Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?
Chapter 306 - 255 Perfect Perspective (Monthly Ticket Extra)_2

Chapter 306: Chapter 255 Perfect Perspective (Monthly Ticket Extra)_2

9527: [You are currently approaching the test space of Candidate No. 2, and are subject to the rules of the Divine Staff Sheath. You will be unable to enter this test space, but you have full viewing rights. Candidates within the test space will not be able to detect your presence. Please be advised.]

So, because Wen Nan didn’t have any Fear Value, he glitched through a bug, and now, like a ghost, can drift around and has the best seat to watch the whole process of others taking their tests up close?

Doesn’t sound too bad?

Wen Nan took two steps to the side and saw a stranger in a locked room.

The man was about twenty years old, with striking golden shoulder-length hair and emerald green eyes, paired with a sharply defined face, a clear Caucasian descent.

Although he appeared to be an adult male from his facial features, he was wearing a middle school uniform—a dark blue blazer with a school badge, suit pants, and a white shirt, with a tie casually hung around his neck.

Looking around the men’s restroom, from the decor style, it also looked like a school public toilet.

It seemed that the exclusive test space constructed by the Divine Staff Sheath for this person was a memory of his middle school years but retained the appearance and body of the character he used in this instance.

So, this blonde-haired, green-eyed adult male Wen Nan was seeing now was how Candidate No. 2 appeared in this instance.

With such looks, he’d definitely stand out in a crowd, so Wen Nan surely hadn’t seen him before.

Who exactly was he?

Just as the question surfaced in his mind, a crisp and continuous "ding, ding, ding" began to ring in Wen Nan’s head.

Startled, Wen Nan followed the sound to check his system and found that the faction card he’d previously placed in the equipment spare slot was now flashing with interwoven gold and silver light, urging the contestant to check it as soon as possible.

Wen Nan clicked open the card and saw on the card labeled [Traitor], a line of small text appeared—

[The contestant bound to this faction card is located within 5 meters of you. Please remain vigilant!]

The traitor Wei Zhe, who has never shown his face, is the Candidate No. 2 standing in front of him now?

No wonder he always manipulated various females and players from behind the scenes; with such a face, appearing near the campus was indeed too conspicuous.

But speaking of it, this traitor Wei Zhe, possessing such powerful skills to control women and holding a Fragment of the Divine Staff, surely a player of not low rank, why come to an intermediate instance?

Could it be... he was after the Divine Staff Sheath?

Who exactly is this person?

Wen Nan stepped closer towards the test space direction, half-squatting down to scrutinize Wei Zhe’s face.

Fair skin, somewhat handsome looks, especially those lake-like green eyes, surely quite charming to the ladies.

Wen Nan’s gaze followed Wei Zhe’s eyes, moving slowly to a tear mole under his right eye corner.

A man with a tear mole is quite rare.

Just as he was thinking, he saw Wei Zhe’s body suddenly jerk forward, lifting his arm as if to swing towards Wen Nan.

Wen Nan instinctively tilted his head back and stepped away, only to recollect that Wei Zhe couldn’t see him; the sudden motion wasn’t directed at him.

Wei Zhe slightly turned his head, his eyes warily fixed on the gap of the cubicle door as if carefully discerning the commotion from the restroom entrance.

And in his raised hand, he was holding a sharp-tipped object.

Upon first glance, it looked somewhat like a spindle, wrapped in threads in the middle, and with Wei Zhe’s finger movements, threads were drawn out one by one, slowly entwining around his fingertips.

Not sure if this was Wei Zhe’s skill or equipment, but presumably, this was the means he used to control those female characters, something like soul threads.

Clack.

A sound came from outside the restroom, and immediately, the old wooden door creaked open.

A giant foot stepped out from the darkness, and with a thud, the ground trembled.

Wen Nan turned his head towards the entrance and saw a body twice his size squeezing in—

It was a puppet.

A three-meter-high giant puppet clad in intricately designed wizard robes, emanating a faint purple light, with two emerald gemstones embedded as eyes on its round wooden head, with a black dot just below the right eye.

As the giant puppet squeezed into the restroom, a line of words instantly appeared above Wei Zhe’s head—

[Fear Value: 86; Lust Value: 0; Conversion Rate: 0.]

This oddly styled puppet was the most fearsome figure in Wei Zhe’s deep memory?

His Fear Value for this puppet reached as high as 86; is this player a victim of the Uncanny Valley effect?

Just as he thought, the massive puppet precisely stepped to the cubicle door where Wei Zhe was and halted.

Wei Zhe sat stiffly on the toilet inside the cubicle, motionless, but his breath became uncontrollably heavier.

Just a door’s distance from the restroom passage, the puppet, due to its immense size, bent its body within the now cramped space, its head almost against the door.