Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 716 - 714 Art

Black Holy Son opened his mouth as if to speak, then hesitated.

He quickly realized that beneath Li Ang's seemingly bizarre and aggravating actions lay a meticulous logical reasoning process.

Both the mule and the Pen Spirit had seen Li Ang go to the restroom. They had heard the sound of rushing water and seen him emerge with his hands dripping wet, holding up his pants. However, this didn't necessarily confirm whether Li Ang had actually used the restroom—did the sound prove he'd taken a dump?

What if he hadn't pooped? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

What if he had placed a turd on top of the toilet seat?

What if he had put a chunk of chocolate in the toilet bowl that looked just like excrement?

What if he used 0.01% poop and 99.99% chocolate to make an artistic Broken arm Venus sculpture and put it in the toilet?

To some, this thing is poop. To others, it's chocolate. And to yet others, it is a supreme piece of postmodernist art. It's a masterpiece that reflects Mr. Ang the artist's critique and deconstruction of the dehumanizing phenomena in the modernization process. To call it simply "shit" would be a disregard and betrayal of humanity, human art, and even human civilization.

So, how should it be defined?

This question not only tested whether the Pen Spirit had the ability to read minds and its means of observing the outside world, but also examined whether the Pen Spirit had any temperament or self-awareness, to see if it would get angry over such an insulting question.

Impressive.

Black Holy Son silently nodded to himself. Indeed, the most formidable players were those without limits.

The mule beside him also grasped Li Ang's intention, took a deep breath, and asked once more.

This time, the Pen Spirit remained silent for an even longer period before slowly beginning to move.

It first hovered above the "No" column. Then, as if doubting itself, it slowly pointed towards "Yes". It then moved away again, hovering back and forth between "No" and "Doubtful". This made the mule and Black Holy Son, who were standing nearby, fully experience its frustration and indecisiveness.

In the end, the Pen Spirit still settled on the "Yes" column and stopped moving.

"..."

The mule turned to look at Li Ang, "What does this tell us?"

"Hmm..."

Li Ang nodded, "It suggests that the Pen Spirit's perception is not limited to the pen itself; its sensory range encompasses at least this room 0408. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that it has the ability to read minds."

Having said this, he ignored his two puzzled companions and went straight back to the restroom, where he tinkered for a while.

He had used Alchemy and the Origin of Life in the restroom earlier. He created a mixture of proteins, inorganic matter, fats, dietary fibers, digestive fluids, and bacteria—the main components of feces in the traditional sense. He had then fixed this mixture onto the ceiling of the restroom. As time went by, the mixture fell from the ceiling, landing right in the center of the toilet bowl. This caused the Pen Spirit considerable turmoil.

Amid the flushing sound of the toilet, Li Ang, who had quickly cleaned up traces with Alchemy, emerged from the restroom. Ignoring the entertaining expressions of his companions, he approached the Pen Spirit and rubbed his chin in thought.

The sticky note that the mule encountered tonight was meant to have her play a paranormal game without specifying the game's theme. There were two possibilities:

One, there was only one anomaly in the room, and regardless of what the mule chose, it would participate.

Two, there were multiple anomalies in the room, but because the mule chose the Pen Spirit, it was the one to participate.

Ascertaining the answer to this question was of great importance for Li Ang and his comrades in unraveling the true nature of the hotel.

If it can sense the entire room and possesses certain memory and comprehension abilities... Li Ang mused, then slowly said, "Ask it if it has ever lived in room 0408 of the Dolphin Hotel."

"Huh?"

The mule hesitated and said, "Isn't it against the rules to ask about the Pen Spirit's past life? That could be seen as a violation and provoke the Pen Spirit's vengeance, right?"

"The question is whether it has stayed in this room, not if it was a former guest who lived here. There's a difference," Li Ang smiled and said. "Even if the Pen Spirit doesn't play by the rules and views the question as a violation, attempting to strike at us, we have ways to counter it. From our earlier probe, its attack ability seems limited to causing the Summoner within a certain range to bleed all over. Such a level of harm can be avoided simply by lengthening the arm."

Mere bleeding all over was nothing to worry about; even if it were a more serious injury like decapitation, Li Ang could still save them within a certain time frame.

After a moment's hesitation, the mule still asked as he had instructed.

Meanwhile, Li Ang, having produced two small knives seemingly out of nowhere, held them in his hands. He scraped the blades against each other, producing a sharp metallic sound.

"Furthermore, although this Pen Spirit possesses a high degree of perceptual range, its essence should be constrained within the range of the Summoner's 'hand' and can't leave at will," Li Ang continued, scraping the knives together and smiling at the pen. "You should be able to hear and understand what I'm saying, right? I suggest you cooperate with us. Otherwise, I'll throw this hand and the pen into the toilet. I'll add a bit of feces, a bit of urine, stinky tofu, fermented tofu, lemon, Lao Gan Ma... After mixing it all up, I guarantee you'll enjoy the juicy result."

Above the paper, the pen that had begun to move slowly due to the mule's question trembled inexplicably.

The night was still long.