Ah'Ming opened his eyes.
He was lying in a ratty bed.
The same bed from the illusion he had been trapped in.
He got up, and noticed a note in his hand.
Toss, toss, toss the handkerchief,
Gently lay it behind your little friend,
Shh, don't tell them,
Quick, quick, catch them now,
Quick, quick, catch them now,
Quick, quick, catch them now.
He groaned.
Really? After all that effort in the illusion? What even was with the sudden difficulty? It went from a little boxed room to a massive illusion that spanned months. truly, the system was a laborer.
He went quiet for a little bit.
Who even knew about the strange nature of humans? He'd always thought he was evil. It turns out, he did have pretty strong morals, but only to his own perceived kind.
Ah'Ming shuddered.
A spell that truly convinced him he was human, to the point of making him shudder at eating his own kind....
The girl's spell had backfired on her. She'd wanted him to act as though he was a beast, barely human, but she accidentally gave him a sense of empathy.
Disgusting.
He wanted to feel it again, though.
He'd only felt that way, the need to protect, to one being before. The queen was gone.
He got up.
Niuniu had tried so hard to get him to eat.
"Niuniu's angry, just look, you looked!
Huffing, puffing, what tricks she'll play,
Throwing a fit in her own small way."
But, her tricks hadn't worked.
Good for him.
Ah'Ming got up, stretched, and started walking. The little crinkled note in his hand gradually turned into a red handkerchief.
He'd spent some time in [][][][][][]. They didn't have throw the handkerchief there, but they had something similar. Duck, duck, goose. it was basically the same game, but duck duck goose was easier because the goose could tell right away they were it.
Ah'Ming walked and pondered, pondered and walked.
He noticed four people nearby.
He looked at them from afar, near hidden. This song was different to the rest. this song was from a competitional game. who knew if losing had consequences?
They were all probably partners. If it was similar to what he'd thought, getting a partner from clearing one round, all alive, then there should be eight of them. Clearing hide and seek would get one partner, to a total of two.
Clearing the little saw room would bring a total of four.
The illusion would bring eight.
Wait, no. there was the one of jumping in the cafeteria.
So would it be sixteen?
Or maybe the illusion was an optional side-quest.
...
That made a lot more sense. It was far more difficult than the rest, so it must be an optional one, perhaps even for extra rewards.
It would have been great if Ah'Ming had known that beforehand, though.
Then... They were still missing people. Unless they had also died in the challenges.
Ah'Ming ran up, and dropped the handkerchief behind someone. he actually rather liked this game.
He laughed, and ran. the four people ran after him as well.
A timer appeared.
Counting down, from thirty seconds.
One of the people suddenly had a blue glow, accelerating greatly. A speed boost, hmm? Too bad Ah'Ming was naturally faster anyways. He flew ahead, and was the clear winner. The others quickly lost him.
Once the timer was done, he was sucked into a hole in the ground.
He was spat back out in the kitchen.
He walked out, and sat at a table. He sat on a chair, at the table. He didn't actually sit on the table itself, that would be very rude. It was a comical scene, since he was far too big for the little children seats.
(锅碗瓢盆叮叮当,小手忙忙乱敲响.面粉飞舞白如雪,糖浆滴落粘衣裳.偷吃饼干笑嘻嘻,被抓 瞬间装无辜.大喊:"这是谁干的?"风声作证锅里汤.)
Pots and bowls go clank and ring,Little hands make chaos sing.Flour flies like winter
snow,Syrup drips on shirt below.Sneaking cookies, giggles bright,Caught in act — "Who? Not
right!""Who did this?" they loudly claim,Even the soup whispers their name.
Dude. Ah'Ming was sick of this already, he'd done so much already! At least this one seemed
alright. It was probably a gift from the system, as a make up session.
He went back to the kitchen, and threw everything into chaos. He trashed the place fully. Pots and pans did, in fact, go flying. Flour was scattered across the floor, walls and doors. He couldn't find any syrup though.
Chaos and harmony.
Ah'Ming was the chaos incarnate, and the harmony lay in the disharmony of the ruined arrangements of utensils.
After, he went back to his room to sleep.
The system, for its wondrous and unbounded grace, had left the little room he'd arrived in intact, with the bed and everything. The pillows were fluffed, the bed itself was all welcoming and soft.
Ah'Ming fell asleep the moment he hit the bed.
Yippee
We all love sleep