Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

"You bastard... dare you repeat what you just said?"

The witch gritted her teeth, making a cracking sound, her eyes burning with rage as if she wanted to devour Wu Wangsheng alive.

The Xie Zhi, on the other hand, was somewhat helpless.

He even showed a relieved expression.

If it's this guy, then it's not surprising. Or rather, I should have thought of this bizarre and abstract thing from the beginning. Only Yan Shuangying could do something like this.

After all, the Wanbao Auction was such a grand and solemn occasion, and the castle and square had existed for who knows how many years. How could the benches have just been painted?
However... the fact that Yan Shuangying would bring paint into a place like this and still carry it in his backpack is giving Xie Zhi a bit of a headache.

As for Qin Shusheng, who was the first to fall victim, he immediately raised an eyebrow and grasped the crux of the problem—

"You said half an hour ago? The admission tickets only went on sale a few minutes ago. How did you manage to get in early?" Qin Shusheng's tone was somewhat subtle.

He certainly didn't believe that Yan Shuangying could quietly break through the Gentleman Penguin's restrictions.

If this mysterious merchant of treasures could be so easily sneaked into his auction house, his treasury would probably have been emptied long ago.

It's like this: everyone knows there's money in the bank vault, so why don't people just go in and take it?
Of course, that's impossible!

"Well, that's a separate price," Wu Wang shrugged and smiled.

He turned and walked toward the castle not far away, waving his hand and saying, "Please sit down for a while, my people are here."

At this moment, at the entrance of the castle, the know-it-all walked out and nodded to Wu Wang, signaling him to come and meet him.

Watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Qin Shusheng and the witch exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of curiosity in each other's eyes.

The Xie Zhi seemed somewhat confused and subconsciously asked, "Who is that person?"

These words did not surprise the two of them.

Because very few players among the Calamity players know what Know-It-All really looks like; he always likes to wrap himself up, only showing his eyes, as if the blanket has come to life.

But it's clear they've met before.

That's why it's even more surprising that Wan Shi Tong is dressed like this today and is so close to Yan Shuang Ying.

Qin Shusheng squinted and said in a low voice, "Someone that everyone knows, but no one knows her identity."

"As expected, her relationship with that Wanbao merchant is quite special; otherwise, why would she dress up so elaborately?"

As a businessman himself, Qin Shusheng immediately sensed something amiss.

This Wanbao auction seems different from previous ones; I expect many unexpected things to happen.

brush--

No sooner had the words been spoken than a menacing figure rushed forward from the crowd, each step accompanied by angry stomping.

Although you can't tell who he is just by looking at his back, the large patch of brown paint on the back of his pants proves that this guy is also a victim of Wu Wang's pranks.

The bench he was sitting on wasn't far from here, and Wu Wang hadn't bothered to keep his voice down, so everything he said was clearly heard.

Seeing the guy who was painting the clothes turn around and walk away, he couldn't hold back any longer and decided to teach him a lesson, regardless of saving face.

"Stop right there, you bastard...you're pretty arrogant, aren't you?"

The aggressive-looking guy quickly caught up with Wu Wang, grabbed him by the collar, and said menacingly.

At this moment, people waiting to enter the castle all turned to look at them.

Even the victims who were still sitting in their chairs looked over with curious eyes.

Clearly, most of them knew of Yan Shuangying's reputation.

In any case, this prank was essentially just embarrassing and didn't cause any real damage.

Everyone figured it wasn't worth falling out with Yan Shuangying in this situation, and now that someone had taken the lead, they were happy to watch the show.

"You're not a player?"

Wu Wang ignored the threat of the other party grabbing his collar and almost lifting him up, and instead raised an eyebrow and asked calmly.

Under the [Vision of Truth], Wu Wang could not see the other player's ID or level.

Moreover, under the current circumstances, Wu Wang believes that the players who recognize him from the Spirit Disaster are unlikely to do something so foolish.

This should be a dungeon boss.

Sure enough, the tall figure leaned closer, slowly opening several eyes that had been barely visible before. His expression was filled with rage and a surge of power as he said, "So what if you're not? That doesn't stop me from tearing you to pieces..."

Before the words were finished, a figure in high heels walked up to the two of them.

The know-it-all asked, "Do you recognize him?"

Wu Wang shook his head.

Seeing that everyone was ignoring him like this.

