"Ahhh, yes, finally got it right!"
"It's gone, it's gone! Xanthea, you're just too..."
Isabella jumped up excitedly, ready to shower her with praise, but then she quickly clamped her mouth shut.
Xanthea cautioned, "Don't celebrate too early, there might be more challenges ahead."
Sure enough, just as she predicted, they had only taken a few steps when they encountered another figure, bloated and swollen all over, its face resembling a drowned ghost.
Isabella's legs gave way in fright, nearly collapsing before it. Xanthea steadied her, "Choose your question."
This time, Isabella unluckily picked a math problem. She hoped to swap with Xanthea, only to find that Xanthea's question was even more difficult.
She couldn't even understand the question.
Back in high school, she always followed in Xanthea's footsteps. If Xanthea was ranked first in school, she was the inevitable second. She used to think the gap between them was minimal, if it existent at all.
Now, she realized the true chasm between first and secondâa divide between genius and ordinary.
Just as Xanthea was about to start on her problem, she noticed Isabella's distressed look, struggling to even start. Thinking back on how Isabella had almost squandered all three chances, Xanthea offered helpfully, "If you can't do it, just leave it there. I'll help you with it later."
Isabella paused.
Her words... it was something a caring boyfriend would say.
Ever since joining the entertainment circle, everyone from the agency, her manager, to her family and fans, had pushed her to strive harder, to become strong enough to face any adversity.
No one had told her that she could just leave a problem and wait for someone else to solve it.
The last person who did was Samuel.
Now, after finishing her task, Xanthea walked over to help Isabella.
â Can you create a number greater than 3 and less than 4, using three pieces of cutlery? Please demonstrate.
"It's quite simple."
Xanthea rearranged the three pieces of cutlery on the screen into the shape of a "Ï," and the system immediately accepted the answer.
"You can't even..."
She was about to turn and tease her when she noticed Isabella's unusual expression, a mix of admiration, emotion, skepticism, and a hint of regret.
"What's wrong? Did the ghost scare you silly?"
"No, nothing." Isabella shook her head, "Let's keep moving."
"Alright."
"She's too sharp!"
The show's director, watching the scenes unfold in the cave, was scratching his head in frustration.
He had thought they wouldn't be able to answer these questions, had set up many penalty rounds thinking they'd film for half the day. But now, seeing Xanthea breezing through them like they were child's play, he feared they might reach the Queen's crown and finish filming too soon!
He grabbed the microphone, sending instructions to the NPCs in the cave.
"Boomâ" Suddenly, as they walked, they triggered something, and a loud alarm echoed throughout the cave.
"What's happening? What's happening?"
"I don't know."
Suddenly, a beam of light shone down, illuminating two old, abandoned TV sets ahead. From them crawled two long-haired figures, their faces covered, crawling on their hands like the character Sadako from horror movies.
Xanthea, terrified of Sadako, turned to run.
Unexpectedly, the two Sadakos didn't chase after her but instead dragged a paralyzed, terrified Isabella away.
"Ahâ"
"Xanthea, save me! Xanthea, please save me!"
My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace ï¤Chapter 287 Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
ï¤Chapter 1927 Falling For My Contractual Wife (Brian and Grace)
ï¤Chapter 782 Isabella's scream, filled with utmost fear, brought Xanthea to an abrupt halt.