It Is Better to Be Blind

The Toad was still stomping its feet amidst the scattered pile of merchandise, looking furious to the extreme.

"Bastard! Damn instance!"

"Who is going to compensate me for my losses?"

Zhu Yan could not care less about that right now.

He still had a Demon Cloak, which could disguise him as a level-four demon.

Unlike Roleplay, the Demon Cloak provided physical concealment, so the Toad should not be able to see through it.

Hiding behind the counter, Zhu Yan quickly pulled out the grayish-brown cloak and covered himself tightly.

The Toad croaked and hopped around, "Gold coins! Money! It is all money!"

Right, right, it is all money.

Zhu Yan decisively emptied several drawers and locked cabinets under the counter, and grabbed a bunch of snacks from the shelves that had not yet collapsed.

He did not find any keys, but bone copper coins were still money!

He quietly stood up and, taking advantage of the Toad looking down to rub its eyes, quickly pushed open the glass door and slipped out into the pitch-black corridor.

A few seconds later, when the Toad pitifully lifted its head from between its webbed toes again, Zhu Yan politely pushed open the glass door and entered.

"Hello. I am here to... huh, Mr. Frog, what happened to you?"

The Toad glared in Zhu Yan's direction.

It was doomed, completely doomed.

Its nasal cavity was invaded by the spicy scent, and as it twitched its nostrils in vain, it found that apart from the spiciness, it could barely smell any scent from the newcomer.

Its vision was also covered by a light red, sticky film of oil, allowing it to see only a blurry, cloaked shadow.

The person exuded the aura of a low-level demon, confirming he was a thriller creature from this place.

"Help me, low-level demon!"

Having confirmed this, the Toad began to boss him around unscrupulously.

"My eyes are glued shut by chili oil. If you do not come help me, I will kill you right now!"

Once its eyes and nose recovered, it would immediately go out to find food.

This floor should have finished merging by now. It wondered how much food resources were allocated to this floor.

"...I am coming."

Zhu Yan slowly approached it.

Wipe its eyes?

It was thinking too much. He had finally managed to blur this Toad's vision just a little bit.

But he had to go over, because he needed to extract information about the key fragments.

"Mr. Frog, I am here to ask about the mission."

Zhu Yan rummaged through the merchandise scattered on the floor, digging out a pack of wet wipes and a bottle of glue.

He turned his back to the Toad to handle them, but the Toad's shrill voice suddenly erupted, nearly deafening him.

"What are you doing?! Who allowed you to use my merchandise to wipe my eyes?!"

"Does merchandise not cost money? What did you take from the floor?!"

"No matter what you took, you have to pay me bone gold coins! One hundred! One hundred bone gold coins!"

Holy crap.

A pack of wet wipes for ten thousand bucks?

Zhu Yan immediately used telekinesis to grab several more packs of snacks and drinks out of thin air.

"Alright." He simulated a helpless tone while quickly unscrewing the glue. "Your prices are very steep, but I do not want to dirty my robe. I will pay you once your eyes are better, is that okay?"

Its desires satisfied, the Toad felt a bit more comfortable.

It looked at the dirty demon in front of it and sneered.

"Help me wipe them. What did you come here to ask about again?"

Zhu Yan pulled out a good wet wipe to clean one of the Toad's eyes, while his hand hidden behind his back quickly smeared glue onto the second wet wipe.

"To ask about my mission."

Zhu Yan felt a little nervous.

He was guessing based on the instance rules of What Time is it, Mr. Wolf.

In the previous instance, these thriller creatures followed the principle that the lower-leveled obeyed the higher-leveled.

He did not know if this instance would be the same.

But as a low-level demon, respectfully asking for guidance could not possibly go wrong.

"I heard that this floor seems very, very different..."

Zhu Yan rolled his eyes and started guiding the Toad toward the answer.

He originally wanted to just say "key fragments," but would a low-level thriller creature know about something as advanced as a "key"?

