What was the scariest thing in the world?
The unknown.
And what was scarier than the unknown?
Letting your imagination run wild.
Zhu Xingguo followed Ren Ruanruan's instructions step by step. Amid a heavy rumble, they cleared the timed escape room, and the entrance to the next floor opened.
Yet even now, neither of them had seen the "accident" they had imagined.
Zhu Xingguo, who had thought he was certain to die only to find that nothing had happened, felt as though all the strength had been drained from his body. He turned to Ren Ruanruan in confusion.
But Ren Ruanruan was already stunned by Wang Wen's appearance.
The instant the escape room ended, Wang Wen seemed to have suffered a devastating blow. Every pore in his skin erupted with thick sweat, his face turned deathly pale, and his limbs trembled violently enough to see with the naked eye.
Wang Wen knew what he looked like. He said nothing and merely endured it by force.
This happened every time he cleared a timed escape room. Having others help solve the puzzles slightly eased the pain, but could not completely avoid it. After so many years, he was quite used to it. Once his mental strength finished increasing, he would be fine.
That said, this kind of mental-strength boost, almost like cheating with hacks, really was enviable.
No wonder the ancients often said that thirty percent of one's fate was ordained by Heaven, while seventy percent depended on hard work.
Wasn't that exactly right?
Without that thirty percent ordained by Heaven, no matter how hard one worked, one would only ever have seventy percent!
Barely crossing the passing line, working oneself to death and still never qualifying as outstanding. Even on an elementary school report card, seventy points was at best