Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?
Chapter 309 - 256: Drill Into It

Chapter 309: Chapter 256: Drill Into It

White skin, black long hair, a high nose bridge, slightly parted rosy lips...

Just like candidate No. 2, Wei Zhe, candidate No. 1 had retained their in-instance appearance—

The appearance of Minmin.

Wen Nan’s gaze moved from the other person’s eyes, covered with a black cloth, slowly down to the collarbone, then to the lace border below, and finally to the slightly protruding sheer fabric at the bottom...

The lighting in the storeroom was too poor to see clearly, but based on countless experiences, Wen Nan guessed that the model of the character Minmin in this instance seemed to have been made into a purely female body?

However, in any case, this small test space should be extracted from player Jun Wuming’s past memories.

Earlier, in candidate No. 2’s test space, upon seeing the Western-style middle school uniform on the other person, Wen Nan immediately determined it was Wei Zhe’s memory of being bullied at school.

But now, the person before him, Wen Nan couldn’t distinguish which age’s memory they had entered into—it was indeed a case of a handy craftsman unable to cook without rice.

Lost in thought, the sounds of cooking and the range hood in the nearby kitchen suddenly stopped.

Wen Nan turned his head towards the kitchen and saw the faceless woman carrying a plate of freshly stir-fried hot food, humming a tune as she walked towards the storeroom.

Wen Nan remained still, standing right where he could see the person inside through the crack of the door.

The faceless woman completely ignored Wen Nan, stood by the door, raised her hand, and gently tapped the door of the storeroom with her fingertip.

Upon hearing the knocking, the person inside, tied up, shuddered in fear, instinctively wanting to retreat, but their hands were restrained, unable to break free, only causing the chains to clink and clatter.

Hearing the sound of chains, the faceless woman let out a satisfied laugh and called out inside, "Sweetie, in this exam, you missed just 1 point in math, 1 point in physics, and 2 points in Chinese, that’s 4 points in total, 1 hour for each point, 4 hours in total. Once you reflect enough, I’ll let you out right away."

The faceless woman’s voice was very calm, and the person in the storeroom didn’t give any response, not even a sound.

The faceless woman seemed a bit dissatisfied and added, "Oh right, sweetie, Daddy’s urn is right by your feet, he’ll be watching over you in the room, too. If you don’t reflect well, Daddy will be sad, you know."

Upon hearing this, there was finally a faint sound of chains moving from the storeroom, as the person inside tiptoed, trying hard to move away from the cold little box beside them.

Only then did the faceless woman nod in satisfaction. Soon, above the storeroom, a line of text appeared—[Fear Value: 14; Desire Value: 0; Conversion Rate: 0.]

Clearly, Jun Wuming wasn’t afraid of much, the Divine Staff Sheath could only draw a highest Fear Value of 14 from his memories, even lower than Wei Zhe’s highly reduced Fear Value after successfully defeating the giant puppet.

But was he afraid of this faceless woman, or the fact of being locked in a dark room?

If it’s the faceless woman he fears, then this problem is simple, as long as Jun Wuming’s fear of this faceless woman turns into desire.

However, if it’s the fact of being locked in a dark room that he’s afraid of... should the dark room be dealt with? It’s not something Guan Ailin transformed from, how could it evoke desire?

Speaking of which, is this Jun Wuming’s childhood trauma? Missing one point in an exam means being locked in a dark room for an hour? What kind of parents are so twisted? Growing up in such an environment, it’s no wonder that person always looks so expressionless. It’s strange not to develop a splintered personality disorder.

But being locked in a dark room is one thing, why strip someone of their clothes? Those racks, those ropes, those shackles... it feels slightly out of place with the current residence, like a patchwork product.

But on second thought, it’s no big deal; after all, it’s a test illusion. Discrepancies between memory, dreams, and reality are quite normal. Just like in candidate No. 2’s test space just now, the giant puppet appeared in a middle school restroom where school bullying took place, which was also very discordant.

As Wen Nan was thinking, he saw the faceless woman carrying her freshly cooked dish into the living room, sitting on the sofa, placing the dish down, removing the apron, and then starting to watch the news while eating alone.

Retracting his gaze, Wen Nan looked back at the storeroom.

Minmin seemed much calmer than Wei Zhe had been earlier. If it weren’t for the fine sweat covering her body, Wen Nan might have suspected she was getting used to that narrow, dark environment and was about to fall asleep inside.

A drop of sweat condensed on her forehead, slid down her pale cheek to her chin, then dripped from her chin, soaking the lace at her chest.

Wen Nan stared at the already soaked white lace in silence for a moment. Suddenly, a faint light flickered in the room.

His gaze lifted towards the source of the light, discovering that in Minmin’s bound palm, there was a faint glimmer of golden light.

Is that... the Root Breaking Slash?

The golden light sword gradually solidified in her palm, and the moment her slender fingers gripped the hilt, the text suspended from the ceiling changed instantly—

[Fear Value: 12; Desire Value: 0; Conversion Rate: 0.]

Wen Nan was slightly taken aback.