"What are you doing? Did you ask me before you tried to slack off?"
"We rank everyone here according to their work progress. If you come in last place, you'll all be snacks for the Demon King."
That's quite a harsh elimination mechanism. It's clear that the Demon King did indeed make good use of Bai Yi's advice.
"Let me see what this demon king is doing."
"Left, left; right, right; where are the teammates? Teammates, come and give us some support..."
Sitting in front of the computer, using the internet cable connected to the Demon King's Castle to play multiplayer games with netizens on Earth, that's what Bai Yi saw.
As we all know, 5v5 multiplayer competitive games can sometimes be 4v6 or even 3v7.
This demon king wasn't very lucky; his two teammates were performing almost like bots, constantly feeding the enemy, so it looked like he had no chance this game.
Perhaps he was too engrossed in the moment, Bai Yi patted him on the shoulder before the Demon King finally snapped out of it.
"You're dead! It's all your fault, please... Oh, ancestor, it's alright now."
When the ancestor came to inspect, he immediately changed his expression, sat up straight with a serious look, just like a student listening attentively in class.
"I still prefer your old, unruly self. Why don't you try going back to your old self?"
"No, no, no, Ancestor, that was all because young people were ignorant. I have grown up now."
The Demon King instinctively suspected that Bai Yi was trolling him, and he really didn't want to fight again.
In that battle, I could say that I shattered the Demon King's soul with three punches. I am one of our own.
Now I'm staying in the Demon King's Castle all day, playing games. On one hand, I don't want to face Bai Yi anymore, and on the other hand, I don't want to be captured by the hero.
Of course, I am a little bit addicted to the internet, but not much (I'm sure of it).
To treat Bai Yi well, he even added more monster elimination slots for today, and the two of them enjoyed a good meal together.
Time flew by, and a few days later Bai Yi returned to his bedroom at home.
"Oh dear, my old friend, Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, your luck is truly beyond words."
On his way back, he took a look at the new Wanjian Pavilion. Usually, when recruiting new members, the Pavilion Master himself would sit at the entrance to verify the identity of each student.
Good news: As the all-knowing scholar, he indeed failed to infiltrate the group, because Bai Yi did not intend to undermine the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master's morale so soon.
Bad news: Bai Yi sensed through the power of the storyteller's path that there were indeed storytellers among the students, and quite a few of them.
Why wasn't it discovered? Because sincerity is the ultimate weapon.
These people didn't cover themselves with the original manuscript at all; they went there under their real identities, which made the Master of Ten Thousand Swords misjudge them.
Bai Yi calculated that about a quarter of the current batch of trainees are storytellers, which is quite amusing.
"I really envy him. He has so many enthusiastic fans who are willing to learn his swordsmanship, even though they may not be there for the swordsmanship itself."
(Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion: ...)
After finishing his reflections, Bai Yi lay down on his bed in the bedroom and closed his eyes.
The Soul of Possibility has cooled down. The fifth simulation can now begin.
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