Chapter 12: Those damn stowaways!

The large mole gently ground its sharp claws on the match head of the giant match. With a click, a spark flickered across the bright red match head, and soon a raging flame engulfed the entire match. The Great Mole rests the match on the ground, skewers the massive Huo Ji with its long claws, and places it over the flames to sizzle.

The college girl went to the corner to pick up the cook and looked up, "He's fine, he just passed out."

Tang Mo and Li Wen helped Li Bin up.

Except for the unconscious cook, the other six sat off to the side, away from the big mole.

Yet this underground cave is only so big, and even from the farthest seat, the crackling sound of burning matches and the tantalizing smell of Huo Ji's fresh aroma could not be avoided.

The bright oil of the meat runs slowly over Huo Ji's firm flesh and drips into the roaring fire. Tang Mo has never smelled such a tantalizing aroma, and the smell of the meat, which is unique to the meat, penetrates everyone's nostrils as Huo Ji is simply roasted over a match without any condiments.

Giant matches illuminated the cave, giving the crowd a better look at the Huo Ji, which was a burnt, oily color, with a slightly charred skin, which was crinkled and crisped with the crackling of the flames, so that even if you didn't get to eat it, you could imagine what kind of delicacy it was.

Everyone gulped.

The match burns to ashes, and Huo Ji has roasted it.

The mole sat on the ground, its small eyes glowing. The sharp claws and huge teeth suppressed the six men's urge to grab Huo Ji, and Tang Mo watched from afar as the mole bit into Huo Ji, his expression softening the moment he ate it.

"Huo Ji, baked on a mosaic of matches, is the most delicious thing in the world, and I didn't tell anyone. It was the happiest Thanksgiving I've ever had."

The giant mole tears into the Huo Ji meat with its teeth, paying no attention to the humans who sit at a distance and gulp continuously.

As it is, Tang Mo can't complain. Of the six people who were still awake, Tang Mo was the one with the most fighting ability. But even when he, struggling to utilize that bitchy book, used his powers to launch a sneak attack with only one of his powers collected, he was stopped by the other party with a claw, and robbed of the matches to use as fuel to roast Huo Ji.

As much as the big mole's expression of enjoyment, the six men's stomachs growled.

Seemingly in a jovial mood, the Great Mole ate one chicken leg before biting into the other and muttering, "How did you get mosaic matches for that?"

The other party suddenly asked, Tang Mo slightly stunned, calmly said, "Before ...... unfortunately touched one side."

Big Mole "Oh": "Little Mosaic this time arson, or murder? She's a good little girl, but she's just a bit particular about her hobbies. You must think she's cute, too?"

Tang Mo: "......"

It always seemed like a deadly question at the touch of a button.

Tang Mo ruthlessly chooses the former between his own little life and his conscience.

"She's really, really cute." Tang Mo said expressionlessly.

Big Mole nodded, "Yeah, she's just as cute as I am."

Tang Mo: "......"

Crowd: "......"

It's good that you're happy.

The large mole finished the other chicken leg and began to eat the chicken wing. It moved extremely fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, its sharp claws dismantled the bones on the chicken wings. Tang Mo's eyes narrowed. If it went at this speed, it would simply be easy for the Great Mole to kill the seven of them. Then it just tossed around for so long, could ...... it be playing?

The big mole ate Huo Ji foolishly, not realizing that Tang Mo had been thinking for a long time and was on the alert. As he ate the meat, he slurred, "Thanks for the matches this time. Mosaic matches are the best fuel for roasting Huo Ji, but this little girl of hers doesn't know any better, saying she wants to take matches to start a fire, and never gives me one."

Tang Mo reminded, "You just said she was an obedient and understanding little girl."

Big Mole rubbed his head, "Did I say that? I don't remember." Big Mole quickly changed the subject, "Normally, you shouldn't start attacking the tower at this time. Mosaic's matches are as good a weapon as any to accompany you through the second tier and to the third tier where you can barely handle those nasty stinkers. I'm so lucky to have run into you guys early and enjoyed my Huo Ji early. ah, thanks for the Black Tower and Happy Thanksgiving!"

Tang Mo watched the big mole cautiously, when suddenly, his hand was gently touched. He turned to look, Luo Fengcheng made a gag: condescension.

Tang Mo had planned for this, and he took advantage of the fact that the Great Mole was in a good mood to ask, seemingly casually, "Shouldn't we attack the tower at this point?"

The big mole ate his meat and nodded, "Just at your current level, how many of you have awakened your powers? If it was the first level in normal mode, you guys would have been damned just coming in, you wouldn't even be able to get into my cave, those geoducks could have bitten you to death up there."

Luo Fengcheng grasped the key words, "Alien ability? Normal mode?"

Big Mole only answered the latter point: "Yeah, aren't you guys playing retard mode right now?"

Retards: "......"

Seems like the Black Tower did say at the beginning that this was the first level of retarded mode ......

A Huo Ji was already half eaten, and Tang Mo glanced at the remains of the Huo Ji. Although he wanted to know about the supernatural power, he had more important things he wanted to know right now, "Uncle Mole ......, what exactly is a tower attack?"

