Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?

Inside the Divine Staff Sheath, in Test Space No. 1, that tiny little storage room.

Wen Nan had just started and looked up at the number panel. The originally entranced expression immediately darkened—

[Fear Value: 4; Desire Value: 12; Conversion Rate: 75%.]

Wen Nan: ...

He was seriously going to condemn the test question bank of this Divine Staff Sheath. These questions were way too easy! Every time, a small mishap or slight loss of control, and he'd clear the level again!

Is this sensible? The qualification test for Sword Holder candidates, for such an important test question, how can they not make the difficulty the highest? This didn't respect the labor results of Great Demon Master Ah Rham at all!

Wen Nan was condemning in his heart, feeling a firm grip beneath him, and heard a few indistinct syllables from Yu Shujun next to his ear, then—

[Fear Value: 3; Desire Value: 13; Conversion Rate: 81.25%.]

Wen Nan: ...

Damn it, only three points left.

If this continued, he would soon have a perfect score again and be forced to "hand in the paper early."

No way.

Wen Nan hurriedly stepped back.

Yu Shujun, originally with his lashes down and brows slightly furrowed, sensed the person in front leaving, looked up, "Hmm... what..."

Wen Nan raised a hand, making a pause gesture, "Wait for me for a moment."

He walked to the side, supported a hand on the wall, lowered his head, let his eyes drop, and began to recall a scene from his childhood: old man Wang the butcher squatting in the yard next door, hands in a red basin, seriously washing pig intestines.

The thick and long pig intestines, pulled out from a steaming basin, squeezed skillfully by his hands, making a "puchi, puchi" sound, and then bubbles of excrement spurting onto the backyard mud ground.

Wen Nan imagined himself as that pig intestine, and what he faced was old man Wang's bald head and wrinkled smile...

Hmm, the effect was remarkable. He quickly calmed down.

Wen Nan returned and, under Yu Shujun's astonished gaze, continued his "pole vault."

After 5 minutes, the numbers above his head bounced again—

[Fear Value: 2; Desire Value: 14; Conversion Rate: 87.5%.]

Wen Nan forcefully closed his eyes and again imagined the excrement spraying from the pig intestine.

It didn't work.

This time, not even old man Wang could help him.

This won't do.

Wen Nan took half a step back again, looked seriously at Yu Shujun, with a gaze inexplicably carrying some condemnation.

Yu Shujun, feeling inexplicably tense from Wen Nan's gaze, held his fists nervously, lowering his lashes, his toes shifting awkwardly on the ground.

No one was more aware of what Wen Nan had done in the previous instance than Yu Shujun, but other than Wen Nan, Yu Shujun was like a blank slate.

While Wen Nan had abundant experience, Yu Shujun had no comparison.

That blame was instinctively attributed by Yu Shujun to dissatisfaction on Wen Nan's part.

As Yu Shujun was caught in a tangle of emotions, the next moment, a hand reached out, lifted Yu Shujun's chin, and gently wiped the drool from the corner of Yu Shujun's lips with his thumb, pressing it against the metal carving.

Yu Shujun's brows furrowed slightly, looking into Wen Nan's eyes for the first time, those eyes seemed unfathomable, completely unreadable.

Wen Nan's thoughts were actually quite simple—tsk, it's a pity, blocked by this round ball.

"It's a bit tricky..."

Yu Shujun: ?

Wen Nan raised his hand and released one of the chains binding Yu Shujun's wrist.

With one arm no longer restrained, Yu Shujun instinctively raised it, trying to remove the metal buckle tied at the back of his head.

However, before his fingers could touch the metal buckle, his wrist was caught by Wen Nan's hand and moved elsewhere.

Yu Shujun held his breath, hearing Wen Nan whisper by his ear, "Do you know how to control*?"

...

...

As the facts proved, Yu Shujun had absolutely no idea what to do.

Ten minutes later, Wen Nan emerged from Test Space No. 1 with a conversion rate of 93.75% on his head.

With just one point of Fear Value left, he couldn't remain in that test space any longer, or he'd be forced to "hand in the paper early" any minute.

With no other choice, Wen Nan resorted to this straightforward and crude method, leaving midway.

Legs spread open, Wen Nan walked with a gait as if afraid of stepping on something delicate, heading toward Test Space No. 2.

In his hand, he was holding a hollow metal ball, still warm. The metal carvings on it had deformed in quite a few places, with a pair of small and large golden swords inside, like two crickets trapped in a cage, scrambling around incessantly.

Wen Nan lifted the metal ball to his eye level, observing closely, vaguely noting sparkling liquid clinging to the metal carvings.

Wen Nan paused, and acting on impulse, brought the metal ball closer to his nose and sniffed.

Almost no smell, just the inherent metallic scent and a faint whiff of minty candy.

Tsk.

What was he doing? Like some kind of pervert!

Wen Nan quickly tucked away the small ball and briskly walked toward Test Space No. 2.

Upon reaching outside the space, Wen Nan happened to see Wei Zhe riding on a huge puppet, with threads in his hand cutting the puppet's head into pieces, its two emerald eyes rolling out and stopping by the wall where Wen Nan stood.

