Chapter 152
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Chapter 152: Solve the Chess Game!
"Failed."
"Daidalos."
Zhou Li repeated all the information he had gathered, but the electronic door in front of him still did not respond.
"Is it still wrong? Maybe this door can’t be opened at all?"
"Could it be that the development team hasn’t finished it yet?"
Zhou Li returned to the electronic door again, now seriously suspecting that there might be nothing behind this electronic door.
The development team hasn’t finished it yet.
With this thought, Zhou Li sighed, "If it can really be opened, it can’t just be a blind guess for the players, there must be some information hints, right?"
Zhou Li looked at the electronic door in front of him and slowly reached out his right hand, "Hello?"
"Hello."
The expression on the electronic door lit up, and it emitted a mechanical sound.
Can you really talk?
Zhou Li paused, "What’s your name?"
The electronic door replied, "B133."
Zhou Li thought for a moment, "B133, is there even a password to open you?"
The electronic door said, "Password exists."
Zhou Li asked, "What is the password then?"
Electronic door, "My rules do not allow me to tell anyone the password."
Zhou Li looked at the walls around him. "What if I go around you and dig straight through the wall?"
Electronic door, "With the current technology on your planet, you do not have the ability to destroy cosmic alloy."
"The hardness of cosmic alloy is at the PTS level, when not countered by non-destroyer weapons or single deity entities."
"Your technological and equipment conditions do not have the ability to alter or break down cosmic alloy."
Cosmic alloy?
Deity entity?
Zhou Li paused for a moment.
So, to dig through, you would need at least deity-level or destroyer-level attack power?
That’s probably nonsense.
"Never mind, I’ll just go back and fight monsters honestly."
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Misty Forest.
The rescue operation is still ongoing, and more and more people are gathering in Misty Forest.
A group of people gathered together playing tic-tac-toe with sticks, most of them already bored to tears.
"By the way, should we contact the official?"
"Already contacted… but no response from the official."
"Is this considered a bug?"
"That thing started making noise again, but nobody understands what it’s trying to say."
"What kind of strange language is that?"
"I can’t understand, who knows what it’s saying."
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The people couldn’t understand what the Master of the Mist was saying, so his words were not meant for them.
They were meant for Ye Qiu.
He was asking Ye Qiu what he was doing.
Since rescue was no longer possible, Ye Qiu had to try to solve the Fog Chess Game on his own.
He wandered around the forest for a few days, but there was hardly any useful information.
Right now, Ye Qiu is using a stick to write some crooked words on the ground.
"Mist, in Ancient God Language, should be written like this."
The Master of the Mist didn’t know what he was doing, "Your words are quite messy."
Ye Qiu got a few frown lines on his forehead, "Your words are a bit hard to read."
These days, Ye Qiu has been thinking about the Fog Chess Game.
Since it’s a game of chess, there should be pieces and a board, right?
If the entire Misty Forest is seen as the chessboard, and the Master of the Mist as the player, what are their pieces?
And what about the pieces held by the player playing against him?
If there are no pieces, why call it the Fog Chess Game?
Where did the phrase "Fog Chess Game" come from?
Just because it sounds nice?
That sounds crazy!
Ye Qiu thought that everything has a reason, so since the Atmosphere School called the place where the Master of the Mist resides "Fog Chess Game".
It must be like a chessboard, with a way to solve it for sure.
Ye Qiu tried to imagine trees as chess pieces, but it seemed like they didn’t belong to the Master of the Mist.
He also tried to imagine some giant rocks as chess pieces, but they also didn’t seem to belong to the Master of the Mist.
The only things that belonged to the Master of the Mist were the sky and the fog.
The fog?
Suddenly, Ye Qiu looked up, but the sky was still covered in thick fog, he couldn’t see the sky at all.
However, these fogs had different colors, some were denser while others were thinner.
Are the fogs different in thickness?
Suddenly, Ye Qiu seemed to notice something.
"The dark fog is forming words, it’s the Ancient God’s Language."
"But here, it doesn’t look like words, it looks more like some kind of pattern."
"For example, a horse?"
"And this one… looks more like a person."
Ye Qiu walked around directly in the forest, always looking up at the sky. The dark fogs above his head were all different in each position.
Some have a few words, while others are just pictures.
Ye Qiu tried to raise the torch higher to see more clearly.
The more he looked at it, the stranger it seemed.
"Horse, man, winged monster, should be a bird with the head of an eagle, snake, scorpion, dragon, rat, two-headed giant, what does this all mean?"
Ye Qiu didn’t understand these patterns.
He understood those words, but it seemed like he didn’t understand them either.
"Mists, deep pit… No, this should be read as dragonworm, air wave, transformation, all things, chess game…"
Ye Qiu felt like his brain was overheating.
He took photos of all the patterns and words, then organized them into a notebook that he looked through repeatedly.
At first glance, these words don’t seem to be related.
The designs are the same.
Ye Qiu thought maybe there was a problem with his translation, so he carefully rewrote each word.
"Hmm, indeed, this word looks like ‘fun’."
"Then if we put these together into a sentence…"
"Fog Chess Game, transforming all things, dragons, insects, snakes, ants, plants, people, stones, just because He is too bored?"
"Hmm… there seems to be a problem."
"But it doesn’t feel too different."
Over the next few days, Ye Qiu focused on these designs.
He wanted to try to change the patterns.
So he found a trapped player, who was the only Atmosphere School mage here.
"Big pot, can this work?"
"We won’t know until we try."
"Let’s give it a try."
"This spell isn’t very powerful, and the casting time is a bit long, so please wait a moment."
"No problem."
With that, the brother reached out his hands directly, and then…
There was no "then" after that.
Ye Qiu knew his brother was silently saying a spell, so he patiently waited.
He waited for ten minutes.
"Hey… Brother, are you okay yet?"
"Big brother, I was almost done reciting the spell, just one last word left. When you interrupted me, I have to start over!"
Ye Qiu’s mouth twitched, what a strange situation?
"Fine then."
This time, Ye Qiu waited for twenty minutes.
"Brother, last time it was just ten minutes, right?"
"Sorry, big brother interrupted me again, I was so close to finishing!"
Ye Qiu had a few black lines on his forehead, "Brother, do you have trouble remembering words?"
"How did you know?"
"I guessed it, you tell me the incantation first, I will read it to you, and you follow me, so you won’t forget the words."
"Big pot, are you having trouble with the spellings, if you have trouble saying a sentence smoothly, why don’t you say it directly?"
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