Kicked Back Into the Abyss of Despair

The Red-robed Cult Master couldn't help but let out a snicker at that remark.

At this moment, the gazes directed at Chen Muzi were filled with amusement.

Seeing this, Chen Muzi's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, his nervousness palpable.

Are these guys ganging up to trick me?

But the question he posed, I couldn't find any clues at all.

There were absolutely no hints in the question, were there?

Why are they all laughing?

Why are they all laughing...

Seeing Qin Shang's calm expression, Chen Muzi suddenly bared his teeth and said menacingly;

"I guessed right, didn't I? I guessed right, didn't I? I definitely guessed right, so you want to play some mind games..."

As soon as he said this, Qin Shang's face showed a hint of mockery.

"Guess?"

"Then I'm sorry, you lost!"

BOOM—

Chen Muzi's heart sank.

Wrong?

I guessed wrong?

"Why..."

"You didn't give any clues at all..."

This time, Qin Shang didn't give him a chance to finish before saying coldly;

"Idiot!"

"Didn't you learn the periodic table? Haven't you been to middle school?"

After saying this, he turned his head directly to the Red-robed Cult Master and the Cheater behind him.

The Red-robed Cult Master understood. To make Chen Muzi lose convincingly, he said indifferently;

"The answer is 3, black."

"The clues were all given to you. The chemistry professor was murdered, so those numbers are naturally death messages."

"According to those numbers, on the periodic table, the corresponding elements are Boron, B; Lanthanum, La; Carbon, C; Potassium, K. Even if you don't know the chemical symbol for the less common element 'Lanthanum', if you memorized the first twenty elements of the periodic table, you should have been able to deduce the other letters."

"Then, by simply looking at the options, you could have confirmed that the correct answer was 3."

WHOOSH!

As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Muzi felt a chill run down his spine, breaking out in a cold sweat from head to toe.

I lost, I really lost!

How could I have missed such obvious clues?

I was actually pretty good at chemistry in school!

The next moment, Qin Shang licked his lips and said mockingly;

"Without your sister helping you pay off debts, are you this useless?"

"Such a simple question, and you could have easily earned twenty-five million. Doesn't this money seem easy to earn to you?"

"Don't you think Path of the Gods players have a strong ability to accumulate wealth?"

"Such an opportunity was presented to you, and you didn't cherish it. You didn't earn this money, did you?"

He didn't hide the sarcasm in his words at all.

"The difficulty of the Path of the Gods game is far greater than these simple reasoning problems. You can't even answer this, yet you dare to casually claim that the Path of the Gods game is a get-rich-quick opportunity."

"People like you thrown into the game are just cannon fodder. Do you know why the Path of the Gods didn't choose you? Because you are a failed product to the game's servers."

"If this world were a giant game, we would all be save files."

"Then you're the account that got ruined by paying players. You don't even qualify to be an NPC."

It was a soul-crushing attack.

"Your sister risked her life to earn money and pay off your debts, and you take it for granted?"

"When Path of the Gods players enter dungeons, they are risking their lives. At any moment, they could easily lose their lives. If not for the right time, place, and people, being eliminated in the first round is common. Countless people have died in the game for failing to clear trial dungeons."

"'Don't Touch Me, I'll Turn Green' and 'Heart-to-Heart Sister' are living examples!"

The next moment, after Qin Shang finished speaking, he crouched down and stared at Chen Muzi's pale face.

"You, who can't even solve a middle school reasoning problem, what right do you have to say that Path of the Gods players are the chosen ones, the group that makes money the easiest?"

"Isn't it better to just work diligently? Why do you have to dream of getting rich overnight?"

"Grandpa Niu's last moments, and the person he remembered most clearly was scum like you... I really can't believe it..."

When Qin Shang posed the question and made the bet with Chen Muzi, he had already guessed that this guy would definitely agree.

There was no reason for him not to.

Either he'd be tortured to death by the Cheater and become a 'great organ donor,' or he'd get a chance to turn the tables.

Anyone would choose the latter, but Qin Shang was deliberately messing with his head.

He was certain that a simple reasoning question, the kind that enthusiasts among elementary school students could solve in minutes, would stump Chen Muzi, an adult.

[Positive Example Fallacy Effect]...

"People only focus on information that aligns with their expectations, ignoring other information, which leads to intuitive errors. If you believe in astrology, once you accept the labels it gives you, you'll unconsciously amplify behaviors that match the descriptions."

This rule also applied to gamblers. Why did gamblers lose all their money, their eyes red with desperation, yet continue to gamble?

It was the same principle.

He accepted the psychological expectation that gambling could make one rich overnight.

He selectively believed in getting something for nothing, in the idea that money would fall from the sky.

Therefore, Chen Muzi's subconscious believed he was a gambler, a gambling god, the chosen one among gamblers, a rising star destined to make a comeback.

The moment Qin Shang brought up the concept of 'gambling,' Chen Muzi agreed without hesitation, which was proof enough.

The next moment, Chen Muzi's composure shattered after Qin Shang's words. His eyes turned red, and he sprang up from the ground.

"It's unfair! This bet you designed is unfair! I'm not betting with you anymore! I'm not betting with you!"

"If you lose, you just lose money to me. But if I lose, I lose my life."

"I don't... I don't..."

He now realized what he would face if he missed this chance to turn the tables.

The ecstasy brought on by Qin Shang's proposal of 'gambling' moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by hysterical madness.

The Red-robed Cult Master felt a sense of satisfaction as the situation concluded, especially seeing how Qin Shang had given Chen Muzi hope with one hand, only to push him back into the abyss of despair and fear with the other.

This was how scum like him should be dealt with!

Seeing him break down and cry out hoarsely, there was an undeniable sense of cathartic pleasure.

"Then we'll be going, Cheater."

Chen Muzi scrambled up from the ground frantically, only to be kicked back inside by the impatient Cheater waiting outside the door.

His eyes were red as he shouted excitedly, "Don't go! Don't go! Let's go again! This time, let me pose the question..."

Hearing this, Qin Shang, who had only taken a few steps, tilted his head slightly.

"Sorry, you've lost all your chips. Go accompany 'Grandpa Niu'!"

At this moment, Qin Shang finally understood the meaning behind 'Grandpa Niu's' dying words: "Brother, I can finally see you."

She had probably been paying off Chen Muzi's debts all along.

Even after becoming a Path of the Gods player, she had silently shouldered everything, enduring it alone.

The 'brother' she spoke of was not this scumbag before him, this beast who blindly believed that Path of the Gods players were favored by heaven.

Instead, it was the unforgettable memory from her childhood...

The brother who, even when she was being beaten, would fiercely shield his younger sister.

The brother who, despite being frail, seemed as tall and mighty as the heavens.

In 'Grandpa Niu's' eyes, her brother remained in that time that had moved her the most.

The degenerate gambler she had become afterward was not her brother...

Huu!

Qin Shang understood everything and felt a tightness in his chest.

It was as if something was stuck in his throat.