novelraw Chapter 33 Cheating
Chapter 33 Cheating
The Night Watchers discussion forum exploded again today.
This time it was still because of Su An, and it was from Su An's betting odds.
In this betting game about whether Su An can pass the exam, many people have doubts about Su An.
At this very moment, this odds-filled betting line exploded.
The reason is that an ID called "Persian Cat" bet 100 million yuan on Su An winning!
Everyone was in an uproar; no one could believe it.
One hundred million? And in US dollars?
How absurd! How incredibly wealthy! How tempting!
If the previous bets were merely small-scale,
Now, all the fish, big and small, are drawn to this "100 million" piece of meat.
Some people throw all their living expenses into it.
Some people max out their credit cards until they have nothing left, and then throw the money away in a fit of rage.
Some even mortgaged their expensive alchemical weapons, throwing them in with insane leverage.
They all, without exception, bet that Su An would lose.
The gamblers, their eyes bloodshot and mouths watering, strained to place their bets.
The discussion forum was refreshed wildly, with a series of entries about "cooperation," "questioning," "collateral," "loan," and "getting on board" springing up like mushrooms after rain, and the funds in the betting market were also expanding rapidly.
Everyone was excited and wanted a piece of the pie from this 100 million.
What? Someone said, what if Su An wins?
Under the lure of 100 million, the cost of failure seems to be deliberately ignored.
Those betting on the market are becoming increasingly fanatical and impatient.
Only Fingel was sweating profusely. As the initiator of the betting scheme, he felt that everything was spiraling out of control, like a train derailing and flying straight into the sky, beyond any hope of recovery.
"It's all over, it ...."
Suger stared in shock at Su An, who was still leisurely soaking in the bath. He asked:
"If they lose money, they'll definitely kill you."
Su An didn't even lift his eyelids.
"Who do you think will destroy whom?"
"Uh..." Fingel was speechless for a moment.
Su An took a sip of chilled Yakult and said with a smile:
"They tried it during their day of freedom, but what was the result? In the end, I wiped them all out."
"You..." Fingel sensed a particularly dangerous glint of excitement in Su An's eyes; it was as if he were anticipating an even bigger battle.
"It's dignified to accept the consequences of a bet," Su An paused, then said, "but if they don't act dignifiedly, I'll help them maintain their dignity."
"Damn it, your mind is practically a living dragon!"
"The intuition that dragons might disguise themselves as humans is growing stronger. I look forward to the day when dragon-men are slain—"
The excitement in Su An's eyes was almost tangible.
Since fusing with the Philosopher's Stone, he has inexplicably grown increasingly craving dragon blood.
It seemed that dragon blood could complete a puzzle. Su An didn't understand what that puzzle piece was, but he had a vague intuition that when the puzzle was complete, he would receive unprecedented benefits.
Angers said that the dragon race has a Dragon Emperor, below whom are four monarchs, and below the monarchs are second-generation, third-generation, fourth-generation, fifth-generation, and so on, descendants of them...
"The King of Bronze and Fire, the King of Earth and Mountains, the King of Sky and Wind, the King of Ocean and Water, Nidhogg... get your ass ready, hehe."
Fingel's pupils contracted slightly as he stared blankly at Su An.
"Truly... as expected of an S-rank, their goals are ambitious enough!"
"But there's something else I'd like to ask you about."
"You know, I'll tell you everything I know about my benefactor who let me stay at Norton House," Fingel said obsequiously.
"I don't understand the Emperor of Words"
"What?"
"You don't understand the Emperor of Words?"
Fingel's jaw nearly dropped to the ground; he was so shocked he could hardly close his mouth.
The Emperor of Words, ranked fifty-first in the sequence of words, will cause any descendant of the Black King to experience "spiritual vision" upon hearing this incantation, hearing the voice of the Primordial Dragon Emperor in their mind, and feeling as if they are being summoned by the Great Ruler.
This is the most basic secret ritual for testing the bloodline of the dragon race, but Su An couldn't even cross this most basic threshold.
Fingel was furious. Su An thought he was going to talk about bloodlines, but Fingel cried and wailed.
"My money—I thought your eyes were so firm because you were confident and sure of success."
So I raised the bet too! I'm betting on you to win!
And you didn't even get a response from the emperor! Oh no, after tomorrow's exam, I'll be a mule turned into a debt-ridden ant.
Fingel rambled on, his eyes bloodshot, his resentment almost tangible, forcing Su An to interrupt him.
"The principal secretly sent me a text message saying that you have a solution, and that Fingel from the news department can help me."
"I have a way?" Fingel pointed to himself, sniffing. "How come I don't know..."
As he was talking, Fingel suddenly stopped.
He rubbed his palms together, his eyes darting around as he muttered something, then glanced at Su An.
"I do have a way, a secret."
"A secret manual?" Su An was taken aback.
Fingel lowered his voice, "All exams are means, and means are invented by humans. Anything invented by humans will inevitably have flaws!"
No wonder the principal messaged you; he caught me in the act once.
"Caught red-handed?" Su An raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Mind cheating?" Fingel's eyes gleamed.
"Not at all... I don't mind!" Su An reacted quickly.
"A promising talent!"
Fingel admired Su An's resolve: "Remember, to survive in this academy, we must have a bottom line!"
"Bottom line?" Su An couldn't believe that such a morally upright word would come out of Fingel's mouth.
"The bottom line must be at least three meters below zero!" Fingel placed his hand on the ground. "That's it. Dig down another three meters, and that's our bottom line!"
"That makes so much sense!" Su An was moved by Fingel's shamelessness.
"In a place where geniuses and madmen are as common as hairs on a cow, you have to have a bottom line, but it can't be higher than three meters below zero, or you're doomed."
Fingel, with a secretive expression, said, "To do something well, you must first have the right tools. If we're going to cheat, we need to have a deep understanding of our target! Junior brother, do you know how many lines of dragon script have been deciphered so far?"
"Isn't it based on the number of words?"
"Wrong! It's an argument! There are only seventy-six sentences in total!" Fingel had the air of a lecturer.
"Language is divided into two parts: words and grammar. These two parts combined make up an infinite number of sentences."
However, Dragon script is a dead script; only the characters remain, and the grammar is no longer present.
The last person in history to understand the grammar of the dragon script was Nicolas Flamel…
"Flamemer?" Suan repeated doubtfully—"He seems to share the same last name as the vice-principal?"
Fingel was astonished: "Many students don't even know what the vice-principal looks like after four years of university. How do you know his last name?"
Su An's face showed a strange expression.
Can I say that I stabbed him hard while he was unconscious?