louisehourcade Chapter 409 The impasse has been broken... They really have broken the impasse!
Chapter 409 The impasse has been broken... They really have broken the impasse!
Wasim and Evelyn exchanged a glance, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes, but neither asked a question.
The two immediately stood up and, following Lin Feng's movements, reached out and grabbed the rope hanging overhead.
This scene instantly alarmed all the chosen ones in the hall.
"What...what are they doing?" someone exclaimed in a low voice, their tone full of confusion.
The old man beside him stroked his beard, his brow furrowed, and shook his head repeatedly.
"They've gone mad! These three kids have been driven insane to resort to such crooked and evil methods!"
Xia Ning's eyes turned cold, and she snapped, "Stop making a scene! Mind your own business!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng and the other two were already hanging upside down on the rope, each picking up an awl and piercing their fingertips without hesitation.
Crimson blood seeped out, and the brushes, dipped in blood, were simultaneously dipped in the blood as the three began to copy the scriptures.
The crowd below was stunned for a moment, then their eyes widened in surprise.
From everyone's perspective, the three of them wrote at an abnormally fast speed, their pens flying as if they had been sped up three times, yet their handwriting remained neat and clear, without the slightest sign of sloppiness.
"Look... they're writing so fast!"
"Impossible...this is impossible...no normal person can write that fast!!"
"It's not that they're faster," a young man wearing glasses stared intently at Lin Feng's pen tip, his voice low, "it's that their timing is different from ours!"
"They're not crazy, they've clearly found the way!"
"They've broken the deadlock...they've really broken the deadlock!"
"The correct method is to transcribe scriptures while hanging upside down! The rope is not a torture device, but a prop!"
"Quick! Learn from them!"
The scripture copying hall instantly erupted in chaos.
The Chosen Ones who were still seated stood up and reached for the ropes above their heads.
However, climbing ropes and hanging upside down are easier said than done.
Park Ji-won gripped the rope with both hands and pushed off the air with both feet, desperately trying to climb upwards, but the rope was like a slippery snake, and he couldn't get a firm grip no matter what he did.
The pollution caused irreversible damage to his body. He struggled for more than ten seconds before his arms finally gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Amirka of the Muddy Kingdom, however, succeeded.
He was lean and wiry with long limbs, like an agile monkey. He quickly climbed the rope, his legs wrapped tightly around it, and he hung upside down steadily.
He then took a deep breath, pricked his finger, and began to write.
The old lady from the Republic of Roses wasn't so lucky.
She tried three times, and each time she slipped halfway down, her knees hitting the edge of the table, making her wince in pain.
On her fourth attempt, she couldn't even get a firm grip on the rope and fell flat on her back, lying on the ground for a long time without being able to get up.
After some attempts, about a third of the people succeeded.
They hung upside down on the rope, just like Lin Feng and his two companions before them. To onlookers, their copying speed seemed to be accelerated.
"I knew it... I knew it!" Someone exclaimed excitedly, their voice trembling. "Writing upside down makes time slow down! When your own time slows down, it seems fast to others!"
Stop analyzing, just help!
A spontaneous form of mutual aid miraculously emerged in this land of despair—
Several people worked together to lift one of their companions onto the rope, help him stabilize his body, and then adjust his upside-down position.
One after another, more and more people were put on the ropes.
Until they came to Park Ji-won.
Two people walked over to help him—a tall, thin white young man and a Latina woman of medium build.
They reached out and pressed down on Park Ji-won's arms and back, trying to lift him up.
However, the moment their hands touched Park Ji-won's skin, their expressions changed simultaneously.
The texture feels wrong.
Normal skin is elastic; when pressed, it will bounce back.
But Park Ji-won's skin was like a lump of wet mud that had been soaked in water; when you pressed your finger down, it sank right in, leaving a clear fingerprint.
Even more frightening, their hands were covered in a sticky substance—
A transparent, slightly cool, and slightly odorous viscous substance, like some kind of putrid bodily fluid, seeped from Park Ji-won's skin.
"Ah—!" the Latina woman screamed, jerking her hand back and frantically wiping it on her clothes.
The young white man also took two steps back in alarm, his face turning ashen as he looked at the sticky, reflective liquid on his palm.
"No...don't go..." Park Ji-won pleaded, reaching out to grab them. "Please...help me...I can get up there..."
No one approached him anymore.
He was like a rotten fruit, exuding an aura that instinctively repulsed people.
People around him stepped back, creating a vacuum around him.
Park Ji-won panicked.
He scrambled to his feet and staggered toward the nearest burly Black man: "Help me...please..."
The burly black man glanced down at his sleeve, which was stained with slime, and then kicked out, striking Park Ji-won squarely in the stomach.
Park Ji-won fell heavily to the ground, the spot in his abdomen where he had been kicked caved in.
There was no bleeding, but the dent did not heal.
Park Ji-won lay on the ground, trying to get up, but his body wouldn't obey him.
Mucus slowly seeped from the corners of his mouth, between his fingers, and along the edges of his clothes, pooling on the ground into a small, transparent, shimmering puddle of liquid.
Just then, Lin Feng gently loosened the rope, his body flipped lightly in the air, and landed steadily on the ground.
Wasim and Evelyn followed closely behind, their feet touching the ground almost simultaneously.
On the table, three scriptures written in blood lay quietly on the white paper, each character neat and each line orderly.
Xia Ning's voice came through, carrying a hint of undisguised joy:
"Congratulations to the three of you for being the first to complete the task of copying the sutra."
"Lin Feng is the first to find a way to break the deadlock - Merit +15, current total merit: 45."
"Evelyn and Vassim, each gain +10 merit, current total merit: 30."
The moment he finished speaking, Lin Feng heard a crisp notification sound in his ear—
[Ding, Xia Ning's favorability towards the host increases by 5]
Current favorability rating: 74/100
Lin Feng slightly raised his eyes, just in time to meet Xia Ning's gaze.
Those eyes, usually so clear and cold, now held a hint of something indescribable—
It's like the subtle, hidden interest a player feels when encountering an unexpected opponent in a game of chess.
Not just Xia Ning.
Lin Feng glanced at the two black-clad stewards standing behind Xia Ning, one on each side, watching him silently.
Previously, they viewed all the Chosen Ones as indiscriminate, lifeless objects, but now, their gazes upon Lin Feng clearly held more appreciation and respect.
The law that the strong naturally attract the opposite sex applies in any world.