CHAPTER 331: CHAPTER 121 [RULES] (7800 WORDS)_4

Okay, so it turns out it’s just voice translation.

But this secret realm can actually do that?

Chen Yan keenly caught the details in the little boy’s words!

It’s endowed by the secret realm! Not the secret realm master!

So, this secret realm even has automatic voice translation functions?

Is it really that smart?

Suddenly, Chen Yan thought of a possibility...

"Hey! Stop dawdling and wasting time! Quickly state your demand!!"

The little boy, dissatisfied with Chen Yan’s thoughtful silence, interrupted: "Hurry up!! Don’t try to delay! No matter how long you drag this out, you won’t gain hours! Such small tricks are useless to me! I will definitely win the second round!"

"...Has anyone ever told you that you’re very noisy?" Chen Yan frowned in displeasure, looking at the little boy, a peculiar smile gradually appearing on his face: "Good, then in the second round, my demand is for you to..."

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yan slowly said word by word: "From now on, you’re not allowed to make any sound!"

"..." The little boy was suddenly startled, then his expression changed dramatically, and he instinctively covered his mouth with both hands.

Chen Yan watched the little boy, slowly retracting his smile.

·

Chen Yan went to the bathroom, flushed the water, washed his face, and rinsed his mouth.

Of course, he used the mineral water he brought for washing his face and rinsing his mouth.

After finishing, he returned to the room, fixed the overturned bed, and put the messy bed sheets and pillows back to their original places.

Finally, he lay down and leaned against the headboard.

All the while, the little boy followed him closely, anxiously circling around Chen Yan, his expression growing uglier, and frantically gesturing.

Chen Yan leaned against the headboard and even adjusted the pillow to make himself more comfortable, finally glancing at the little boy, speaking sincerely: "What’s wrong? I’ve made my request, and you’re complying.

We can now proceed to the third round; it’s your turn to start. Go ahead, I’m waiting for you."

"......"

The little boy glared at Chen Yan, gesturing furiously.

"Hey, now aren’t you the one wasting and dragging out the time? Hurry and start the third round, I’m still waiting!" Chen Yan complained seemingly displeased: "If you don’t start soon, I’m going to fall asleep."

The little boy grew more anxious, his face filled with anger, frantically gesturing.

Suddenly, he reached out and made some marks on the wall, quickly writing a line of text...

Chen Yan glanced at the text on the wall, shook his head and said: "Sorry, I don’t read Japanese; I can’t understand what you’ve written— I don’t know Japanese, and reading Japanese is something I simply can’t do, you can’t force me to do something that is impossible for me— that’s the rule, right."

By the end, Chen Yan couldn’t help but reveal a sly smile.

The anger on the little boy’s face deepened!

Chen Yan even propped his legs up on the bed, leisurely smiled and said:

"You don’t know Dragon Country Language, the only way to communicate with me is the voice translation granted by the secret realm.

So, now that you can’t speak... and since you can’t write Dragon Country Language either."

The little boy, though half-transparent in his ghost body form, seemed to practically turn red with anger.

"You can’t physically harm me, you can’t open the door yourself... you can only deal with me through winning or losing the game." Chen Yan sighed, his tone filled with regret: "But unfortunately, you can’t speak right now, so you can’t even continue the game.

But that’s not my fault, I just asked you not to speak—this is something you can definitely do!

As for whether your inability to speak affects the game’s progress, that has nothing to do with me— I’m not breaking any rules."

After saying this, Chen Yan rummaged through the alchemy furnace and surprisingly found a novel—one he had bought at the airport before leaving the country.

Leaning against the bed, Chen Yan opened the novel and began to read, casually saying: "Take your time to think, let me know whenever you want to start the third round."

The little boy: "......"

Chen Yan ignored him and even started humming a song: "Why don’t you just delete me~ I clenched my teeth to command myself to utter this sentence~..."

·

One minute... five minutes... ten minutes... twenty minutes...

Finally, as time was approaching an hour, the little boy seemed on the verge of exploding.

"Enough!!!!!!"

Suddenly, he roared angrily, breaking the silence in the room.

Finally speaking, the little boy gritted his teeth at Chen Yan: "Despicable guy! You’re using this method..."

"A shameless person has no right to call out others." Chen Yan shook his head: "I believe you’ve done countless despicable things way more severe than I ever could. So save the loser’s whining!"

The little boy’s face was twisted.

Chen Yan put away his novel, got off the bed, and stood properly: "Now, in the second round, you violated my requirement, so... you lost! Losing two rounds in a row, I won two parts, so the game is over, I’m the winner, and you’re the loser, correct?"

The little boy’s body visibly swelled, angrily glaring at Chen Yan, his body suddenly expanding three to four times its size, his face contorted, roaring at Chen Yan: "Cunning despicable guy! You won’t be pleased for long!!! You’ll never get out of this secret realm!! You..."

"Losers should just leave." Chen Yan didn’t even spare him a glance.

"You won! You despicable bastard!!" the little boy growled lowly, but then suddenly propelled himself into the wall, disappearing completely.