"Attacking the tower is attacking the tower, it's not like you guys can attack the tower right now, it's only because a stowaway accidentally reached the tower attack level that you guys were forced into the game by him." The voice suddenly paused, and the big mole licked the greasy juice on his paw, "Huh, then shouldn't I also thank that stowaway, if not for him opening the game early, you guys wouldn't be able to enter. You can't get in, I can't eat such delicious Huo Ji.But he is a stowaway ah ......"

Tang Mo: "What is a stowaway?"

The big mole suddenly looked up, a glint in his eye.

"Stowaways, those who haven't experienced the game and logged into the Black Tower in some other way. They are the most disgusting villains, and if you catch one and eat him, you can gain great power. Stowaways are my favorite to eat, their meat is flavorful and tender, and they contain great power. Every stowaway has psychic powers!"

The six people looked at each other, even the junior high school girl understood that this "logging into the Black Tower" people may refer to those who survived and did not disappear.

Tang Mo's scalp tingled as he listened, but he remained calm, "And how exactly did they log into the Black Tower?"

The big mole's teeth rubbed up and down, making a piercing sound, "There are three ways to enter the Black Tower, and the three results produce three identities, which are official players, reservists and stowaways. Formal players are those who participate in the Black Tower game within three days, win, and are officially recognized by the Black Tower. Reservists did not participate in the Black Tower game during the three days, but did participate in other games and were recognized by the Black Tower to some extent. They can later advance to full player status by winning a Black Tower game. And finally there they are, my favorite stowaways ......"

Big Mole Tee left a mouthful of water.

"A stowaway is someone who has eliminated a player by killing them during those three days. Before the game officially began, every human was a stowaway player, and eliminating at least one stowaway player allowed them to log into the Black Tower. Elimination methods ......" the large mole raised those tiny, sharp eyes, "include and are not limited to gameplay methods. Killing people is also eliminating players yah."

Tang Mo's heart clenched hard for a moment and quickly regained its composure.

He remembered the first stowaway he had ever seen.

Qian Sankun, the thief. Tang Mo originally thought that he, like himself, was the winner of an inexplicable game that he survived. In the book of supernatural powers, Qian Sankun's name was followed by the word "stowaway", which Tang Mo had never understood, but never realized that it meant something like this ......

The Great Mole began to eat Huo Ji's chicken breast, crunching and gnawing, saying vaguely, "It's a pity that stowaway didn't come to me, or else I would have eaten him ...... a stowaway who was able to start the tower attack game early, and how delicious he would have been! How much power I could gain by eating him!" Big Mole said regretfully, "Every official player and stowaway must have their powers turned on, and the chances of a reservist turning on their powers are slightly lower. I want to eat that stowaway so bad ......"

The big mole swallowed again.

Tang Mo A few people didn't dare to imagine the scene of eating a living person, but the words that Big Mole had just said had already sketched out a much clearer world of the Black Tower for them.

Of the 400 million or so people left in the world, there are three types, full players, reservists and stowaways. Reservists may have psychic powers, while full-fledged players and stowaways are sure to have psychic powers. Full players such as Tang Mo have the cheap book; stowaways such as Qian Sankun have the ability to store objects in their bodies.

Now they don't know which of the three has a higher percentage of players, it could be a full player, it could be a reservist, but it could never be a stowaway.

There can't be more than 10 million people who have killed in that three-day period, even globally.

Stowaways are in the minority, so who really has more regular players and reserves?

Tang Mo inexplicably felt that it might be that full-fledged players like him were in the minority. At least out of the seven of them, there were four who had definitely never participated in a Black Tower game.

The Great Mole began to eat the last piece of chicken breast, "What a shame, that stowaway who started the tower attack game must have been eaten alive by now. Why didn't he come to me, such a delicious stowaway, I would have loved to eat one too ......"

After finishing the last bite of Huo Ji, the Big Mole rubbed his rounded stomach with insatiable satisfaction. The scent of Huo Ji still hung in the air, and the crowd inhaled a few times, consoling themselves that they too had smelled Huo Ji.

The Great Mole was no exception. He kept sniffing the air with his bright red nose.

Gradually, Huo Ji's fragrance dissipated.

A bright child's voice rang in the ears of several Tang Mo people.

"Dingdong! Complete Side Quest 1: Bake a Huo Ji for the lovely Uncle Mole."

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

It was at this moment, but a weird and sharp laugh rang out. The large mole opened its tiny eyes, and its shrewd and sharp edge swept over all the humans present. It cackled, and no one knew how it made such a strange sound. The sound seemed like the noise of fingernails sliding across glass, and goosebumps surged up and down everyone's spine.

Then I heard it say in an excited and suppressed voice, "Look what I found! It was just hidden by the smell of Huo Ji, and I can't believe I didn't notice until now that out of the seven of you humans, there are two full players, four reservists and ...... one stowaway! My Black Tower, why are you being so nice to me today, I'm going to eat this stowaway, I'm going to eat him! Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Dingdong! Side quest two triggered: find that damn stowaway!"