Free Web NovelChapter 860: Chapter 824: Magic Pen Ma Beng
"You’ve changed, you’ve really changed, you actually don’t remember me anymore. Come take a look at this, I think it’ll help you get your memory back." At this point Gu Mian had already taken the guitar bag off his back and was reaching for the zipper.
Seeing Gu Mian take the bag off his back, Teacher Slaughter felt a bit confused.
Come to think of it, this lower-class guy seemed to have been carrying this big bag on his back the whole time. It’d been on him ever since the first stage started.
In theory, contestants aren’t allowed to bring such large personal items into the game, so why has no one questioned it from the beginning till now?
He himself had clearly noticed the big bag on 1118’s back a long time ago, yet never went after him over it.
Teacher Slaughter didn’t know Gu Mian had the [Holy Disguise Item "Eight Characters" Moustache] stuck to his face. This thing makes people fail to recognize someone even face-to-face; even if Gu Mian’s features were already extremely obvious, everyone would still be like idiots, unable to remember who he was or recognize the clothes on him.
"And why does this bag look more and more familiar, but I just can’t remember where I’ve seen it before." Staring at the guitar bag in Gu Mian’s hands, Teacher Slaughter had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn’t recall when he’d seen it in the past.
While Teacher Slaughter was busy being puzzled, Gu Mian had already pulled the zipper all the way open. A cold flash of light shot toward Teacher Slaughter’s face, and he finally saw what was inside the bag.
Chainsaw!
How could a lower-class person have something like this?
Wait, chainsaw? Teacher Slaughter suddenly thought of something bad, of memories he didn’t want to remember.
"You... you, you, you..." He stuck out a hand and pointed at Gu Mian. A familiar figure surfaced in his mind, but he couldn’t recall the name at all, couldn’t link that figure in his head to the person in front of him.
It was like his brain was covered with a layer of paper on a window, hazy and muddled. The truth was clearly right within reach, yet no matter what he did he just couldn’t poke through that layer of paper.
Down below, Li San had the exact same feeling.
Looking at that chainsaw that was both familiar and terrifying, the name in his heart had already come to his lips but just wouldn’t come out. That name was shrouded in mist; Li San’s whole mind held only one sentence: "Who is he?"
"Who is he?" the other staff members were saying the same thing.
"Is that a chainsaw? How can a lower-class person have a chainsaw?"
"Get up there and grab the chainsaw away, is he trying to take the host hostage?!"
The staff immediately reacted, gathering together and rushing toward the stage.
When the chainsaw appeared, Teacher Slaughter’s first reaction was also to think Gu Mian wanted to take him hostage. He didn’t expect the other party to have zero interest in him; Gu Mian yanked the chainsaw to life and started sawing at the floor under his feet.
The rumbling roar echoed across the stage like a motorcycle doing stunt tricks on it.
"What are you doing! How dare you destroy the stage!" The moment he saw his beloved stage being damaged, Teacher Slaughter couldn’t care about anything else; he immediately rushed forward to try and stop Gu Mian.
In this world, whenever lower-class people face Upper Class People, they are always humble and ingratiating, as if they were born to be that way.
Teacher Slaughter had long since gotten used to the lower-class’ fawning humility. So even when facing this nameless lower-class person, he still kept that lofty attitude.
Even though Gu Mian was holding a vicious-looking chainsaw, Teacher Slaughter didn’t believe he had the guts to put the chainsaw on him.
Gu Mian was not about to put up with Teacher Slaughter’s crap. He lifted a foot and kicked the man who’d come over to condemn him, sending him flying.
Teacher Slaughter was short; after getting kicked over, he rolled several times across the stage. His clothes got wrinkled, the mic clipped to his ear fell off, his head was buzzing, and his face was full of disbelief.
When Gu Mian first drew the chainsaw, the audience thought it was some kind of special segment.
But what happened next got more and more wrong. Only when Teacher Slaughter was kicked over by Gu Mian did the audience finally lose their composure.
"Wait, what’s that lower-class guy doing?"
"He dares to treat an Upper Class Person like that?"
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While the audience was still confused, Gu Mian had already sawed a three-meter-long crack into the floor under his feet.
The stage was hollow inside, and the floor was only six or seven centimeters thick. Sawing with a chainsaw was as easy as slicing tofu.
