzled, she discovered that someone had drawn pictures in front of her with paint.

"Supplies will fall from the sky. Answer questions and receive supplies." "Defeat the others and be the last one standing."

"Be wary of the hypocrites among others; they must be eliminated first."

"The survival zone will keep shrinking, and if no winner is decided in fifteen minutes, everyone will die?"

The content of the image was very simple, and the countdown didn't even end after you finished looking at it.

Wang Chuyun still couldn't understand how a perfectly normal dream about answering questions had turned into this.
Besides yourself, there are thirty-nine other players here.

Although these players cannot communicate, they are constantly observing the people around them, seemingly trying to find out something.

Thinking about the content of the painting, Wang Chuyun quickly realized that they were looking for the so-called fake person.

(These people are clearly experienced travelers. Why are they so serious? Is it because the fake people are dangerous?)

The simple reasoning amused Wang Chuyun, and the hidden danger gave her a different feeling, but it was still a bit far from being truly interesting.

Once everyone is present, the countdown begins and continues until it reaches zero.

At this moment, the competition officially began, and each player seemed to fly into the sky like a dandelion seed, and then slowly descended in the air.

During the descent, Wang Chuyun quickly mastered the method of controlling his body and thus the direction of descent.

As she landed, a large number of light spots began to fall, and many players began to gather towards them, preparing to loot the area thoroughly after landing.

In addition, some players are also drifting towards different buildings where there are locked safes. These safes can be unlocked quickly by answering questions, but the process is not invincible and players will still be attacked by other players.

As a top scorer with a total score of 430 and a cultural score of 97, Wang Chuyun figured out how to play the game while still in the air, and then knew what his best strategy was.

"Land and abandon the aerial resupply, because it's the most conspicuous place."

"Move quickly towards the building, find the safe, open it, and then you can wreak havoc."

"Remember the time after you acquire each weapon, and you need to have some expectations about the outcome. Okay, I know how to exploit this dream."

Wang Chuyun, full of confidence, had just landed and was about to take action when she noticed a guy in a swimsuit staring at her.

The moment their eyes met, Wang Chuyun realized something was wrong with this guy.

Although the other person's model is beautiful, their eyes are unfocused and they have an unsettling smile on their face, which may be what others call a fake.

Even so, I can still...

Click!

With a sharp crack, Wang Chuyun saw that her arm had been broken by the other party with a stone, hanging limply to one side.

Although the art style was cute and there was little pain, Wang Chuyun was dumbfounded by the other party's act of killing without warning.

Especially since the other party's expression didn't change at all before they made a move, Wang Chuyun felt a sense of physical disgust and aversion.

So, is this still a quiz game?

　Requesting votes at midnight!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)