I really don't want to work in the world of weird rules!

A nauseating stench filled the studio.

In the center of the spotlight, a bipedal monster with a pig's head slowly stepped out.

That body was emaciated.

Where a human head should have been, a huge dead pig's head was sewn on, with foul blood constantly oozing from the empty eye sockets.

[Wait a minute. This is a very taciturn artist. Ah! Look, the teacher's equipment is coming in!]

Thirteen enormous pure silver trays were suspended by steel wires and slowly lowered from mid-air.

The round silver plate is engraved with intricate and bizarre patterns.

Those were faces screaming at the top of their lungs, hanging densely along the edge like bunches of grapes.

Now, let's meet the contestants who applied to join the choir!

The platform beneath my feet lit up with blinding lights one after another.

On each of the six platforms stood a living person with a deathly pale face.

[Did you all see those familiar faces from last week? Haha, can those players who held onto their 99-game winning streak achieve their 100th in this new round?]

[Please tune in! The answer will be revealed soon!]

Wow!

Although the stands were completely empty, the cheers filled the entire space mechanically and monotonously.

However, this debut honor should naturally belong to the first challenger!

The host walked straight up to an unfamiliar employee.

The employee wearing the mole mask shrank back in fright.

Please listen to the question.

The lights are flashing.

Which of the following organisms has the longest lifespan?

1. Pig

2. Humanity

3. Rabbit

4. Fleas

The mole mask trembled violently, its voice shaking uncontrollably.

"Humans. Choose option 2, humans!"

[Correct answer!]

A clear sense of relief shone through the eye openings of the mole mask.

Gu Changyuan watched all of this with a cold eye. In a normal "Tuesday Quiz Show", the next contestant would have been immediately moved on to the next round amidst cheers.

But in this entirely new death scenario, the process has already changed.

[Congratulations on passing the test, Mr. Mole!]

The pig-headed conductor, bleeding from all seven orifices, raised his withered arm high and swung his silver baton down violently.

With a chilling tearing sound, the mole mask, along with the entire head, suddenly flew off the body, as if it had been ripped off by an invisible hand.

This will be an absolutely beautiful harmony!

A dull thud echoed as the car crashed to the ground.

The headless corpse, like a puppet with its strings cut, slumped to the floor below the platform.

Gu Changyuan's Adam's apple swayed violently.

The bloodied head slowly floated into the air and landed steadily in the center of the silver plate.

His mouth was still opening and closing.

The conductor awakens the latent artistic talent in each participant. It's incredible, simply a miracle.

The pig-headed monster spread its arms, and a sharp, high-pitched whistling sound suddenly burst from its open mouth.

"A human...a human being, a human being, a human being!!!"

The noise was as if someone was using a living person's vocal cords as a woodwind instrument and playing it wildly without regard for the consequences.

Our first choir member is finally here!

The hellish choral rehearsals thus began.

That head could only repeat its last words, like a broken tape recorder, endlessly looping them.

>The Living Sacrifice Choir

It consists of a conductor and thirteen silver discs that he summons.

The silver platter was used to display the heads of contestants selected from the "Tuesday Quiz Show" segment.

The fused heads will transform into musical instruments, continuously repeating the last words uttered in life, forming a bizarre a cappella chorus.

The highest number of skulls ever recorded is seven.

Side effects of a single skull fragment: may induce mild headaches, anxiety, and mood swings.

If we only read these as written records in black and white.

They would probably think that, since there is only one head, the side effects are still within an acceptable range by the standards of such a horrific event.

But once you're actually there, this absurd sense of wishful thinking will be completely shattered.

Just like that employee who faced the impact of the sound waves.

He covered his ears, knelt down in agony, and howled at the top of his lungs.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

The smell of burning permeated the air.

The lights on another platform went out, and the charred corpses clung tightly to the floor.

The head suspended on the silver plate continued to sing its mournful song tirelessly.

"Humans, humankind, choose 2, humans, oh humans!"

[Next up is yet another new face: Mr. Jellyfish! Let's wait and see if he can create some wonderful sparks with the new members!]

Please listen to the question.

"I don't know! I don't know the answer!"

The unidentified jellyfish mask completely collapsed, and it started yelling at the top of its lungs before the question was even finished.

His survival instinct led him to mistakenly believe that answering a question incorrectly would at most result in some punishment, which was better than having his head ripped off.

[That's really unexpected!]

Gu Changyuan observed coldly; his judgment was indeed astonishing.

But it's meaningless.

【disuse.】

The head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Blood and flesh rained down like festive fireworks under the flashing, rotating colored lights of the studio.

The sound effects of canned food rang out at the right moment, a mixture of regretful sighs and gloating cheers, filling the entire space.

Oh dear, what a pity, I didn't pass the assessment!

It seems he won't be joining our wonderful choir!

Gu Changyuan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

The rules have completely changed.

There is no punishment mechanism at all; if you can't answer the question, the only outcome is death.

He blinked his dry eyes.

A strong sense of absurdity swept over me.

Within just five minutes of the start, half the people at the scene were dead.

What's even more desperate is that there isn't even an exit here.

Only three are still alive.

Yang Shiyin and Han Yan from Group D.

And himself.

Next up, let's see who the next challenger is! They're all familiar faces!

A detail that had been deliberately forgotten suddenly surfaced in my mind.

Gu Changyuan suddenly came to his senses.

He had never seen the names of these two D-team superiors in "The Mysterious Exploration Record".

Just like Gao Xinying, a fellow trainee from the same cohort, she left no trace.

He recalled his initial guess when he first heard Gao Xinying's name.

Either you're incredibly lucky and manage to deal with the strange phenomena early enough to resign and ensure your safety.

Either they died too young, leaving no value for record-keeping.

Mr. Badger!

Han Yan's name was the first to be called out.

Standing at the farthest point, Han Yan's jaw was clenched, and his face was as white as if it were covered with a layer of wall plaster.

The countdown to death has begun. My turn is coming soon.

[It's your turn to answer!]

No.

We can't just wait to die like this!

Taking advantage of the platform as cover, Gu Changyuan punched himself hard in the stomach.

The excruciating pain spread along my nerves, forcefully dispelling the surging fear in my mind.

Now is not the time to be afraid; making any excuses is futile.

In this situation, mere fear is of no use.

It was a disaster.

It's like the suffocating sense of oppression you feel when facing a tsunami or earthquake.

It's like being caught in an unpredictable natural disaster; if you panic, your chances of survival will completely disappear.

You must always remember that among this group of people, you have the highest probability of survival!

My brain is racing, I need to calm down!

He held intelligence in his hands and also possessed tools to save his life.

【Mr. Badger, are you ready?】