This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1188: Divine Game, Divine Instruction 2

After answering all ten questions, the scroll rolled itself up and vanished.

Rita liked using custom answers, but she had worked quickly. There were still three minutes left on the countdown.

She wondered who she would be assigned to.

She began organizing her belongings. Equipment and items were disabled, but she had still brought her gacha machine. Her divine relics were stored inside it and had entered the game with her. She released the lantern and the helm.

There were no loopholes. As the rules stated, the two divine relics could not be used. All their skills were grayed out. At least they could still float behind Rita.

Nivalis asked curiously, "If you can’t use them, why let them out?"

B80 replied, "My analysis says she treats them like two rare legendary monsters."

Nivalis said, "Aren’t we enough? Does she need a mirror? Rain over her head, vines on her body, a dragon and a robot on her shoulders, a lantern and a helm floating behind her. If she walks down the street it probably jingles. She’s completely colorful, like she packed her entire house and is fleeing."

B80 said, "Don’t say that. You didn’t notice that in everything you listed, the two of us can be temporarily removed from the frame."

Rita said, "Promise me one thing. Once class starts, no talking."

Nivalis said, "Even if the teacher is that one? We could help you annoy her to death."

Rita gave a fake smile. "I’m afraid I’d die first."

As they spoke, the countdown hit zero.

Rita and her two pets felt the world go dark. In the blink of an eye, they were standing before a massive palace.

The ornate gates were tightly shut. Rita turned to look at the others beside her, her classmates for the coming days.

The rain above one person’s head had already told her who was there.

Maple Syrup. Tiger Ear Kessa. Fury Prayer. Dawn Cicada.

Before Maple Syrup could look her way, Rita averted her gaze and focused back on the exquisitely crafted doors. At that moment, the nearly hundred meter tall gates slowly opened inward. A familiar, cool voice sounded from within.

"Enter."

No one dared waste time. They immediately headed inside. Just before crossing the threshold, Rita drew all her golden lightning back into her eyes.

Instead of the vast, opulent emptiness she expected, stepping into the palace felt like entering a workshop.

The enormous hall stretched beyond sight, divided into different zones by ingenious design. Each zone was a small workshop of its own.

Fairy tale building blocks. Dark metal. Entirely gemstone construction. Wooden forest workshops. There was even a workshop built over water.

Rita thought, IKEA. This was divine manufacturing edition IKEA.

Nivalis muttered, "Damn. IKEA."

Rita silently reached out and covered Nivalis’s mouth.

Various transport vehicles moved through the palace on their own, small, nimble, and orderly.

Many of them were decorated with strange ornaments. Flowers, citrus, Ashveil, tea leaves, ore dolls, and more. The place felt alive.

Machines in several workshops were running automatically, producing unknown creations.

"Come to me."

The voice echoed again from deep within the palace.

They ran inward at once. Upon arriving here, everyone had set aside arrogance and adopted a student’s mindset.

Even Rita. She already knew who awaited them.

The good news was that it was not Deceitful Bloom, the one with whom her relationship was most complicated.

The bad news was that this one was not much better.

In a workshop deep within the palace, a god with pale pink short hair streaked with white was seated, adjusting a platinum revolver. When the players arrived, she set aside the tools and the weapon, her deep blue eyes lifting to look at them.

An expressionless face. A high collar black sweater. Unlike their previous encounters, she now wore a pair of glasses that were clearly some kind of artifact.

More striking than her beauty was her presence. Calm, detached, focused. The sharp intelligence unique to a research genius radiated from her.

Foolishness.

What made Rita quietly relax was that Foolishness did not trouble her. She entered teaching mode with professional efficiency.

She opened a wooden box on the table. Inside was a full box of golden orbs the size of cherries.

Foolishness tapped the box lightly. All the orbs shot into the air at once, flying toward the five players. Before they could react, the orbs began circling them. Five orbs hovered around each player.

"These are Foolishness Orbs," she said. "They will attack you at random intervals. Each attack comes with a randomly assigned curse. Duration is random."

With a wave of her hand, a small cart rolled to a stop before them. It was filled with all kinds of weapons.

"Choose. These are the weapons you may use here. If you are hit by a Foolishness Orb, you lose one point. If you dodge the attack, no points are lost. If you return the attack, you gain one point. Scores are tallied daily at midnight. Players with negative scores will be punished."

Rita did not refuse. Although her golden lightning and vines could form weapons, more options were always better. The weapons in the cart happened to suit their current adjusted attributes.

She picked five daggers. Two at her waist. Two along her boots. One in her hand.

Seeing that she still intended to grab more, Foolishness finally lost her composure after maintaining elegance for so long.

"Are you stocking up?"

Rita asked, "Will we have more chances to resupply weapons later?"

Foolishness fell silent.

The other four players froze for a split second, then sped up. Fury Prayer even removed his coat, dumped more than ten weapons inside, wrapped it up, and carried it away.

His actions demonstrated what true stockpiling looked like.

Maple Syrup had seven guns lined up across her back, forming a full double row.

Dawn Cicada was slightly better. She used her vines as rope, bundling a large pile of weapons like firewood. With a graceful toss of her long hair, she hoisted the bundle onto her back.

Kessa looked left and right, then fixed her gaze on Rita. "That incubator of yours. Help me pack some. I’ll pay."

"That’s a gacha machine," Rita said.

She had enjoyed the spectacle enough. Laughing, she stuffed the blades and daggers she had been holding into the gacha machine hanging from her neck.

Before she could seize this business opportunity, Foolishness, who had also watched enough, spoke up.

"You’ll receive weapons every day."

Rita lowered her head and brushed cat fur from her clothes, ignoring the murderous looks from her classmates.

Really. The moment she started something, everyone followed immediately.