The gray lips parted, revealing huge teeth.
Without any support, the giant mouth surrounded by layers of ripples in the air was frantically biting the edible "mountain" at its feet.
Moonlight had a look of enjoyment on her face, feeling the feeling of chewing the delicious roast chicken, and sighed: "Eating with this thing is not only a more complete enjoyment, but also has another benefit -"
The pianist closed his eyes with great feeling: "I just can't get enough, no matter how much I eat, hehe..."
Rather than fully enjoying the moonlight at the moment, Sean has been worrying about the game itself.
He had just informed the remnant Max of the method and purpose of the game through playing cards.
At this time, Max was "eating" hard near the "Assorted Sausages" not far from them...
Although the other teams were not as responsive as Sean, they pieced together the entire game based on various clues and started taking action.
Due to the quickest reactions, Sean and Max still topped the list of scores - but Sean was always a little uneasy.
His gray mouth was eating, but he himself was observing everywhere.
Soon, he made another important discovery.
Those towering silver pillars were originally candles on the dining table.
The huge candle flame that was originally burning above the gray mist rolled down teardrops and burned at a speed far exceeding normal.
At this moment, the height of the candle flame has dropped to the "human world", and everything around it is a little brighter——
There is no doubt that candles are the countdown mechanism of this game.
When the candles burn out, the game ends, and the score at that time will also determine everyone's fate.
At the rate they're burning, the game will be over in about twenty minutes.
The members of Sean's team had been working hard to eat with their gray mouths, but what happened next was completely beyond Sean's expectation.
Also working hard to "eat", the team of Sean and Max, who had been leading, were unexpectedly overtaken.
And it was not just one team, they were overtaken by three teams: "Guards of the Kingdom of God", "Director of the Corpse House" and "Three Nighthawks".
The last three now are the team of Sean, Max and Deadwood Sage...
Why is this happening?
Is there something else in this game that I didn't expect? !
Sean was momentarily confused.
Moonlight beside her also noticed this, with the same confused look on her face: "Besides 'eating', are there other factors that affect the score?"
Without much thought, Moonlight got the answer: "I know - it's because of the food!"
"Food?" Apparently, Sean, who had been thinking about what details he had missed, didn't pay as much attention to food as Moonlight did.
"What we eat is roast chicken!" The moonlight pointed upward on the plain, "and what they eat is foie gras, truffles, seafood and veal!"
Judging from Yueguang's tone, it seems that he has not discovered the hidden rules of the game, but is simply annoyed that he can't eat good food...
Sean slapped his thigh: "The key to this game is not eating, but 'what to eat'!"
The more expensive or delicious the food you eat, the higher your score!
"Although there has been progress, why did you do this?" Olivia asked slightly annoyed.
"What's wrong?" Sean was a little confused, "I'm used to patting my thigh when I figure something out."
"But the picture you took is mine."
“Oh…sorry.
"No..." Thinking of the delicacies placed in front of the last table, Sean suddenly became anxious and started shaking playing cards to Max, "We can't continue to eat sausages and roast chicken...
“No matter how much you eat, you will lose!
"We have to go to the head of the table!"
It was a matter of life and death, so they quickly retreated from the roast chicken mountain that had been eaten for a quarter and headed upward.
During the transfer process, Sean thought about the nature of the game and told Moonlight habitually:
“The game divides players into two groups from the very beginning.
"One is 'conservative'.
"Because they arrived at the castle earlier, they got seats closer to Peter Pan, so when they went out, they were faced with expensive food...
"What conservative players have to do is to guard their own territory and eat carefully - but they must ensure that others do not interfere with their 'territory'."
“The other type of player is the aggressive type.
"It's also due to the seating issue. No matter how hard they eat, they can't score more than the defending players.
“Only when they start running around and start grabbing other people’s territory and food can they possibly gain points...
"This is a game that forces aggressive players to seize the resources of conservative players..."
Sean frowned tightly.
While thinking about the purpose of this game, he suddenly realized something and continued:
"Peter Pan once said, 'Long speeches were not his style; everything in Midnight Paradise was his expression'...
"Then this game is also an expression of him."
While running fast, Sean's mind was also racing: What did he want to express?
From behind, the remnant Max was approaching, but Sean had no time to look back.
His eyes suddenly opened wide, as if he felt the texture of the answer:
"What Peter Pan wants to express in this game is social class mobility!"
"Class mobility?" Obviously, the pianist did not often think about sociological issues like people in the media. He looked at Sean with some confusion.
The New Testament reporter turned his head, straightened out his thinking, and applied his understanding to this conjecture:
“This game is like everyone’s life.
"Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth - they don't have to do anything but sit back and take the cake, and they can outperform everyone.
"And some people..." Inexplicably, the faces of some children flashed before Sean's eyes...
Little Lyon, Thomas, young Wordsworth, three younger siblings...
"They are destined from birth to have to work hard to climb mountains in order to survive in this society..."
Moonlight turned her head thoughtfully, thinking about everything Sean said.
"If enterprising people want to change all this, they can only choose to work hard and take huge risks. Only then can they break the shackles called 'poverty' given by fate."
"And those who keep the status quo will never share their limited resources with those who are enterprising..."
Classes are like a pyramid on the banks of the Nile, with one layer upon another. Except for a few people at the top who enjoy everything, everyone at the bottom of the pyramid seems to be embedded in the world of their own birth, unable to move.
Want to break through class barriers...
It’s so difficult!
This is a game that presents tough challenges to "aggressive" players.
Here is a small world that is absurd and bizarre, but reflects real life.
At this time, when other teams were desperately trying to improve their scores, they were forced to "migrate" and finally arrived in a new area.
Max, the remnant soldier, finally caught up with Sean's team.
Father Taylor discovered that there were three "gray mouths" floating around Max.
He realized that even if there was only one person left in the team, the game would give relatively fair conditions.
At this moment, in the plain in front of them, there were piles of various shellfish and oysters that looked like jade and exuded an alluring fragrance...
Their scores are still being stretched, and the game has entered the second stage with Sean's understanding - they will have to find ways to compete for the resources of the "defenders".
…
At this moment, in the banquet hall.
Peter Pan looked at those disgusting cockroaches, they were eating, working hard, and running around on the huge table...
His eyes were distant, playful and full of irony.
Just like the gods looking at the world from afar.
