Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 203 - 187: Who Can Resist the Temptation of the Screaming Chicken?

Chapter 203: Chapter 187: Who Can Resist the Temptation of the Screaming Chicken?

"Hmm, it’s probably like that."

Then, what was it that triggered the elevator’s murderous rule?

Thinking it over and over, one possibility was the screaming.

Wang Hao snapped his fingers, "Does it detest screaming?"

Wait!

There was another possibility: noise!

Noise, naturally, included screaming!

Because the first rule clearly stated: "1. The elevator is a public space; please keep the necessary quiet. This building does not have a basement level, only an abandoned warehouse. If you find the elevator entering the basement level, then you have accidentally entered the warehouse."

This rule, seemingly unremarkable, contained a lot of information.

The more Wang Hao thought about it, the more amazed he became, "’Please keep the necessary quiet’... I see! It detests noise!"

"’I’ screamed terribly at the end, which the elevator detested. So those two security guards immediately grabbed ’me’ and threw ’me’ out."

After the logic was clear, everything suddenly made sense!

Even more evidence was found by Wang Hao to prove this point!

"The Box Monster from the first week made a harsh noise before entering the elevator."

"But after entering the elevator, it became cautious, silent as a crawling insect, not making any sound at all."

"The woman’s crying sound was also low, daring not to cry out loudly. The sound of the medicine bottles clattering seemed loud, but the decibel level was actually not high. It was just because my attention was focused on her that it sounded loud."

These details all highlighted one thing—"It detests noise."

"Noise requires a relatively loud sound, possibly reaching a certain limit to be detested by the elevator."

Wang Hao guessed that this sound level should not exceed the elevator’s own electronic tone, that is, the "Ding-dong! Basement level one, arrived!" Anything louder would be considered noise.

"Noise that occurs inside the elevator space will be detested. Outside noise will not."

Wang Hao excitedly clapped his hands, the joy brought by brainstorming was incomparable: wringing one’s brain to dig up your own imagination, let inspiration fly, like mining for treasures, where every step requires hard digging.

But at the moment you find the real treasure, it’s simply irresistible!

A kind of ecstatic joy that permeates the whole body!

Such pleasure is a kind of rational pleasure that only humans with wisdom can feel. Other animals cannot understand it.

Whereas playing games and enjoying food bring desire-based pleasure.

The feelings brought by these two pleasures are completely different. The pleasure on a rational level is enduring and addicting, with virtually no Wise Man Mode, while satisfaction of desires lasts only for a fleeting few seconds, too brief and not very satisfying.

"But it’s not over yet!"

Wang Hao took several heavy breaths.

Simply solving the puzzle was not enough to complete the Game level.

"There are only four spots in the elevator, and it detests noise. These two pieces of information are key."

"So, how do I survive amidst the encircling strangeness?"

"Could it be to intentionally create noise... No use, I’d only get killed, at most I’d die together with these creatures... It’s no use."

Suddenly, Wang Hao thought of another possibility, his eyes widening with inspiration.

"This strategy is too interesting!"

A mysterious smile spread across his face.

The third Reincarnation, begin!

...

...

In the third week, Feng Ling revived once again.

Still unable to control her own body, still in that old elevator.

When she came to her senses, she heard that frightening electronic tone issue a monotonous prompt: "Ding-dong! Basement level one, arrived."

In this desperate situation with no way to heaven and no door into the earth, she was not as panicked as at the beginning, analyzing her current predicament.

"Now, I’ve come back to life twice."

"The first possibility is that some mysterious supernatural phenomenon has caused this space and time to rewind!"

But Feng Ling was not the kind of newbie with no common sense. She deeply understood that reversing time was an incredibly powerful ability.

At least among the "known" human beings, this ability does not exist.

Meaning, something "unknown" had forcibly intervened.

"The second possibility is rather more likely, I have been tainted... Everything happening now is my Delusion. I have gone mad."

"I actually just thought about using physical strength to overcome something twisted?" Recalling how she had just tried to stab the woman in red with glass shards, Feng Ling felt like crying and laughing at the same time.

"If this is not madness, what is..."

Feng Ling sighed deeply in her heart, remembering the old man in the organization and the hint he had given before his death.

The word he mentioned the most was—Delusion.

Do not foolishly wish for miracles.

What you see, perceive, touch, smell, it’s all illusion, but you believe it to be real, being slowly assimilated in another world of Delusion.

How terrifying that is!

But even after realizing this, she couldn’t escape her Delusion because she could no longer control her own body.

