"Of course … Since this is a special question with double points, it will naturally be more difficult. Please listen carefully …" Mr. Yoo raised the question card. "Green Lantern … I believe everyone knows about them." He glanced at the camera. "The source of their green light energy is' mental power '." He lifted his head to look at Feng Bujue. "In the DC universe, green light represents mental power, so … what do the other colors represent? Please name at least four of them, and the countdown starts now! "
This kind of question was not going to stump Feng Bujue. Even if he was not there to collect material for his writing, he had read many of them out of interest. Therefore, he only needed to think about it briefly before answering, "Hmm … I will explain it according to the color. Red light, anger; orange light, greed; yellow light, fear; green light, mental power; green light, sympathy; blue light, hope; purple light, love. The last one is black, which represents death. "
The room was silent. Mr. Yoo looked at the answer in his hand and was silent for a few seconds. Then he suddenly said in a firm tone, "You are absolutely correct!"
The audience erupted into a wave of applause that was second only to the opening of the show.
"Participant No. 1 is so knowledgeable. After three questions, he already has forty points while the other three participants have zero points after two laps. Participant No. 1 is practically undefeatable," Mr. Yoo explained. Mr. Yoo explained. He turned around to look at the VIP section. "What do the three guests think of Participant No. 1's performance?"
After the camera was aimed at the VIP section, Miss Pride spoke for the first time that day. She only said two words. "Otaku." Then she turned her head away and scoffed.
Pestilence slumped in his seat and used his bony hands to prop up his cheeks. The skin on his hands was so white that it was almost transparent. One could see the blood vessels under his skin. This posture made him look even more haggard. "Speaking of which … why is there not a single color that represents Pestilence …"
The cameraman, a translucent spirit, turned the camera to Hephaestus. The man's comment was still baffling. "Tsk … Isn't it just some lanterns and rings that collect wandering energy? If you want to mass produce those things, you only need enough cyclops workers …"
"Alright, thank you for your comments." Before the man could finish, Mr. Yoo cut in. He turned to Xiao Tan and said, "Participant No. 2, please listen to the tenth question." He burned the previous question card and said to the next one, "Please spell it accurately in English — phenylketonuria. The countdown starts now. "
The ticking sound had just started when Mr. Yoo turned around to interact with the audience. "As we all know, in English, medical jargon is a very troublesome part. Those are long and hard to remember …"
"Phenylketonuria, or PKU for short," Xiao Tan replied. Then, he spelled out the whole word letter by letter.
Mr. Yoo was startled for several seconds. He used his hand that held the microphone to push up the sunglasses that sat on his nose. He widened his beady eyes to confirm the answer on the question card. "Hmm … correct!"
Xiao Tan's score was increased by ten points, and the audience applauded.
"Looks like this question is related to Participant No. 2's field of expertise, or perhaps his English is exceptionally good?" Mr. Yoo commented.
"That is actually quite simple …" Before Xiao Tan finished, Mr. Yoo raised his voice to say, "Then … next …"
Mr. Yoo turned to Passing Rain again. "Participant No. 3, now only you and Participant No. 4 have zero points. This question is very important."
"Oh," Passing Rain answered matter-of-factly. From her attitude, it was as if she was saying, "It is not that big of a deal."
"Please listen to the question …" Mr. Yoo took the new question card to his eyes. After glancing at it, he said, "Please tell me, what does the chemical formula that appears on the screen represent? The countdown starts now! " As he said that, the small screen on Passing Rain's panel and the big screen in the hall showed the same chemical formula: C6H12O6.
"Glucose." Passing Rain thought for a moment before replying.
"Correct!" Mr. Yoo said.
Another round of cheers came from the audience.
"Looks like all of our participants are very good. Will the suspense be left until the last lap? Or will it be ended with the next question? "Mr. Yoo turned to Laughing Soul.
"Hey! Are you trying to tell me that my score will be negative after I answer this question? " Laughing Soul narrowed her eyes and glared at Mr. Yoo. "Even if I really get negative points, I still have a chance in the next lap, right?"
"Haha … I said that because …" Mr. Yoo raised the next question card in his hand. "This twelfth question is another special question."
There was an uproar in the audience.
"Please listen to the question!" Mr. Yoo read from the question card. "Please name three players who have won the title of European Footballer of the Year in the twentieth century. Their full names are not required, but … the nationality of the three players cannot be repeated. The countdown starts now! "
Laughing Soul pouted again, and she looked like she was in a difficult spot.
"This question about sports might be very easy for the male participants. I believe if it was Participant No. 1 or Participant No. 2 who picked this question, these twenty points would have been given to them for free. Unfortunately, it is our female participant who has been asked this question," Mr. Yoo said and then reminded, "You have thirty seconds left."
"Beckenbauer, Platini." Laughing Soul actually named two names.
"So far … correct," Mr. Yoo said. "This is very interesting … The two names that Participant No. 4 mentioned were not only excellent players, they were both government officials in the past."