Wei Zhe turned his head, trailing the emeralds, looking toward the corner of the wall.

After a brief pause, Wei Zhe lifted his leg, crawling down from the giant puppet, returned to a bathroom cubicle, sat on the toilet, arms across his chest, and the threads of Thousand Threads spun rapidly, making a "whoosh, whoosh" sound.

Wen Nan watched Wei Zhe's face for a while, noticing that the once golden hair was now completely wet, with water dripping from the ends, indicating he'd already downed quite a bit of toilet water.

Lightly shaking his head, Wen Nan circled around the exterior of the test space, eventually stopping at the entrance outside the restroom.

Pacing two steps to the side, Wen Nan recalled the scene when the giant puppet appeared, finally finding the right angle, and first pulled out the small sword from the hollow ball.

Once free from the hollow ball, the small sword immediately transformed into a dagger-sized weapon, grasped by Wen Nan, who forcefully slashed at the outer wall of the test space, instantly revealing a long narrow slit.

Wen Nan pried open the slit and cautiously squeezed himself in.

Just setting foot inside the test space, a dozen thin silver threads instantly shot toward Wen Nan from all directions.

Wen Nan quickly retreated to the door while raising the dagger in his hand at maximum speed to fend off the oncoming silver threads.

The silver threads falling on the dagger blade snapped in two like tofu strings, dropping to the ground.

However, the second and third waves of threads relentlessly followed.

The opponent's speed was just too fast. With a mere bronze agility score, facing such speed head-on was simply unbearable. Even though Wen Nan blocked the first wave, there was no way to counter the second and third waves.

The golden dagger fell to the ground, and Wen Nan was firmly bound head to toe, lying on the floor.

Wei Zhe got up from the toilet, still clutching his "spool," and slowly approached Wen Nan, first nudging Wen Nan's leg with his foot, then crouching to pick up the dagger from the floor and examine it meticulously.

"...Root Breaking Slash?"

Wei Zhe squinted his eyes, turning to "look" at Wen Nan beside him.

Wen Nan was currently a bug, and Wei Zhe couldn't see him with naked eyes, but once the golden glow of the Root Breaking Slash smoothly coated on Thousand Threads, Wei Zhe could distinctly sense Wen Nan's presence.

"Hmm, you have quite the tactic, thinking to use Jun Wuming's treasure against me," Wei Zhe coldly smiled, lips curling into a mocking shape, "But you underestimate me, don't you think? When you were outside, that golden glow already blew your cover, didn't you know?"

"Is that so? It seems, I was reckless..."

Wen Nan struggled twice, unable to break free, chatting with Wei Zhe while holding the hollow ball in his palm.

The light sword within the hollow ball had just started to be pulled out when numerous silver threads wound around it the next moment.

The speed was too fast, the angle too clever, Wen Nan hadn't yet reacted, and the hollow ball with the light sword was already grabbed by Wei Zhe.

Wei Zhe was evidently wary of the Root Breaking Slash and didn't dare hold it directly, opting to keep the small ball suspended in the air using the spool of his Thousand Threads, rotating it.

"You didn't think you could pull such a small move under my nose, did you?"

The look of disdain on Wei Zhe's face deepened,

"Hmm! Fool! This entire room is under the control of the Thousand Threads' network,"

Then Wei Zhe bent down, looking at the man lying on the ground,

"You don't even know who I am, do you? At death's door, I'll let you understand clearly—

"The Guild Leader of the [Ghost Control Master Alliance], one of the six major guilds, is, I am.

"No one in this world understands the Thrust String and Thousand Threads as I do.

"Under this net, it's utterly impossible for anyone to defeat me!"

Wei Zhe's boastful words were spoken, yet they didn't achieve the desired effect.

Wen Nan, lying on the ground, far from being frightened, instead began to snicker with disdain.

Wei Zhe's emerald eyes narrowed dangerously, his gaze showing a hint of resentment, "What are you laughing at!"

Wen Nan's lips curved higher, "No one understands Thousand Threads better than you?"

Saying that, Wen Nan pointed his chin backward, "I think this brother here would disagree first."

No sooner had those words fallen, Wei Zhe suddenly realized something, and abruptly lifted his eyes, meeting the gaze of a pair of gigantic emerald eyes from behind a door seam.

A shiver ran through him, his hand trembling, causing the hollow ball which was balanced aloft to roll down.

He couldn't care less about the hollow ball now, frantically trying to steady himself and swiftly return to battle readiness.

However, the large puppet which had been somehow lying in wait outside the door did not give him the chance.

The puppet reached out, directly snatching the control of the Thousand Threads, the silver threads seemingly coming to life in its hands, started reorganizing in the room.

The silver threads binding Wen Nan loosened, allowing Wen Nan to raise his hand, grabbing the hollow ball that had fallen to the ground amid the chaos, and looking at the trembling Wei Zhe,

"A fake, speaking such words in front of the real one, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the real one?"