The Toad's blood-red eyes darted around; it felt much better.

The red oil film was still there, but only a thin layer remained.

"Aha, you are asking about this." The Toad's mood improved, watching Zhu Yan slowly use the first wet wipe to clean its other eye.

"Our missions are the same, which is to patrol and guard the room at the end of the corridor while foraging for food."

"Oh, oh, we cannot let those foods get inside, right?"

Zhu Yan played along.

What room?

In which direction?

Is there a key?

"Do you know where the room is?"

"Room 30188," the Toad said. "Go patrol after you finish wiping my eyes."

Zhu Yan lowered his eyes submissively. "Okay. But what if they can directly enter that room or get the room key..."

"Impossible!"

The Toad puffed up its throat and flatly denied it.

"Did you not know? That door is guarded by me, because I am the highest level on this floor."

"Besides, this floor shifts quickly and can easily change. When that happens, a new batch of players will be swapped in, and you will have to roll out and stay with the low-level trash on other floors."

Zhu Yan caught the keywords and deliberately slowed down the speed of wiping its eyes.

Because he was confused again.

What did it mean by easily changing?

What did it mean by shifting quickly... Was this instance's floors not even fixed?

"I heard there are some pretty powerful players in this instance." Zhu Yan pretended to be worried. "A witch told me. She said some players have X-ray vision, and others know..."

"Useless!" The Toad croaked in annoyance. "Because that door cannot be opened with X-ray vision. No one with an ability below level 6 can open it."

"In this broken school, I have only found one level 7 player; the rest are all very weak. What level his ability is, and what it is, is still uncertain."

Wow.

Then his level 5 Telekinesis definitely could not be used.

However, was that level 7 player not him?

Zhu Yan perked up his ears: "That must be a very powerful player then."

He noticed the Toad had a habit of correcting others.

As long as he continuously fed it incorrect information, this thing would spill the correct information on its own.

Sure enough, the Toad sneered.

"Stupid as hell. He came here last time to buy a spray that can block one's sense of smell. That thing actually only blocks it for 20 minutes, but I tricked him into thinking it works for 2 hours."

"Hehehe, I made 199 bone gold coins off him!"

Zhu Yan fell silent.

Damn it, he got scammed.

If he did not scam this Toad out of everything it had, his surname was not Zhu.

"I have met some smart players with top-notch deception skills, Mr. Frog."

"I think you should still be careful. Anyway, I am terrified of running into that kind of player; he might trick you into opening the door yourself."

The Toad croaked with laughter.

"That is impossible," it said. "A player's scent is still very strong. Even if my nose is stuffed with chili oil, I could still sniff out a little bit."

"Besides, I wouldn't be stupid enough to run up to the door, croak twice, and then pull out the key to unlock it."

"That would be so stupid!"

So what was that croaking? An unlocking password?

"Oh, you even set up a voice password?"

"It's for the first lock," the Toad corrected. "As for the key, it's right under my tongue. No one can ever take it!"

Excellent.

It was a Level 6 door, and his Roleplay skill was Level 6.

He could disguise himself as the Toad, croak twice at the door, and open the first lock.

As for the second lock, he would let the Toad open it itself.

The spray's duration was only 20 minutes, and judging by the time, its effect was almost up.

Zhu Yan looked at the Toad's nostrils. They were completely caked with red chili oil and seeds—an absolutely gruesome sight.

If he helped the Toad clean out its nostrils, he could exploit its ability to track his scent and lure it right to the door of Room 30188.

He could then activate Roleplay, open the first lock, and use the leftover spray to conceal his scent once more.

That way, what the Toad would face would be a door with its first lock already opened, and a player who had vanished right at the doorstep.

It would be a false scene.

An illusion designed to trick it into opening the door out of sheer panic!

Zhu Yan smiled and took out a second wet wipe soaked in glue.

As for its eyes, it was better if they remained blind.