Chapter 8 God of Miracle

Up to now, there was no hope for Parker in the Principality of Monaco.

He stayed there for one minute or two minutes. It could be said that he was thinking.

But there was only one minute left, and Parker still didn't move.

No matter how kind-hearted people were, they couldn't believe that Parker hadn't given up on himself.

In the official live room of Monaco, sad bullet subtitles floated by one after another.

"It seems that Parker really has a dead end."

"There is only one minute left, Parker could survive unless there is a miracle."

"There is only half a minute left."

"I hope the next player selected by the mysterious man in the Principality of Monaco can be more serious."

"That's right. If he continues to act like Parker, our hope will be destroyed again."

"..."

Even Lewis, who had been always protecting Parker, didn't have any hope for him at the moment.

A person who gave up hope was not worth their expectations.

"Wait, look, Parker is moving!"

An ordinary comment stood out among thousands of subtitles.

All the audience in the country found that Parker began to move!

There was hope in Lewis's beautiful eyes.

She shouted at the microphone, "Is Parker really going to give us a surprise? No, a miracle!"

The atmosphere in the live room exploded again. Comments like "come on, Parker" and "welcome to a miracle" were full of half of the screen.

However, not everyone was so optimistic. Most of the comments were still low.

"How could there be a miracle in the last half minute?"

"Everyone, don't be so optimistic."

"You are just deceiving yourselves."

"Parker is doomed to be eliminated."

"After all, his pattern is 'Mona Lisa'."

"If it's a circle or a triangle, maybe it's worth looking forward to."

"Even if the Leonardo da Vinci comes in the flesh, it won't be able to dig out the 'Mona Lisa' on the sugar cake in half a minute."

"..."

On the "Death Square".

At the edge of the square, the players who had passed the test all looked at Parker with a playful expression.

"He finally woke up. He might never wake up again if he was a little late."

"Waking up now really helpful? Does he have half a minute left to tell us his last words?"

When someone heard the "proposal", he shouted at Parker, "Hey, friend! Do you have any last words? I can help you realize them after I go out!"

Many people could tell the arrogance in his words, and this person was even so confident that he could pass the last test.

However, no one said anything about him. After all, they were laughing at Parker now.

If other players died, there might be nothing worth noticing.

After all, those dead players had tried their best.

People who had fought hard and even if they failed, they could win everyone's respect.

But Parker was different. He didn't take any actions before he died, as if he had given up hope of life.

As the mockery target of the crowd, Parker didn't show any expression of nervousness.

All the mockery was ignored by him.

All the players thought he would be eliminated.

But he didn't!

Parker picked up the sugar cakes in the iron box and did something that shocked everyone.

"He... he began to eat the sugar cake again?"

Many players who had passed the test were confused.

Then they laughed again.

"Ha-ha! Does this guy want to use this method to revenge the mysterious man who brought him here?"

"It's just a sugar cake. It's nothing to the mysterious man."

"Don't worry. Eat quickly, or you won't be able to finish it later."

"Uh... Don't you think it's a little disgusting?"

"Bastard, go to hell! You want to make us sick before you die!"

"..."

At the live room in Monaco's official office.

Lewis felt that her brain went blank the moment she saw the scene.

"What... what is this?"

The comments, which were originally divided into two factions, now turned into curses.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want to fill your stomach before you die?"

"Damn it! I still have expectations for you! Now? Bah! Go to hell!"

"..."

Although no one could understand Parker, it was okay as long as he know what he was doing.

He tried his best to squeeze the saliva out of his mouth so that the back of the sugar cakes could be covered with saliva uniformly.

Because the main ingredient of the sugar cakes was syrup!

Saliva was the only thing that could quickly dilute it.

There were engraved traces around the pattern. As long as Parker diluted the back of the sugar cake, the "Mona Lisa" would fall off automatically.

After the sugar cakes were stained with saliva, some parts of them would become extremely soft, so that Parker didn't have to worry about breaking them.

This was the password that the strange hint gave him! Although it was really strange, it was surprisingly useful!

About 15 seconds later, Parker poked the sugar cake with his index finger.

"Crack!"

A faint and crisp voice sounded.

There were many people mocking Parker, but the soft voice seemed to reach their hearts. All the players could hear it clearly.

Unfortunately, because of the long distance, most players thought that Parker accidentally broke the sugar cakes.

This made everyone think that Parker would be shot through between his eyebrows the next moment.

However, the expected gunshot did not ring out.

Parker calmly raised a small pattern.

"Player 111 has passed the test!"

The voice of the mysterious man rang out indifferently.

It seemed that he was not interested in Parker's adventure at all.

However, after this voice fell, the originally noisy "Death Square" became silent.

Everyone's eyes widened and their minds were full of doubts.

Whether it was the players on the spot or the audience on the earth.

All of them stared at the pattern in Parker's hand, flabbergasted.

They couldn't understand.

How did Parker make it?

He didn't do anything half a minute ago.

Could lick the sugar cakes help him to pass the game much quicker?

Or did the needles mislead the players to pass the game? The true way to pass the game was actually to lick?

Unfortunately, no one could answer their doubts, and they did not dare to ask the mysterious man who had never shown up.

When Parker heard the mysterious man's voice, he just chuckled slightly, putting the sugar cake into his mouth and chewing it, and strode towards the edge of the "Death Square".

At this time, people slowly came to their senses, and their eyes were filled with disbelief. There were even people who wanted to ask Parker how he did it.

In the official live room of the Principality of Monaco, the comments became more and more intense after a short silence.

"Oh, my God!"

"A miracle has happened!"

"Parker did it. He did it!"

"Oh my God! How did he make it?"

"Parker is a god of miracle!"

"..."

With an excited smile on her face, Lewis, the host, explained in an agitated tone, "Parker has really brought us a miracle. Let's cheer for him and welcome the arrival of the god of miracle!"

The comments were now so uniform that they eclipsed even Lewis's worldly appearance.

"Welcome the god of miracle!"

"The god of miracle has arrived!"