“What are you doing?! Trying to die?!”
Bingpo stormed up, grabbing Chiyan’s collar in a rage.
The second floor was bad enough, but the third too?!
Although Bingpo acts aloof, they’re sisters. She doesn’t want Chiyan hurt and planned the safest route.
But Chiyan…
“Let go! My smarts aren’t worse than yours! A measly intelligence test? I’ll breeze through, trust me!” Chiyan grinned cheekily, brimming with confidence.
Her smile left Bingpo speechless. She opened her mouth but swallowed her words.
“You’re that confident? The third floor’s test will be way harder than the second. Even I’m not 100% sure,” Bingpo said, staring gravely.
Chiyan, still grinning, gave a thumbs-up. “Chill, I got this. You handle the combat test. You, who’s always matched me, will crush it!”
“Fine, I’ll trust you this time.”
Bingpo sighed helplessly, raising her fist. Chiyan, smiling, bumped it—a childhood ritual signaling reconciliation or teamwork.
Outside, Filo watched, uneasy. Chiyan picking intelligence and Bingpo combat? She hoped they’d pass safely. If danger struck…
Filo didn’t notice her own resolve. Her fingers twitched, sprouting tiny blood threads. If things went south, she might act unconsciously.
Total mama bear.
The white dragon didn’t grasp the gravity. After the second floor, she assumed the red and blue girls were brain-and-brawn prodigies, breezing through either test. The fourth floor might stump them, but the third? No problem.
Well… no problem if Bingpo stuck to intelligence and Chiyan to combat.
Here’s hoping it goes smoothly. Filo didn’t know the intelligence test was riddles. If she did, she’d be less worried—Chiyan’s street smarts might shine.
Filo could only pray. To whom? Definitely not the goddess who reincarnated her here.
“Pass, pass, pass, please pass, or… or I’ll have to step in…”
Filo mumbled softly, her blood threads wriggling.
Back in the spiral tower:
Chiyan chose intelligence, forcing Bingpo into combat. For an ice dragon, combat wasn’t easy—lacking red dragon brawn. Her ties with Chiyan came from attribute counters, but now? Gotta go for it!
Choices made, the intelligence test began…
Like the second floor, a giant pillar rose with a thud, lifting Chiyan skyward. Same setup, same rules—just different players.
Chiyan, you got this!
Bingpo cheered inwardly. A question popped up on Chiyan’s interface.
[Question: What creature walks on four legs in the morning, two at noon, and three at night?]
Bingpo fell silent, ruling out “no answer.” No creature in her knowledge matched. Then it clicked—not literal times, but life stages: youth, adulthood, old age. The answer: human race. Only humans decline so much with age, needing canes.
Bingpo knew but couldn’t hint. Filo, outside, knew instantly—classic Earth riddle. But she didn’t think it was a true riddle. Normal riddles give straight questions with tricky answers. This one’s question was tricky, but the answer was straight—not quite a riddle.
Chiyan pondered, then snapped her fingers. “This… has no answer!”
Bingpo facepalmed. The interface paused, the pillar rumbled, and with a thud, it dropped a notch.
Chiyan froze, unprepared—she genuinely thought she was right.
“What?! Where’d I mess up? Explain!” Chiyan jabbed a finger skyward, yelling.
Bingpo was stunned. The floor’s consciousness too.
Someone’s arguing with it?
[Correct answer: “human race.” Morning symbolizes youth, noon adulthood, afternoon old age.]
“Bullshit! Metaphors now?! You throw in metaphors without quotes—how’s anyone supposed to get it? I’m complaining!” Chiyan flipped the bird.
The consciousness paused.
[Complain? To whom?]
“My Master, duh! She’s badass. If she hears about this unfair crap, she’ll storm in and tear this floor apart!” Chiyan roared.
Filo, watching, blinked, baffled. Why’s Chiyan name-dropping me? I shouldn’t be in this…
She glanced at the white dragon, whose neck was dripping sweat.
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