How could this multi-eyed humanoid BOSS, who had been dominating his own world for countless years and was used to being looked up to and treated with utmost respect by others, possibly tolerate this?

A strange light flickered in his eyes, and an invisible force surged toward Wu Wang and Wan Shitong, determined to make these two arrogant guys pay the price.

However, faced with this attack that was so close yet started at zero frames.

The know-it-all simply watched the other party silently with a cold face, without offering any resistance.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the question mark on the lintel of the castle gate swayed slightly as she looked at it.

The next second, a ridiculously large question mark hat appeared out of thin air as if by magic.

It landed squarely on the head of the multi-eyed humanoid creature.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and grabbed the top hat as if trying to break free, but he could only be slowly stuffed into the top hat in full view of everyone, completely powerless to resist, just like when the know-it-all was taken away.

The only difference was that this time, the smell of blood quickly wafted from the top hat.

Clearly, it's not teleporting the other party.

A few seconds later, a head with a terrified expression rolled out from under the question mark hat.

At this moment, all the eye sockets on his face had become empty holes, and the eyeballs inside had disappeared.

A bloodstained admission ticket was stuck to the forehead of a head. This bizarre scene sent a chill down the spines of those who hadn't yet entered the castle and were observing the surroundings in the square.

They had no idea how the question mark hat appeared, nor did they realize what happened after the other person was swallowed.

It all happened like magic, in a very short time.

But one thing is certain—if everyone asked themselves if they were in that situation, they probably wouldn't fare much better.

The know-it-all lifted his foot and placed his high heel on the head, glancing around at the participants who were still in shock.

He said coldly, "Wanbao Auction House prohibits any form of violence or plunder. Whatever you want, you can only negotiate with words and then use the money in your pocket to make the transaction."

"Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk."

boom--

As soon as she finished speaking, the head beneath her feet exploded under her foot, blooming into a violent, blood-red rose on the square ground.

After saying that, the know-it-all turned and left.

Wu Wang shrugged behind her and said, "Sorry everyone, that's how it is when someone's protecting you. If you're not happy about it, you can go find a big brother to protect you too."

He then eagerly followed after them.

This smug, obnoxious vibe makes you feel even more suffocated.

While wondering what identity Wan Shitong held to speak on behalf of Wanbao Auction, they were also shocked by Yan Shuangying's methods and connections.

This guy has connections with Wanbao Auction?
Just after the two of them entered the castle.

Pillars of light continued to flash across the plaza, and more and more creatures from various dungeon worlds appeared.

When a group of people dressed in yellow hooded robes, like priestly attire, appeared in the pillar of light.

This immediately caused a disturbance in the surrounding area.

The reason was simple. These people all had a large inverted triangle symbol etched in blood on their robes.

They are members of the "Disaster Cult"!
The atmosphere in the square had not yet recovered from the previous crackdown, and it was instantly filled with tension again.

"Heh, these little brats don't even know the rules of Wanbao Auction House anymore?" The leader of the yellow-robed members looked at the bloodstains on the ground not far away and slowly took off his hood.

He revealed a white-haired, aged face, but the contempt in his eyes made those around him feel that the old man was exceptionally arrogant.

His four companions also mocked and laughed.

Ignoring the strange looks from those around them, the group walked toward the castle gate on their own.

Seeing this scene from afar, Xie Zhi instinctively clenched his fist and frowned, saying, "How dare the Disaster Sect appear so arrogantly in such a public place?"

Qin Shusheng shrugged helplessly and said, "Actually, this is essentially the private place of that mysterious businessman. Anyone who can get an admission ticket can come. He doesn't care what the participants' identities are."

"Besides, even if we really fought, you might not be able to beat that old guy. He is the highest-ranking member of the known Disaster Cult besides the leader. I estimate that apart from me and our Ash Witch, who combines strength and beauty, no one here can beat him."

Hearing Qin Shusheng's flattery.

The witch beside her sneered, "Praise me now? Too late! When you tricked me into sitting down, why didn't you remember I have power? After the auction, you'd better never come to the Tarot Club again, or I'll catch you."

Qin Shusheng chuckled.

He had acted like a jerk in front of the witch more than once or twice; such pranks were even more frequent when they were younger.

However, there was another person present at that time, and he was always the peacemaker.

That person was the director of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs—Qinglong.

Unfortunately, the days when the three of them could get together and play around will probably never come again.

