I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Happy Chaos Field 15
 

It was a bald man.

After walking onto the stage, he didn’t immediately launch an attack. Instead, he just stood there, staring at Shen Mo.

Everyone was confused when suddenly, the bald guy pulled out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it.

Shen Mo couldn’t help but frown.

The crowd was murmuring amongst themselves.

“What’s he doing?”

“No idea… looks like he swallowed some kind of pill?”

“Where would he have gotten medicine from in a place like this? Most likely, it must be a prop…”

Suddenly, the bald guy’s veins began to bulge as if he was experiencing unbearable pain. He let out a terrifying scream on stage!

Everyone was shocked and watched in horror.

At first, it was a shriek filled with agony, but as he continued to scream, it evolved into a fierce animalistic roar!

“Awoooooo!” The bald man’s back arches, thick black hair starts to grow on his face and neck, fangs become visible. He’s turned into a werewolf!

The werewolf roars and launches at Shen Mo, its speed and strength both incredibly terrifying!

Shen Mo can’t confront it head-on and is forced to dodge and retreat.

Both shocked and furious, Su Man confronts the Inspector: “Doesn’t this count as an attacking prop?!”

“Nope~” the Clown answers with a grin on his face, “This is a transformation prop, not classified as an attacking prop.”

Su Man is beyond speechless at these absurd game rules.

Turning into a werewolf isn’t considered an attacking prop???

“If this isn’t considered one, then just what kind of prop is?!” she asks indignantly.

“Any props that explicitly mention attack in their description or include functionalities to maliciously target other players are considered attacking props,” the Clown explains, “But this prop he’s using only enhances the user’s strength and speed for a period of time, resulting in a Berserk State. So it’s not considered an attacking prop.”

Shen Mo, on stage, manages to swiftly dodge the werewolf’s swipe, and asks, “How long does this Berserk State last?”

The Clown simply smiles: “See for yourself.”

The werewolf misses its attack, scraping the stage floor and causing debris to fly!

Shen Mo barely evades it, barely has time to catch his breath, the werewolf is roaring and launching at him once again!

Shen Mo darts a few steps, tossing a card behind him!

“Question!”

Shen Mo raises his voice, and the werewolf halts in his tracks!

The card floating in front of the werewolf’s eyes ——

No matter how crazed or out of control the werewolf is, it has to submit to the question card. It must read and provide a careful and precise answer!

Shen Mo stops in his tracks, turns around and faces the werewolf: “Answer this question, what’s the result of 973723 multiplied by 150 plus 589612333?”

Werewolf: “Awooooo!”

Crowd: “….”

Clown: “….”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Tan Xiao starts to laugh heartily in the crowd: “I almost forgot about this prop! Well, this is going to be interesting now. The guy is turned into a werewolf and can’t talk anymore!”

Su Man also chuckles: “Not only can he not talk, but his thinking is also affected. He’s completely lost his senses, how can he possibly answer the question? Even if asked him what 1+1 equals, I bet he couldn’t answer.”

While they were both pleased for Shen Mo, they then see him casually lying down.

Tan Xiao: “???”

Su Man: “???”

A countdown appears above Shen Mo.

“Bro Shen?” Tan Xiao asks in confusion, “Kill him while you have the chance! Losing now would cost you 10 points!”

Lying on the stage, Shen Mo calmly replies: “If the Lucky Question Card’s question is answered incorrectly there are three penalties, adding up to six minutes but the werewolf’s body is exceptionally robust, healing rapidly. I’m not confident I can kill him in six minutes.”

A hint of awkwardness appears on Tan Xiao’s face, he softly retorts: “Boss… you should lower your voice, it’s kind of embarrassing if others hear this.”

At his words, Shen Mo simply smiles.

Once the countdown ends, he loses 10 points to the werewolf. With an indifferent expression, he stands up, brushes off the dust on his body and jumps off the stage.