"In what follows, I’ll probably have to eat people."

"Maybe after a while, in my eyes, eating people will seem as natural as eating pork."

"Sigh."

Despair filled Feng Ling’s heart.

She tried to take control several times and for some reason, that vast cosmic will pitied this young girl, giving her the authority to wiggle a toe.

"Huh?!" Feng Ling seemed to have found a glimmer of opportunity, constantly moving her little toe, intending to regain control over her body.

...

...

Wang Hao certainly did not know that the character he was controlling was experiencing complex psychological reactions.

He had thought of a brilliant method and was eager to put it to the test!

"Ding Dong! Basement level one reached!"

After a wait, the woman in red finally entered the elevator.

Before she could take her shaky medication, Wang Hao bolted out.

He left the red-clad woman alone in the elevator, lost in thought.

Did he leave so quickly without even saying hello? Was that polite?

Wang Hao thought about the action games he had played, like "Dark Souls" and "Sekiro," where the main character would run away as soon as the monster raised its greatsword.

Who wants to outsmart and outfight the monsters?

"Basement level one might look like the real world, but it definitely isn’t."

"It’s like a special copy, with the map refreshing every few times you go out, and the security guards refreshing as well. However... There should be some hidden items that allow you to clear the level."

Wang Hao saw the pile of garbage behind him and burst into ecstatic joy.

In the second cycle, he found a piece of broken glass in the trash pile to use as a weapon, but... it was pretty useless.

This time, he wanted to find something that could make a huge noise!

It had to exist!

Wang Hao tirelessly began to dig through the garbage pile.

...

"Have I... really gone mad, picking through trash?"

The dazed Feng Ling, trying to leverage her own willpower with her big toe, plunged into deeper despair after discovering herself crazily rummaging through the trash with a frenzied smile on her face.

"I’ve become a monster that eats trash..."

"My whole life will be spent in this garbage."

"I found trash and laughed madly."

...

"I found it! Haha! Persistent effort pays off!"

Wang Hao let out a sigh of relief.

There in the garbage pile, he found a "squeaky chicken toy"!

A plastic product, covered with greasy, unidentified liquid, smelling sour of kitchen waste.

[You’re almost passed out from the stench.]

He squeezed the "squeaky chicken," it let out a loud "oh," definitely beyond the elevator’s tolerance threshold!

...

Feng Ling found herself smug and analytical upon discovering the squeaky chicken in the trash, even swaying with a smile.

In her heart, she mourned, "It’s just a toy... not a real chicken!"

"You can’t eat it!!"

"Can you smell that sour stench? It must have been soaking in the trash for days!"

She shouted in her mind, even her heartbeat wildly sped up from excitement.

Yet, she was helpless.

She couldn’t utter a word.

She... could only watch herself play with the squeaky chicken.

Struggling to control her little toe to regain her body, but to no avail!

In this situation, Feng Ling couldn’t help but feel a sense of panic inside.

Watching herself slowly go mad.

This pain was worse than immediate death!

A veritable torture from Hell!

Just then, the squeaky chicken let out a loud "oh," attracting the attention of a nearby security guard.

"Thump thump thump," the footsteps grew louder as the guard gave chase.

...

"Do you always chase me? Is that polite?"

Old Wang controlled his game character, running for his life, swinging his ponytail back and forth just like the previous cycles, and successfully escaped to the elevator.

All the while, controlling the squeaky chicken to continue its loud "oh oh" chanting!

What a delightful noise.

Even at the elevator, he made it squawk.

Sure enough, as long as the elevator doors weren’t open, the noise outside wasn’t too big of an issue.

A couple of seconds later, the guard arrived too late.

Wang Hao, with much excitement, faced a small decision.

"Should I drop the squeaky chicken at the guard’s feet?"

In the end, he decided against it.

From past cycles, the "guard" wasn’t very aggressive after entering the elevator.

Perhaps the guard was some kind of "manager" for the elevator, responsible for keeping it from going into a state of frenzy.

The "guard’s" killing rules were unknown; so far, there had been no proactive killings.

"Currently, there are only three passengers in the elevator; let’s spare him for now."

...

"Everything might just be to weaken my willpower," Feng Ling wildly speculated in her mind. "If I gave up, I’d be truly dead. Right now, I can at least control one toe."

Red-clad women, guards, she wasn’t afraid of them anymore...

What she feared was the unknown, the thick unknown of her own destiny!

Death wasn’t scary...

What was terrifying was the endless torture!

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