I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today
Chapter 989: Sphinx Finale

Chapter 989: Chapter 989: Sphinx Finale

The questioner was not the Sphinx, but the towering stairway under their feet.

The so-called question was not about guessing animals, but the one they were told at the first step.

The inscriptions on the Pyramid confused their attention; the Sphinx was indeed the final challenge in this game!

Anyone who saw that enormous statue would be startled into a blank mind and disarrayed thoughts! Not to mention, no one would climb down the Pyramid again after struggling all the way to the top!

Daniel’s eyes were bloodshot; he could not accept such an outcome! He strained to look up at the Sphinx, "This is impossible... this is impossible..."

The Sphinx slowly raised a front paw—

The huge, solid rock hung over Pan Xiaoxin’s head, casting a dark shadow.

Pan Xiaoxin’s pupils contracted.

Had he also gotten it wrong?! But if his answer was wrong, what then was the real answer?!

A light sparked in Daniel’s eyes, bursting with joy in an instant, "Ha! The smart-aleck brat! You’re done for too! We’re all done!!"

—Boom!

The statue’s front paw slammed down!

Pan Xiaoxin watched the massive rock approach, his body completely frozen; other than watching it fall, there was nothing he could do!

Was he going to die?

Was he just a kid after all, only ever causing trouble for adults, unable to do anything?!

The half-second it took to fall down felt as long as a century.

Until a light thud—

The Sphinx’s front paw touched the stone sword in his hand.

Crack.

Crack... Crack...

The surface of the stone sword cracked, pebbles falling down like rain, revealing the sharp and shiny blade inside, and the ruby red as blood.

Pan Xiaoxin stared blankly at the sword in his hand.

For a long time, he suddenly relaxed, sitting on his knees, emotions completely flooding out!

Pan Xiaoxin sobbed loudly!

He was right!

He had answered correctly!!!

Daniel looked at Pan Xiaoxin crying, his heart feeling an indescribable mix—jealousy, resentment, frustration... and perhaps even a little bit of being touched, who knows.

"Brat..." Tears welled up in Daniel’s eyes, "The one who should be crying is me..."

Pan Xiaoxin heard him, tears streaming as he looked over, but all he saw was a withered puppet.

Because he won, Daniel was eliminated.

—The Ruby Longsword turned into specks of starlight and disappeared from his hand, while at the same time, in another dimension, inside the empty sword sheath, appeared the ruby sword hilt.

...

Bai Youwei looked at the ruby on the sword hilt, her eyes moist with heat.

Even without knowing the details of the game, she could imagine the peril her companions faced.

Especially facing the overwhelming numbers advantage of the enemy, to withstand the pressure and to retrieve the King’s Sword for her, the difficulty involved was not only about courage or intelligence, but also about the tacit cooperation and all-out efforts!

They had gone this far for her; she couldn’t let them down.

Bai Youwei held back her tears, drew her sword, and looked at Willard on the other side with a cold smirk: "Now, let me invalidate your other arm."

Willard’s face stiffened.

He looked at the Inspector: "If I remember correctly, they have missed at least two games, so the sword in the game..."

"I’m afraid that one team has been eliminated completely." The Rabbit Gentleman replied politely.

Willard was stunned, "...So even without competitors, it’s not guaranteed to win?"

"Yes." The Rabbit Gentleman nodded slightly, "There are instances when subjects fail to retrieve the sword, causing the King to die on the battlefield."

"What if all available swords are used, but neither King dies?" Willard asked again.

"One will die." The Rabbit Gentleman smiled, "Among the two, there will be one who dies first."

Before this game ends, sword wounds cause pain, time drains physical strength, without food and water, people will eventually die, the difference is only who dies first, who dies later.

Bai Youwei thrust her sword into Willard’s other arm as her abdomen wound tore again.

A haze filled her mind: Could such a game truly be won?