Super Righteous Player
Chapter 505 - 46 Wake up, Mr. Newton!_1

Chapter 505: Chapter 46 Wake up, Mr. Newton!_1

"...Is anyone there?"

While gently pushing open the grand doors, Si Anke shouted into the interior, "May I come in?"

But there was no response.

From the outside, the house was immense, yet so plain it was almost abstract. When Si Anke opened the door, the inside appeared so huge and real.

If one had to describe it...

It was as if a country gentleman’s house had been expanded three or four times over.

It looked like the dwelling of a giant.

Si Anke cautiously entered the porch.

The floor was made of deep red wooden planks, creaking with every step taken upon them.

The lighting inside the room was dim.

The source of light was not green fire, but crystal chandeliers made by light ants. The ceiling was pitch black, and the room wasn’t very bright—it was like a low-luminance "bedside lamp."

The corridor by the front door alone was dozens of meters long.

As Si Anke slowly strolled to the end of it, step by step, he saw a living room.

There was a massive table over two and a half meters tall.

Si Anke even doubted whether he had been shrunk.

He couldn’t even see clearly what was on the table. Due to the faint light source, not even the shadows on the table could be cast down.

And around the table were three chairs.

The shortest one was also the largest. It looked like a slightly higher bedstead that even Si Anke could climb onto.

The second shortest chair was a seat that looked like jelly and was exceptionally soft. It was already bouncing slightly from side to side, even without Si Anke touching it.

It seemed that if one jumped on it, it might tip over onto the ground... or possibly bounce to the ceiling as well.

Only by jumping up to the highest chair might one be able to reach the tabletop.

"Is it a jumping challenge this time?"

Si Anke sighed deeply.

He felt that his first life in this dungeon was likely to be spent here.

He climbed onto the hard and thick "bedstead."

The next spot was rather far from him... about three meters away, and also a good half meter higher.

But considering that he could grab onto it, it didn’t seem too hard, did it?

So, Si Anke took two steps to sprint from the hard bed and leaped into the air—

He fell just short and didn’t land on the second seat.

Instead, his shins hit the edge of the seat, and he ended up kneeling on it.

Si Anke didn’t feel any pain in his knees...

But the second seat was so soft it acted like a spring—it nearly bent into an inverted U-shape under the force of Si Anke’s leap.

Like a baseball pitcher winding up for a throw.

Si Anke felt a monumental force coming from beneath him.

The soft seat beneath him suddenly sprang back to its original shape.

"—What the fuck?!"

Si Anke exclaimed in surprise.

He didn’t even have time to react—within a blink of an eye, he was launched with an utterly unscientific speed, whooshed up and was plastered against the ceiling.

A sharp crack followed by a snap, and Si Anke was stuck to the ceiling, his mind blank from the intense pain. Then he realized that many sharp objects had pierced through his chest, blood dripping down steadily.

—Hidden among many metal spikes that resembled ferocious fangs was the pitch-black ceiling above the chandelier made from the secretions of light ants.

Si Anke’s vision blurred.

He found himself standing again at the entrance of the house.

His life value was restored to full, and his erosion degree happily increased by one.

"Amazing!"

Si Anke couldn’t help but mock, "I really didn’t see that coming."

That wasn’t simply a "bounce"!

—Wake up, Mr. Newton!

Seeing such a comical death, players who were watching this scene instantly burst into laughter.

"—Chair: No way sir, he attacked me first."

"—I never imagined that Si Anke would end up slamming his head to death on a chair today."

"—Chair: Ababa ababa ababa."

"—Si Anke, next time remember to jump off earlier, awoo!"

...

As he watched the barrage of joyful, mocking comments scrolling past his eyes, Si Anke’s heart was incredibly peaceful.

He felt himself becoming more and more resigned.

It was like when he used to play those platform jumping games.

Die enough times, and you grow accustomed to it.

Why do players not live stream?

It’s to avoid situations like this!

Because when it’s time to bite the dust, everyone will bite the dust...

But as long as I don’t start the live stream, you won’t get to laugh at me!

"Don’t panic, I’ve completely mastered the trick to this dungeon,"

Four Flushes murmured with a grave voice, pushing open the great door.

Besides, my previous deaths weren’t completely worthless.

At the highest point of his jump, he seemed to have spotted three bowls of soup on the table.

Three bowls... the soup didn’t give off a very nice feeling.

The largest bowl contained bone soup.

The second largest was filled with offal soup.

The smallest bowl had meat soup.

The smallest bowl was about the size of a normal large bowl for a typical person—while the middle bowl was practically a basin, and the largest was on the level of a pot. And it wasn’t just any pot, but the huge kind used in restaurants, not a household wok.

"This is the real ’medium cup,’ ’large cup,’ ’extra-large cup’ for real!"

Four Flushes couldn’t help but complain.

But in the largest bowl...

He distinctly saw a "skull" shape.

This made him quite unsettled.

...If he didn’t guess wrong,

This challenge must be a choice of one out of three—drink one bowl of soup to pass. Two of them are probably death traps.

"—I remember now, I’ve read this fairy tale!

"—Remember to drink the soup from the small bowl, then sleep in the smallest bed!"

Finally, a guide spoke up in the barrage of comments.

This time it wasn’t Annan or Longjing Tea.

The two of them wouldn’t have had a childhood experience that involved reading such fairy tales. Aside from the level of Alice in Wonderland or Hansel and Gretel, Annan really had no recollection of the tale of the three little bears.

However, on Annan’s end, he could see who was commenting.

But when Annan glanced at the backend, his expression became somewhat weird.

Unexpectedly...

The guide turned out to be Xitan Pulan.

—Could it be that she once told Jiu’er this fairy tale?

Knowing that there was no one inside the room this time, Four Flushes didn’t walk as cautiously anymore.

He strode back to the living room, then skillfully climbed onto the bed.

With a running start, he firmly jumped onto the second chair—

"Good!"

He couldn’t help but say loudly.

The next moment, the second chair suddenly sprang up, pinning him to the ceiling.

Four Flushes found himself back at the entrance to the house again.

"...Alright, I understand now. I need to keep jumping without stopping in the middle,"

Four Flushes revitalized his spirits and returned to the bed.

After a running start, he jumped onto the second chair and without any hesitation, leaped again—from the second chair, he effortlessly jumped to the third chair.

It was also the highest and smallest chair.

It looked as if a potato had been stuck on three bamboo poles.

He could already see the tabletop.

He could even reach the smallest bowl if he stretched out his hand.

"...Phew."

Four Flushes finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly sat on the chair, subconsciously propping his elbow on the table.

However, at that moment, he suddenly heard a "snap" from the chair.

It had split apart.

Four Flushes instinctively grabbed the table—following that, the table, along with all the bowls and dishes on it, and Four Flushes himself, all toppled backward.

His vision darkened again, and he was back at the entrance of the room.

"Amazing, am I Geralt? How can a two-meter-tall chair cause my death?"

Four Flushes blurted out.

"So in the end, I still have to get on the table?

"Following this pattern, do I have to run to the center of the table... otherwise, it will still fall over?

"Is this ’Geralt’s Special Episode in Final Destination’?"

The absurdity of this nightmare was just too much.

It wasn’t as dangerous as the ’dance’... where you couldn’t even talk before being chased around everywhere.

But this level was clearly not easy either.

At least with every death, I got closer to the ’right’ answer.

Though it went unsaid, Four Flushes always thought... skipping out on class by relying on luck like Jiu’er was meaningless.

Each of his deaths allowed him to grow.

So, sacrificing one life... wasn’t too bad a deal.

After all, it’s just a game.

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