Seizing an Identity

Fang Shenyan rubbed his throbbing temple with one hand and took out a Cigarette Case with the other.

The price of losing his eye was even greater than he had imagined. The most obvious symptom was that his thoughts had begun to grow chaotic.

The pungent scent of tobacco entered his lungs, and the nicotine eased the pressure in his brain. He said calmly:

"Two possibilities.

"First, there were more than just the three of us victims in this Waste Oil World.

"There were other victims in the remaining two secondary bedrooms;

"Second, there was something in those secondary bedrooms capable of influencing, even shaking, the entire world."

A three-hundred-percent boost in mental capacity had brought the Second Personality to the peak of human intellect.

His ability to think surpassed everyone else's. Even Fang Shenyan could only follow his lead.

The Second Personality nodded expressionlessly. He turned to Fang Shenyan and said:

"I have three strategies: the best, the middle, and the worst.

"The best strategy: whatever is inside the secondary bedrooms, it should not be something ingredients or diners are allowed to enter.

"Among the three parties, only the chef possesses the highest authority.

"We must become the chef and enter by relying on that identity.

"Using the rules to open the secondary bedroom doors is the most proper path.

"The middle strategy: becoming the chef is nearly impossible.

"Although I have a method, the success rate is less than ten percent.

"If we cannot become the chef, we must make use of our current dual identities as ingredients and diners.

"As ingredients, we can go to the kitchen.

"As diners, we can enter the restaurant.

"But have you seen a restaurant in this house?

"Therefore, as diners, one of our powers is to make the chef arrange a