"Ronaldo!" Laughing Soul said as if she was suddenly reminded of this name.
"Participant No. 4, I have a question … Why would you think a Brazilian won the European Footballer of the Year award?" Mr. Yoo asked with a smile.
"Huh? Is he a Brazilian? "Laughing Soul asked in return.
"Er … Since you do not know him, why would you answer that name?" Mr. Yoo asked.
"Because I remember many soccer players with that name, so I thought … perhaps one of them won the title of Mr. Yoo," Laughing Soul answered.
"Hmm …" Mr. Yoo nodded. "Fine, no matter what, the answer to this question … is correct!"
The audience clapped, and Laughing Soul's score shot up to twenty.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, and members of the audience regardless of gender …" Mr. Yoo announced excitedly. "This is the end of the first round. There are only four questions left. Let us take a look at the scores of the four participants."
"Participant No. 1 is leading by a large margin with forty points. Participant No. 2 has ten points, and he still looks quite nervous. The calm Participant No. 3 has ten points as well. And Participant No. 4, with her lucky performance on the special question, currently has twenty points. "The camera followed Mr. Yoo's explanation and panned to the four participants one by one.
"Then … if there is no accident, the participant who will enter the coliseum will be one of Participants No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4." Mr. Yoo started to stir up the atmosphere and announced loudly, "Now, please hold your breath and focus. We will enter the last four questions of the first round!"
He turned to Feng Bujue and picked up the question card. "This question …" he purposely paused. "is not a special question."
"You mean, it will not matter even if I get it wrong?" Feng Bujue asked.
"That's right, but I have to remind you, at the end of every round, the player with the highest score will be given a mysterious advantage." Mr. Yoo used the hand that held the card to make a 'one' sign, and his tone was very suggestive.
"Advantage, huh …" Feng Bujue said with some thought. "In any case … you go first."
"Listen carefully!" Mr. Yoo said. "The question is … 'There is a meaning in it, and the will is immortal. Are you familiar with the wonder and power of the will? God is a great will, and with his single-mindedness, he blesses all things. If a mortal does not have a weak will, they will never submit to an angel or the god of death. '"He paused." Who said that? The countdown starts now! "
"Humph … At the end of the day, this is the last round. This question is very cunning …" Feng Bujue scoffed. From his attitude, he appeared to be confident. "At the beginning of Lydia, the author used this quote from Joseph Granville to fit the central idea of the whole essay."
"Then your answer is Joseph …" Mr. Yoo was about to say.
Feng Bujue interrupted him. "But!" He pointed at Mr. Yoo with his finger. "But … the author of Lydia is Edgar Allan Poe. This drunkard cannot be trusted so easily." He smiled and said, "Granville is a famous theist, and that's what Poe saw … In fact, the words just now were written by Poe himself. He made up these few lines, then put a dash and wrote Granville's name, making others think that he was quoting the works of his ancestors, but in fact … this is Poe's writing."
Mr. Yoo said, "So … your answer is?"
"Without a doubt. Edgar Allan Poe, "Feng Bujue said.
"Absolutely correct!" Mr. Yoo waved his hand and burned the question card. The audience erupted in applause and cheers again.
"Phew …" Mr. Yoo sighed in relief. "Participant No. 1 has answered all four questions of the first round correctly, including a special question. So far, his fifty points are more than enough for him to clinch the first place." He turned to Xiao Tan. "Then, what will happen to Participant No. 2?"
Xiao Tan was already covered in cold sweat. He laughed drily. "Ha … ha ha … I have already prepared myself to go to that coliseum …"
"Is that so … Hue hue hue …" Mr. Yoo laughed. "But the questions for the last round are indeed quite difficult, so … please listen carefully!" He looked at the question card and said, "We all know … there is a fictional character called Kick-Ass. When he takes off his superhero costume, his identity is that of a student. If you don't mind, what is this student's name? "Mr. Yoo put down the question card and looked at Xiao Tan." The countdown starts now! "
When Xiao Tan heard the question, he was dumbfounded. He was a person who could not hide his thoughts. From the expression on his face, it was clear that … he did not know the answer at all.
"Hmm …" Xiao Tan had watched the whole series of this movie more than once, but for some reason, he could not remember the main character's name.
"Thirty seconds left." Mr. Yoo reminded him as he turned to the audience. "Yes, I understand it from Participant No. 1's expression. He knows the answer, but unfortunately, this question will not be answered by him."
The ticking continued, and Xiao Tan had no clue what was going on.
"Fifteen seconds left," Mr. Yoo reported again.
"Fine, I don't know." Xiao Tan could not stand the tense atmosphere anymore. He did not wait for the time to run out before giving up.
The audience booed.
"Unfortunately, Participant No. 2's score has returned to zero. Currently, he has the lowest score," Mr. Yoo said. Then he walked to stand before Passing Rain's panel. "Participant No. 3, as long as you answer this question correctly, you will be safe. As long as Participant No. 4 does not run into another special question, even if she gets it wrong, the result will not change. In other words … this fifteenth question will most likely decide the result of the first round. "
"Oh." Passing Rain's reaction was similar to the previous round.
