I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 20
Chapter 20: “Kid, Overconfidence Will Be Your Downfall!”
“This woman is a bit suspicious… but if what she says is true, a powerful supernatural entity will descend at 4:30. Even though I have reward items, it’s better to be prepared. After all, we’re just using each other.”
Pyramid Country’s Rahman decided to test the waters further.
The surveillance feed showed nothing but a delicate, beautiful woman.
As long as I don’t open the door for her and she can’t get out, I can just promise to help, extract all the intel, and then decide.
Information was the key to clearing supernatural trials.
So he returned to the employee break room and began communicating with the female ghost inside.
Most other contestants shared the same thought—more intel couldn’t hurt. Whether it’s true or not, I’ll judge for myself.
Soon, after the contestants insincerely promised to free her, she revealed how to survive the impending crisis.
According to her:
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- The Frostborne Wax Figure descends from the third floor punctually at 4:30 PM.
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- Do not let it spot you during this time—it’s at its strongest.
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- It draws power from the subzero chamber in Room 3-2, meaning it’s essentially “fully charged” upon arrival.
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- The Frostborne Wax Figure descends from the third floor punctually at 4:30 PM.
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- Hide in the secret compartment of the second-floor archives—undetectable there.
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- She even sketched a crude map of how to access it.
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- Hide in the secret compartment of the second-floor archives—undetectable there.
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- The Frostborne Wax Figure lingers on the second floor for 30 minutes, modifying wax figures and scanning for living intruders.
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- At 5:00 PM, it moves to the first-floor lobby to continue its work.
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- Another 30-minute window before its energy depletes, forcing it to return to Room 3-2 to “recharge.”
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- At 5:00 PM, it moves to the first-floor lobby to continue its work.
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- The critical task:
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- Sneak out of the archives during these 30 minutes.
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- Ascend to the third floor undetected.
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- Sabotage Room 3-2’s freezing mechanism.
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- Without it, the Frostborne Wax Figure loses power, weakening all enhanced wax figures into frail, ordinary ghosts—no stronger than the bowing ghost or the female ghost herself.
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- The critical task:
By then, surviving contestants could clear the trial with ease.
Even Rahman found her explanation flawless.
As an employee, knowing about the secret compartment and the entity’s patterns made sense.
The only concern? Whether the compartment itself was a trap.
He’d need to verify that.
On impulse, he asked: “Is there a way to permanently destroy the Frostborne Wax Figure?”
The ghost hesitated before sliding out a reply:
[I don’t recommend it. Even in stasis, it’s formidable. But if you insist…]
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- Room 3-7 (third floor, right corridor) holds a crimson dagger.
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- Stabbing its torso or head might work.
Another note followed:
[Still, disabling the cold room is safer. Why risk it?]
Her reluctance seemed genuine—if the guard dies, who’ll free me?
Logically, if she wanted him dead, she’d have stayed silent.
Was she truly a key informant?
Past trials proved that ghosts could offer vital clues, even if their motives were selfish.
Not that Rahman planned to free her. The moment the Frostborne Wax Figure was neutralized, he’d lock her in forever.
Most contestants dismissed the crimson dagger—Room 3-7 was marked “Danger,” and even the ghost advised against it.
15 minutes until 4:30 PM.
They rushed to inspect the archives’ secret compartment for traps, having previously found nothing useful in the room’s endless records.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yangqing remained lounging on the sofa.
Audience reactions:
“Everyone else is scrambling, and this guy’s relaxing?!”
“He’s not here to clear the trial—he’s on vacation.”
“Others are crawling on the floor, and he’s complaining the sofa isn’t plush enough. LOL.”
“Absolute power = absolute comfort.”
At 4:25 PM, the ghost grew frantic.
Only then did Zhang Yangqing rise—leaving the door wide open.
The ghost shut it herself.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
“Nice try, little trickster. Let’s see how you react to my performance.”
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Meanwhile, other contestants:
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- Located the compartment (barely fits two people).
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- Tested it with dummy props—no mechanisms or locks.
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- Hid inside, counting down to 5:00 PM.
With their screens uneventful, global viewers switched to Long Nation’s feed—and collectively gasped.
International Chat:
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- “Am I seeing this?! He’s NOT hiding?!” (Eagle Nation)
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- “Directly fighting a full-power boss? Entertainment.“ (Tower Nation)
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- “Kid, overconfidence will be your downfall! Amen.” (Pasta Nation)
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- “He’s so brave… and looks like my long-lost cousin. Must share our noble blood.” (Kimchi Nation)
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- “STOP. Yesterday you said John was your uncle. Any competent contestant = your relative?“ (Blossom Nation)
On screen: 4:29 PM.
Zhang Yangqing strolled casually on the second floor.
Then—
THUD. THUD. THUD.
A heavy footstep echoed from the stairwell.