Everyone is now carrying heavier and heavier burdens, and each is moving in their chosen direction towards a common goal.

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Wu Wang is currently unaware of these minor incidents happening in the square.

After he followed the know-it-all through the main gate of the castle, he saw an even more abstract scene.

A large group of penguins dressed as waiters stood on the other side behind the main entrance. Whenever a participant walked in, a waiter penguin would jump out and lead the participant to their destination.

It's obvious that these tiny penguins, which only reach waist height, are dedicated staff members sent by the auction house, one for each person.

However, they don't seem to be able to speak.

When a penguin wants to say something to the participants it serves, optical subtitles will appear on the small top hat it wears.

The all-knowing man explained, "They'll take you to a [capital verification] facility first, which means they'll check the value of the items and other things you plan to use as capital for this auction and exchange them for [Q coins], which are used for bidding in the auction..."

"Wait a minute!" Wu Wang interrupted, "What the hell is Q coins? Tencent is really a big hand of Fujiko F. Fujio."

In response, the know-it-all replied with a dark face: "Heh, in previous years it was called 'chips'. I don't know who instilled the concept of Q coins in Master Penguin. He was so happy that he called the asset value this time Q coins."

"Yan Shuangying, do you have any leads?"

Wu Wang immediately shook his head righteously and said, "I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Seeing the guy's slightly exaggerated manner, Know-It-All stared at his face and said, "Oh? Then why don't you dare look me in the eye when you say that?"

She knew it.

This guy had contact with his master and made some kind of deal.

Who is this person who dares to joke about Q coins in front of their master?

It’s so hard to guess.

Wu Wang: "...Haha, well, let's continue talking about what happened next. Do I have to go with them to verify the funds now?"

When it came to business, Know-It-All slightly composed himself and said calmly, "No need. You come with me to see Master first and finish talking about your business with him."

Led by her, the two broke away from the crowd and headed down another path.

Some participants witnessed this and tried to follow them quietly.

After all, Wu Wang and Wan Shitong's behavior in the square just now was too intriguing.

But whenever a participant tries to move, a little penguin always jumps out and blocks their way.

Optical subtitle reminders——

Please proceed to the right-hand passage for verification of funds.

A very few participants with skills such as invisibility still had a bit of wishful thinking and tried to bypass the little penguins and follow them.

Unexpectedly, the little penguin suddenly turned around and breathed on them, even though they had clearly disappeared.

"what!"

The sight of the dense barbs inside the mouth sent a chill down one's spine. The invisible guy immediately returned to his original position, deactivated his skill, and obediently followed along to verify his credentials.

The little penguins instantly reverted to their usual adorable and obedient appearance, and optical subtitles appeared—

Thank you for your cooperation.

Then, it waddled alongside its service targets, even using its adorable wings to hold their hands in case they got lost.

Participant: "..."

How the hell would they dare not cooperate?!

What can I do if you breathe on me? I can't exactly fight you, can I? The guy who was fighting outside just now had his head blown off and stained the square tiles red!

But the more they discriminate, the more they treat each other differently.

Their curiosity about Yan Shuangying and that mysterious woman grew stronger.

"We're here. You can go in by yourself."

On another quiet road, it didn't take long for Wan Shi Tong to lead Wu Wang to a door, and then he turned to leave.

Wu Wang raised an eyebrow and said, "Aren't you going in to listen? That's not like you."

In response, the knowledgeable person asked in confusion, "This is a deal between you and Penguin Master. It's his performance, not mine. What would I do inside?"

After saying that, she continued walking, her figure gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Wu Wang didn't pay much attention to it.

Looking at the door in front of me, I was about to raise my hand to politely knock and greet him. I even had a witty remark in my head about what I would say to Blackheart Penguin.

Unexpectedly, a voice that sounded like a half-smile suddenly came from inside the room—

"Human boy, you've finally arrived."

"So it was you who did this! I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Wu Wang: “?”

Holy crap! What did I do?!

How can you frame someone before even meeting them in person?
Although I don't know what the other person is talking about, after all, I've done too many bad things, but it's right to refute them first.

"Hey, I'm suing you for defamation..."

boom--

The door opened automatically.

An irresistible force surged forth and instantly pulled Wu Wang, who hadn't even finished speaking, inside, without him even showing the slightest sign of resistance.

boom--

The door is closed.

The corridor returned to calm.

As if nothing had happened... (End of Chapter)