Traditional Skills Must Not Be Forgotten

"Name?"

"...Huai Shi."

"Gender?"

"Male."

"Age?"

"Age?"

After a long silence, Huai Shi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at the man behind him. "I'm saying, was this really necessary?"

He pointed at the safe, barely restraining himself from splitting it open with an axe. "It's just a goddamn identity verification. Did you really have to make it like this?"

"Uh... didn't everyone say you liked this sort of thing?"

Raymond was stunned. "The Grandmaster had this specially made for you! He said something about how traditional skills must not be forgotten..."

Huai Shi flew into a rage.

"Would it kill you people to do something normal for once?!"

"It's just an identity verification. Don't take it too seriously." Raymond raised a hand and pointed at the safe, reminding him, "Time's almost up. Hurry it up. If you get it wrong three times, the lock core will automatically seal..."

"Age?"

The stiff electronic voice from the safe urged him on.

Huai Shi rolled his eyes. "Eighteen!"

A piercing alarm sounded, and the electronic voice immediately rose in pitch, brimming with murderous intent. "Incorrect answer. Lock core sealed. Engine overload initiated. Self-destruct preparation—3! 2! 1!"

Huai Shi's eyelids twitched wildly. Before he could even dive for cover, the safe door sprang open with a bang, spraying out a huge cloud of confetti.

"Surprise!"

Raymond blew a party whistle in his hand and jumped out from behind it. "Surprised? Unexpected?"

"Fuck your mother..."

Huai Shi pulled out the Axe of Fury and leaped at Raymond's old face, roaring, "This is what you call a surprise!"

"Wait, wait! It's fine if you chop me to death, but don't break that thing! It was damn expensive, wait!"

Raymond cowered behind the safe. As its mechanisms turned, layer after layer