He straightened up and gestured at the big crack he’d sawed out. "Looks like you can see below through this gap."
But it was too dark below. Looking down into it you could only see a patch of pitch-black; better to open up a whole door.
So Gu Mian bent down again, selflessly dedicated, and started "drawing a door" on the floor, just like that upright and kind Ma Liang with the magic brush in the fairy tale.
If nothing unexpected happened, the next step should be for the villain to come on stage and stop Ma Liang’s artistic creation.
Sure enough, a rapid stomping of footsteps sounded by his ears, as if someone was coming up from the bottom of the Pyramid. Mixed in with the footsteps were a few curses, all the usual "damned lower-class scum" stuff.
Gu Mian raised his head and looked toward the source of the sound, only to see a large group of staff clamber up. Faces dark, they charged toward him.
Gu Mian had wrecked the second stage; the staff were furious, full of fire with nowhere to vent it. They wished they could tie Gu Mian up like a pig and force him to go through every single event on the field, best if he could die a few hundred times.
That unique arrogance of the Upper Class People meant they didn’t take the weapon in Gu Mian’s hands seriously at all. Just like Teacher Slaughter, they all thought that even if a lower-class person had the heart of a thief, he wouldn’t have the guts; even with a chainsaw in his hands, he wouldn’t dare hurt them.
And so, clutching these beautiful fantasies, the staff charged at the man standing in the center of the stage.
But before their wish could come true, they were each hit once by Gu Mian, who was swinging the saw around.
"Insane." Gu Mian sawed as he grumbled, "Who the hell sees someone swinging a chainsaw and still dares to rush up? Got a pig’s head stuffed between those two ears or what."
The staff collapsed onto the stage wailing, while Teacher Slaughter—who’d been kicked over in advance—became the only uninjured Upper Class Person on stage.
He had finally recovered from that kick and was scrambling up from the floor on all fours, staring blankly at the scene before him.
Who am I? Where am I? Is this still a world ruled by the Upper Class People? That’s what he was thinking.
His thoughts were exactly what most people were thinking right now.
When they saw the staff rush up, the audience were still imagining that once they caught 1118, they’d let him live long enough to try every torture in existence.
But in the next second, the staff who had rushed up were felled like watermelons and cabbages chopped up and tossed onto the ground. The audience didn’t react for a moment; they just gaped at the stage, hardly believing their eyes.
The expressions on the lower-class contestants’ faces were no better than those of the Upper Class People.
The most spectacular expression belonged to 1766 at the top of the tower.
When Gu Mian whipped a chainsaw out of the guitar bag and started sawing the floor, his face was full of shock; when Gu Mian kicked over Teacher Slaughter, who had rushed forward to stop him, his mouth opened so wide you could almost fit two light bulbs in; when he saw the staff come on stage, intending to punish Gu Mian, he relaxed and put on a "time to watch a good show" expression; when the staff dropped one after another, his facial muscles had gone completely numb.
The place was a total mess, and in a corner where no one was paying attention, Li San was sneaking toward the main exit of the venue on tiptoe.
He hadn’t joined the others in charging onto the stage; he followed his heart and chose to slip away instead.
"Run! Gotta run!" By now he believed every word Gu Mian had said. He was terrified that if he ran a step slower, he’d end up like that host from the word-guessing instance.
And in another unnoticed corner, Mr. Green was also quietly slipping away.
"Now’s the time! Run!"
Mr. Green was short and unremarkable. The unlucky part was that the stage was in the middle of the stands, so no matter which way he left, he had to pass through the Upper Class People in the audience.
He could only hunch over and keep his head down, inching forward, terrified that the nearby Upper Class People would notice something was off.
"This is outrageous!"
"Get up there and grab that lower-class bastard!"
The stands had already boiled over as well. The Upper Class People had forgotten they were supposed to be spectators here to watch a show; they all stood up and surged angrily toward the stage.
The petite Mr. Green was knocked flat to the ground by an Upper Class Person who rammed into him out of nowhere, sending him falling backward.
"Lower-class trash? Trying to slip away?" The Upper Class Person who’d knocked him over saw Mr. Green’s face, furrowed his brows viciously, and lifted his foot to kick him hard.
