SIATOWITF Chapter 91

Chapter 91: A Chaotic Ballroom, Losder’s Mental Breakdown…

Chapter 91: A Chaotic Ballroom, Losder’s Mental Breakdown…

The delicacies on the long table emitted steaming heat, but the guests filling the high stools remained silent.

“Lords,” the witch began, picking up a glass of red liquid and gently swirling it. Her slender fingertips against the glass appeared even whiter.

“My name is Losder,” Losder nearly broke down. He pinched his fingers with all his might to stop himself from cursing out loud.

“Oh, I know. So what?” The witch tilted her glass, and as the vibrant wine spilled onto the pure white tablecloth, a large patch of red bloomed.

It resembled freshly spilled blood.

“I’m very dissatisfied with your design of this instance,” she sneered. “The Mad Tea Party has always been hosted by me, and only a witch can host an S-level Mad Tea Party. The pattern on this tablecloth isn’t a common pattern for banquets.”

“There’s no pattern on the tablecloth,” Losder looked at the tablecloth and found nothing unusual. The pure white tablecloth only had a simple gold-threaded border.

“You’re nitpicking,” he smiled.

Damn it, even an S-level nitpicking made him incredibly excited.

“Need some suggestions?” The witch raised an eyebrow.

“Of course, it’s my honor,” Losder stood up and bowed like a gentleman.

“Firstly, the pattern of the tablecloth should be uniform, otherwise it will look ugly.” The witch casually pointed at the large red stain.

“Secondly,” the tablecloth suddenly twisted, and countless thorns pierced through it, growing wildly along her hand. Large, vibrant roses bloomed arrogantly, as if they were saturated with blood.

“The host of a banquet wouldn’t allow blood and limb fragments to be mixed into her carefully prepared drinks.”

“Finally, the number of guests actually present must not exceed the number of invited guests.” With a wave of her hand, the thorns entangled and shot into the sky, towards the guest sitting next to the snake.

*Pfft*…

The guest’s chest was completely pierced, and large roses instantly bloomed all over his body.

The snake sat to the side, and a few scattered spots of dark red blood splashed onto the side of his face, quickly absorbed by the roses that pressed against him.

“I am enlightened,” Losder bowed again. “In the original plot, this guest was indeed assassinated by a dancer for arriving uninvited and violating etiquette, but… his original position was taken.”

The witch withdrew her hand and wiped a smear of bright red from the corner of her lips.

“Confirmed,” the snake reached out and placed his finger on Ji Mo An’s wrist, his voice echoing in his mind.

“What?” Ji Mo An moved his eyes. The corpse sitting next to the snake had already been drained of blood by the roses, turning into a dried husk.

“The person Ellie killed, his blood was filled with a familiar scent. This attack is the limit before being crushed.”

“Also, don’t touch the tablecloth.”

Don’t touch the tablecloth… Ji Mo An looked at the other bosses. Except for the witch and Losder, the hands of the remaining three bosses were placed on their laps, not touching anything other than the floor and chairs.

“When I first went to the NHE base, Su Nai told me about the twelve experimental subjects that the Seer called away before he fell asleep. Those twelve experimental subjects never reappeared. I saw their faces clearly in her memories.”

“Are they these people?” Ji Mo An counted the numbers. There were many seats at this long table. Including the dead guest, there were twenty-five seats, all of which were filled.

However… the pattern of the tablecloth should be uniform. No wonder Alexa was fixated on this point.

She wasn’t talking about the pattern of the tablecloth, but the pattern on the guests’ masks.

Twelve.

Twelve of the guests had no star pattern on their masks, including the dead one.

Ji Mo An remembered that the patterns on the masks that had fallen to the ground seemed to have lunar elements in addition to stars.

That’s how it is in the instance… Ji Mo An tried hard to change his thinking.

Any detail in the instance could turn into a bridge to success or failure.

If a boss wanted to launch an attack, a precondition had to be triggered, even if that condition was somewhat far-fetched.

What about the rest then…?

Ji Mo An looked up at the head seat. The translucent youth nodded slightly.

Not at him, but at the snake.

“Twelve experimental subjects, intermixed with BCD-level boss flesh mutations, seven player mutants, mixed with AB-level boss flesh mutations.” The next second, the snake’s voice rang in his ears again.

“Will Seventh Bureau be okay?” Ji Mo An suddenly thought of Rhys. “They also have boss flesh…”

“No.”

“The flesh fused into their bodies belongs to bosses of A+ level or higher. Most of them were created by the Father God, so they are relatively stable and won’t devour the host’s consciousness, especially Rhys.”

“The ones that can drop to Earth and still run away are basically high-level bosses. The low-level ones are crushed during the drop.”

“What’s next?” Ji Mo An kicked away the leg that was secretly hooking his.

“See what happens. We don’t know what plan he has.” The snake began to observe secretly.

“Tell me in advance if you’re going to make trouble. I can’t keep up with your boss thinking,” Ji Mo An kicked away the leg that was trying to hook him again.

“There’s no such thing as boss thinking. This Losder isn’t the real body. Just find the real body and kill him.”

“Behave yourself.” The snake’s scales felt exactly the same as the toe that was rubbing his ankle. Ji Mo An glared at the snake.

“Huh?” The snake looked blank.

“Stop rubbing me with your foot.”

“I didn’t move,” the snake said, even more bewildered.

Ji Mo An looked down and saw that the snake was indeed sitting properly, his knees still.

“…” Then who was rubbing him?

Suddenly, his ankle turned cold.

The tip of the shoe that was rubbing him seemed to be broken, spewing out a large amount of mucus. The cold, sticky liquid filled his pants leg and even climbed all the way up his calf.

Ji Mo An instantly exploded.

The next second, a huge force came from below, dragging his whole body under the table.

Ji Mo An wanted to curse. His calf and wrist were simultaneously entangled by something like tentacles, and black, sticky liquid instantly enveloped his entire body.

The snake also exploded. He directly overturned the table, and a plate of spaghetti landed precisely on Losder’s head.

“What is this!” The snake grabbed Ji Mo An’s other hand and pulled out a black knife from the air, stabbing it into the wriggling tentacles.

“You stabbed my leg!” Ji Mo An was fine at first, but the blade grazed his calf. He didn’t know if it was cut by the knife or strangled by the tentacles, but his leg was in great pain.

“Impossible, there’s no way I could have stabbed you!” The snake raised the black knife and hacked at the tentacles, causing them to scream miserably.

“No, wait a minute…” In the midst of the miserable screams, Ji Mo An suddenly shivered.

Such a familiar voice…

“Guild Leader, Guild Leader, Guild Leader, Guild Leader…” Mucus enveloped half of his head, and a low sob carried a heavy accent.

“Who are you?” Ji Mo An was suffocating from the strangulation. Every time the snake chopped down with the knife, the thing wailed and screamed loudly.

The scene was extremely chaotic. The bosses on the right side of the long table had just climbed out from under the overturned table, and the completely disordered NPC began to shout with their heads in their hands.

Ruined, all ruined. He must be out of his mind to choose to use a copy to retaliate against the boss. He…he just wanted to use the copy to prove that he was no worse than an S-class!

Losder tore off the plate of spaghetti on his head and slammed it hard on the ground.

“Everyone stop!” he shouted.

*Pfft*, a dancer wearing a butterfly mask stabbed him in the waist with a butterfly knife.

“…” Losder turned his head grimly, and a pile of spaghetti fell from his head, covering his glasses.

“I told you two to stop too!” Ji Mo An finally couldn’t help but yell. Powerful ability poured out of his body, instantly covering the banquet hall.

Gravity Disorder.

The overturned table shot into the sky, and the already ruined dishes floated everywhere.

The disordered experimental NPC writhed in the air, and the dancers and attendants floated around like broken machines.