Mr. Yoo's lips twitched twice. He had been talking for a long time, but the girl was still unmoved. He had no choice but to pick up the question card and ask, "Hmm … The legendary … Ten Kings of Hell, which three kings are the second, fifth, and tenth kings? The countdown starts … "
Before the man finished, Passing Rain gave the answer. "King Chujiang, King Yanluo, and King Chakra."
Mr. Yoo burned the question card. "Correct!"
The audience clapped. At the same time, the cameraman very cleverly aimed the camera at Xiao Tan, who was in the second seat, and the camera captured a sour expression on his face.
Mr. Yoo returned to the middle of the stage to face Laughing Soul. Looking at the last question card in his hand, he said, "This sixteenth question …" He purposely paused for a whole ten seconds. "…" The man seemed to have to pause for every word that came out of his mouth. "… is another special question!"
The audience quieted down again.
"Currently, Participant No. 4, Laughing Soul, has a score of twenty," Mr. Yoo said. "If she answers this question incorrectly, her score will return to zero." His tone was slow and steady. "The suspense … will be left until the last moment."
"Hey, fatty, if both him and I return to zero, who will enter the coliseum?" Laughing Soul suddenly asked.
"Er … Fatty …" Mr. Yoo's face dimmed. "Fine, it sounds like she's calling me …"
He had no choice but to admit it. Other than him, there was only the cameraman in the middle of the stage. If the cameraman was placed on the scale, he would weigh about twenty-one grams.
"Hmm … If there is a tie for first place, then there will be an extra question." Mr. Yoo cleared his throat to hide his awkwardness. "And if there is a tie for last place, then the two participants will enter the coliseum together."
"Oh?" Laughing Soul smiled wickedly. "Ha … Then I will give up on this question."
The audience gasped, and Mr. Yoo merely smiled but did not say anything.
On the other side, Feng Bujue looked at Laughing Soul and gave her a big thumbs up. One, it was to praise her strategy, and two, it was to praise her for her loyalty.
Xiao Tan was moved to tears. No matter what the coliseum was, with two people going together, he would feel much better.
"You gave up without even hearing the question … Looks like there is no need for me to ask for your confirmation." Mr. Yoo smiled meaningfully. "Then … let's go to the coliseum!"
Once he said that, Xiao Tan and Laughing Soul's seats started to spin and sink. After they descended into the dark space below the floor, the two were once again pulled away from their original seats by an invisible force. They returned to the two slides and started to move at high speed toward an unknown territory.
The scene on the big screen changed at the right time, and a vast desert appeared in the shot. Not long after that, on this vast desert, Xiao Tan fell from the sky and landed on his back. Several seconds later, Laughing Soul also fell from the sky. Her feet landed firmly on Xiao Tan's stomach, and she landed safely.
"Who will be the first executioner to appear at the coliseum today?" Mr. Yoo said. "Even though the four of us are not that high-level, when life forms of any level struggle at the edge of death, the viewing experience is unparalleled." He used a high-pitched tone to stir up the emotions of the audience. "Who or what will take on this bloody mission?" He took a few steps closer and stared at the camera lens. The live music also became eerie and tense.
Suddenly, Mr. Yoo's expression shifted, and he said in a hurry, "Before that, those who are watching our show, please note that you can still use the interactive method at the bottom of the screen to send a message or log into our website to participate in the activity of guessing the final winner. You will have a chance to win a beautiful gift from Thriller Box worth 1,000 Ghost Coins! To make a trade, come to Thriller Box! To win a prize, watch Death Quiz! Thank you for your support! "
"Hey! Why are you interrupting the commercial at such a crucial moment? "Feng Bujue shouted.
"Haha … Looks like our Participant No. 1 is in too much of a hurry." Mr. Yoo laughed. "But before I announce the first executioner at the coliseum, we will have our three guests give their comments on the contestants' performance in the first round and share their prediction of who the executioner will be."
Once again, the camera panned to Pride. She arrogantly looked down at Fatty You from afar and said, "If I were to comment, would you be able to find a corner and commit suicide?"
"Why would you make such a request? Has your contempt for me reached such a level?" Mr. Yoo asked as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Er … I'm afraid that won't do."
"Humph …" So, Pride stopped talking.
Then, the camera panned to Hephaestus. It looked like the cameraman had seen through the plan and decided to have Pestilence, who was more reliable, speak last.
"Will the executioner be a cyclops?" Hephaestus's comment was as unreliable as ever.
"If it is, then go find a corner and commit suicide!" Fatty Yoo roared.
Finally, the camera panned to Pestilence. He turned to Mr. Yoo and slowly said, "The performance of the first round basically showed their respective expertise. It is worth mentioning that Participant No. 1 is very well-rounded. As for the executioner … there is nothing to predict. Cough, cough … I am a knight. Naturally, I already know what is in that desert, so … I will let you, the host, make the announcement. "
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