Robin barely hesitated before chomping down on the apple.
For a while, Robin felt no reaction, clearly, he made the right choice.
"Pfft." The eerie voice changer couldn't suppress a laugh.
All of us cast suspicious glances at the cameras on this level, thinking the person behind this was a bit off.
“So, Mr. Finn, any wishes?” the voice asked Finn again.
Finn pointed to himself. “Me? A wish? Well, then bring Bran back safe and sound.”
The voice sounded like it was trying to hold back laughter. “Well then, Mr. Finn, would you dare to eat the remaining food on the table for Bran’s sake? As far as I know, the chances of the leftovers being poisoned are getting higher.”
Finn frowned, glanced back at me and Colin, and muttered, “Is this person behind everything nuts? Is he mocking me?”
Colin nodded earnestly. “Yeah, he’s looking down on you, not sure what you’re made of.”
This reverse psychology was taken seriously.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
Colin, oddly enough, kept staring at me, not looking away.
Finn, provoked, angrily grabbed a bottle of milk from the table. “To die or not to die, that’s life. Anyway, I’m not keen on finding out just yet.”
And so, Finn took a sip through the straw.
Huh, not dead.
Colin looked at him as if he were an idiot, shook his head, and whispered to me, “See, honey, despite both being from the Genius Class, the gap between him and me is quite significant.”
I nodded seriously.
Just as the person behind was about to speak, Silas, who had 'died' earlier, slowly came to, weakly asking for “Water…”
“?” Annora, frightened, hid behind Robin. “He’s not dead!”
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