“Guild Leader, Guild Leader, Guild Leader, Guild Leader…” The scaled tentacle monster, spewing black water, was forced away from Ji Mo An by gravity.

His body felt lighter, and his ears were much quieter.

So Ji Mo An turned around and punched the snake, who was breathing softly.

The snake covered his head, holding his knife, and instantly looked pitiful.

Xuan Bai must have cut him. Ji Mo An pulled up his wet pants leg, and his calf was covered with marks from being strangled.

There really was no knife wound.

“…” Okay, he had wronged the snake.

But Ji Mo An didn’t feel sorry. He just felt that it was a mistake to come along.

“Excuse me, can you take back your ability?” The witch floated over from the side, her expression as usual.

“Sorry,” Ji Mo An raised his hand and pressed down, and the ability was instantly withdrawn.

The witch fell to the ground with a thud.

Everything floating in the sky fell down, and the plates shattered all over the floor, making the already chaotic banquet hall even more messy.

Losder took off his glasses and shook them, but the spaghetti was stuck in the cracks and wouldn’t move.

“…” That pile of spaghetti was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back. Losder completely broke down. He threw his glasses on the ground and disappeared into the messy banquet hall.

“He seems to have broken down.” Yu Li fearfully touched his glasses. These were his most precious pair, and if they were covered in spaghetti, he would have a mental breakdown too.

“Remove the ‘seems’,” Yun Chuan had turned back to the size of a palm the moment the table was overturned and hid in Nan Sheng’s hair, becoming the cleanest being in the room.

“If you’re bad, practice more. Typical inertia thinking. If it were me, I wouldn’t build a dungeon.” The witch stood up from the ground.

“Sit.” The snake, who had been beaten, dragged a chair and placed it beside Ji Mo An’s legs, and then actively knocked out the NPCs and piled them on the ground.

“Do you know how long it takes for an A-level dungeon to be created and run?” Yun Chuan watched Ji Mo An sit down and floated in front of his eyes.

“I don’t know.” Ji Mo An surveyed the banquet hall, which looked like a garbage dump, and strangely empathized with Losder.

“After the dungeon is created, a regulatory system needs to be implanted to record data to ensure that every piece of land is within the monitoring range, and then it is pre-opened. First, experienced bosses of the same level play the main role, and staff members play the players to conduct clearance tests. Simulate all players failing to clear the dungeon, one player clearing the dungeon successfully, two players clearing the dungeon successfully, until all players clear the dungeon successfully. The above operations must be repeated five times to check the feasibility. Then the dungeon is handed over to the real dungeon boss, and the former players personally guide the plot until all unexpected scenarios are simulated before the dungeon is pre-opened. The players selected for the pre-opened dungeon are all honest players who clear the dungeon. After confirming that the dungeon boss can independently bear the dungeon, the dungeon will be opened to players of the corresponding level, and players will be randomly selected and placed.”

Yun Chuan said a lot in one breath.

“You mean…” Ji Mo An rubbed his brow. It was too chaotic and he couldn’t understand at all. The other party’s speech speed was as fast as if it had been doubled.

“The central idea is that this kind of situation should be within Losder’s simulation plan, and has nothing to do with us.” Yu Li summarized.

“…” That was to disclaim responsibility.

Ji Mo An understood, but he felt that getting to this point was completely inseparable from the bosses.

“Guild Leader, Guild Leader, Guild Leader, Guild Leader…” A wailing sound came from the side again.

“You, come back here. No noise,” Ji Mo An glared at the snake who ran over to step on the tentacles.

The snake obediently ran back, and the tentacles were as quiet as chickens.

A huge pile of tentacles gurgled over and pitifully lay down at Ji Mo An’s feet.

“Bobos, he has your scent on him,” the witch frowned.

“Impossible, he only has a bad smell on him,” Xuan Bai retorted immediately.

“Snake, snake, snake, snake…” The thing shook its scaled tentacles at the snake.

“By the way, where did Nan Sheng go?” The witch suddenly looked up, searching left and right but couldn’t find her little sister in the fishtail skirt.