Rebirth is fine, but I get eight hundred dollars right from the start?

Zhao Yicheng: "?"

The training room fell silent instantly.

"Holy crap, where did those bricks come from?"

"It fell from the sky? There were no warnings at all!"

"This game is bugged!"

The live chat exploded at the same time.

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[Hahahaha, I knew it wouldn't be that simple!]

[Is this Super Mario? This is Super Darkness!]

[Bricks falling from the sky?! Zhao Yicheng was dumbfounded.]

[You production team, technical team, come out here! I promise I won't kill you.]

[Haha, the first signs are emerging!]

Zhao Yicheng stared at the screen for two seconds, his lips twitched slightly, and then he pressed restart.

This time he learned his lesson. He stopped in front of the steps, observed for two seconds to make sure there was no movement above him, and then carefully jumped up. As soon as his feet touched the ground, nothing happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking forward.

Then he jumped the second step.

As soon as they landed, a pixelated monster "whooshed" out of a green water pipe next to them. It was many times faster than the mushroom monster from before, and it charged straight at them. The little guy couldn't dodge in time and was "smack" knocked off the screen.

Game over.

Zhao Yicheng tightened his grip on the game controller; he seemed to understand the content of this training segment of the program.

The young man took a deep breath and pressed restart for the third time.

This time, he tested the waters beforehand, ignoring anything that seemed strange and avoiding anything that appeared to be a trap.

It took him almost three minutes to finally reach the finish line of the first checkpoint.

The flag is right in front of you; just one more jump and you'll pass the level.

"The first hurdle is right in front of us!"

He pressed the jump button.

The little man jumped up, and just as he was about to touch the flag, a row of sharp spikes suddenly shot out from under the flag and flew upwards at an extremely fast speed. The little man fell from mid-air and was impaled on the flag with a "plop".

Game over.

Three lives gone.

I failed the first test.

Zhao Yicheng removed his hands from the handles, leaned back in his chair, his face still expressionless, but the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

A few suppressed laughs came from behind, but they were quickly suppressed.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

[Hahahaha, there were spikes hidden under the flag at the finish line! Is this something a human would do?!]

[Zhao Yicheng: I've never felt this frustrated even in ranked matches.]

This game is purely designed to disgust people; it has nothing to do with skill, it's pure mental torture.

I finally understand. This game doesn't test your hands, it tests your heart.

On the other side, the top five contestants are also fighting for their lives.

Fang Han remained calm, seemingly unaffected by Zhao Yicheng's failure.

He began the first challenge.

The first time, after dodging two traps, he was killed by falling bricks from the sky when he reached a dead end.

The second time, he successfully avoided the strange impact from the water pipe, but unexpectedly, after dodging it, a gap suddenly appeared under his feet—he fell to his death.

"???"

"It's actually a series of traps?"

There wasn't such a gap when Zhao Yicheng was working.

Who exactly did HWG hire to create this training game? Is the opponent really in good mental condition?

The third time, he ran in front of the flag and was killed by spikes.

However, Fang Han remained silent throughout, his eyes filled with contemplation on how to pass the level.

Then he pressed restart and attempted a second round of three lives.

The fourth time opening the first level—

"Wow!"

A gasp arose from the crowd.

Because Fang Han had dodged the flag perfectly this time, he didn't jump when he reached the flag.

He made the little figure take two steps forward, then immediately return, wait two seconds until the spikes flew out, and then jump up again.

Spikes appeared, but the little man dodged them, passing right over them and bumping into the flag.

With a crisp "ding," the screen flashed, and the first level was passed.

The training room was quiet for a moment, then a low murmur arose.

Fang Han stood up and gave Qin Yijie a look that said, "It's your turn."

"Alright, Lao Fang, watch my performance."

Qin Yijie was a bit more mischievous than the previous two. His first encounter with the official fan cafe was when he died, and he cursed "Holy shit!"

The second time it was triggered, she immediately started criticizing the show's designers, saying, "Seriously, is it really reasonable for you to cram so much stuff into the first round?"

When he died for the third time, Qin Yijie shut his mouth and closed his eyes to think.

Then the fourth and fifth place finishers also took their turn.

One died in the hidden pit in the first act, and the other survived the first act but was killed by three consecutive traps at the beginning of the second act.

Of the top five, Fang Han and Qin Yijie passed the first round, while Zhao Yicheng and the other two did not.

The people behind them finally understood.

It seems impossible to pass the game by rote memorization at the end. Everyone has different operating habits and triggers different mechanisms, which will lead to a series of chain reactions.

In other words, there is no foolproof solution.

"Alright, the top five have all finished their performances."

Qi Zhanming clapped his hands. "The rest of you find your own computers, one for each person, and start simultaneously. The screen will switch to the main control panel; I can see everyone's progress from here. The timer starts now, with a two-hour time limit. Anyone who hasn't passed the first stage before lunch will have points deducted!"

The remaining twenty-odd people scattered and found their respective computers to sit down.

The training room fell silent instantly, with only the clattering of keyboards and controllers being pressed, occasionally punctuated by a few muffled curses.

Luo Yu went to his computer in the corner, and the pixelated screen of the first level popped up.

"Take it easy, be steady, and you'll get through it."

He kept telling himself this.

Then begin the operation.

The first time, I was bounced up by a brick falling from the sky.

The second time, after dodging the pipe monster's attack, I plunged headlong into a dead end.

The third time, he ran to the flag, imitated Fang Han, took two steps back, and jumped—

Spikes appeared, but he jumped a fraction of a second too late. The little man's toes grazed the edge of the spikes, and he fell heavily to the ground without touching the flag.

Luo Yu stared at the big red "Game Over" on the screen, his hand gripping the controller so tightly it creaked.

He muttered a curse under his breath, brought his face close to the screen, rubbed his fingers incessantly on the controller, and stared intently at the pixelated figure.

Again!

I don't believe it anymore.

The fourth time, he was more cautious than before, pausing after each step to test the waters and observe before proceeding. He ran over the first step, but there were no bricks.

After running over the second step, there were no monsters.

Hold your breath, run to the flag, take two steps back, pause for a second, and jump—

The spikes reappeared. The little man was stabbed to death again.

"Gaia!!!"

Luo Yu slammed his hand on the table.

Several athletes nearby glanced at him, then silently turned back to continue their training.

Luo Yu's chest heaved several times. He buried his face in his hands and rubbed them vigorously before sitting up straight again.

The fifth time... the sixth time... the seventh time...