Chapter 101: Saving Someone Leads to Serious Injury?

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On the curtain, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed, and a figure slowly emerged against the backdrop, the sky dim and overcast... It seemed as though the surroundings were all forest, accompanied by the rustling of leaves... Finally, the figure stopped, bent over, gasping for breath. Only then did everyone clearly see the person's face... A middle-aged man, pale and sickly... He covered his mouth, coughing incessantly... This middle-aged man was one of the demon representatives participating in the trial. He had entered through the Trial Gate on the second floor of the tavern and somehow found himself in a forest... The night was gloomy, and he had to quicken his pace, trying to find his way out of the woods... But his body betrayed him, forcing him to stop and go repeatedly until he could no longer move forward... He had no choice but to rest for a while...

“Young man, my leg is broken, can you help me?”

At that moment, an old man's voice came from the forest, filled with pain and continuous groans. The sickly middle-aged man coughed uncontrollably but followed the voice, lifting aside the grass to find an old man clutching his leg, sitting amidst a pile of grass, looking extremely distressed. The old man groaned painfully and waved his hand, seeking assistance from the middle-aged man. The sickly man froze... Should he help or not?

“Help? That’s definitely a trap. Do we even need to think about this kind of trick?”

“Helping an old man? What, does he own a mine at home?”

“I bet that old man will jump up lively in a moment and slap him in the face. Believe it?”

“Only fools would help.”

“Maybe... that old man is actually a young female demon in disguise. Help her, and you start a shameless life?”

In the tavern, the monsters watching the live broadcast mocked this clumsy trick... However, despite the warnings, the coughing middle-aged man approached the old man and reached out to help him up... This was not because he was unaware of the trap, but precisely because he realized this might be a test—a trial to assess his compassion.

Testing my kindness?

He silently praised his own cleverness... Then, he slowly bent down to help the old man, who gratefully praised the middle-aged man... At that moment, the entire tavern erupted in excitement because... sharp-eyed monsters had already noticed something wrong with the old man—his hand was slowly transforming into... a brick.

“Young man, you truly have a kind heart. My home lies at the foot of the mountain, and I have a beautiful granddaughter waiting for me...”

The old man said perfunctorily, waiting for the middle-aged man to come and help him up, ready to strike with the brick...

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However... everything was under the old man's control, but he never expected...

Just as the middle-aged man reached out to help, the old man suddenly felt a wetness on his face, salty and warm... He wiped it and looked closely, shocked—it was blood...

Immediately, all the monsters watching the live broadcast in the tavern were stunned...

The middle-aged man spat a mouthful of blood onto the equally shocked old man's face and then collapsed into his arms...

...

Damn, helping the old man ended up killing himself?

Huge letters flashed on the tavern’s big screen...

Chicken Demon Clan, fierce little chicken eliminated...

“Truly... fierce...”

The demons couldn’t help but sigh.

The trial tasks were presented to the tavern’s other monsters in a live broadcast style.

The monsters participating in the trial hadn’t expected this. It was like a street prank show where every move of the participants was exposed to the audience’s eyes—only the participants themselves were unaware...

There were six monsters in total competing for the waiter position...

On the task board beneath the big screen, their profiles were posted. Some monsters even started betting pools in the tavern...

In this world, currency had no direct impact on a monster’s life, but even monsters had to live. They couldn’t just survive without thriving...

Hence, money was still a strong temptation for monsters...

After all, with money, wouldn’t their skins have more outfits?

Where there are betting pools, there are odds...

At the forefront was the most popular Dragon Seventh Young Master...

As for second and third place, few paid much attention; everyone’s eyes were fixed only on the champion and the underdog...

The second and third contenders would at most receive sympathetic remarks like...

“You don’t even know how hard you tried...”

But... who cared?

The underdog’s odds were unsurprisingly the highest. In everyone’s eyes, Li Changluo, who couldn’t even transform his demon form, was undoubtedly the one with the longest odds...

“The odds for second to last place differ by ten times—I don’t even think we need to include him, right?”

“Exactly, as long as Dragon Seventh Young Master is here, everyone else might as well give up...”

“Dragon Seventh Young Master will easily crush all the other little demons...”

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“Dragon Seventh Young Master, I want to bear your monkey child...”

“Dragon Seventh Young Master, what shade of lipstick do you wear?”

...

The betting area was swarmed by dice monsters, poker monsters, and mahjong monsters, all analyzing the odds and sharing their views...

“You’re all too naive. Some things require looking beyond imagination to see the essence. The taste of these odds, you must savor it carefully, heh heh heh.”

From the midst of these gambling monsters, a drunken man wearing a crown staggered forward...

His face flushed as he hiccupped, pulling nine large coins from his pocket and laying them out on the table in a row. Proudly, he said to a waisted female dealer and a two-biscuit monster, “All on Li Changluo...”

“Yeah, I’ve long suspected something fishy. These odds must be rigged, right?”

“Why not try betting on Li Changluo?”

“Try it then, fortune favors the bold. I think this poop monster makes sense.”

So, the hesitant monsters who hadn’t yet bet quickly placed their bets on Li Changluo...

Everyone understood this logic—it was just like betting on a game: odds, heh heh...

The poop monster stroked his fine goatee and winked at the female dealer...

“Sir, you...”

“Wanna date? I am the king, and my harem still needs a queen...”

“Sir, the minimum bet is ten coins, and you only placed nine...”

“Hahaha, don’t mind the details. Is this enough?”

The poop monster shook his wide-sleeved elegant robe, and a pile of gold and silver jewelry clattered onto the table...

The female dealer’s eyes widened, and she cast a seductive glance at the poop monster.

“Sir, are you betting all on Li Changluo?”

“No, all on Dragon Seventh Young Master.”

“Very well, sir.”

“...” The monsters murmured.

“Uncle, what were you doing just now?”

“Eh, life is full of surprises. Aren’t you surprised? Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Wonderful my foot—beat him up...”

“Beat his ass, see if he’s surprised!”

So, the monsters pounced on the poop monster, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks...