Chapter 12: Those damn stowaways!

The large mole lightly ground its sharp claws on the tinder head of the giant match. A spark flickered on the bright red head of the match and soon a raging flame engulfed the entire match. The big mole rests the match on the ground and skewers the massive turkey with its long claws, placing it on the flames to sizzle.

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

Tang Mo and Li Wen helped Li Bin to his feet.

Apart from the unconscious cook, the other six sat off to one side, away from the large mole.

Yet this underground cave is only so big, and even from the furthest seat, the crackling of matches and the tantalising smell of turkey cannot be avoided.

The bright meat oil flows gently over the firm meat of the turkey and finally drips into the roaring flames. Tang Mo has never smelt such a tantalising aroma before, no spices are used, just a simple roasting of the turkey over a match, and the smell of the meat alone bursts into everyone's nostrils.

Giant matches lit up the cave, allowing the crowd to get a better look at the turkey. The colour was charred and oily, the skin slightly charred, and with the crackling of the flames, the skin was cooked even more wrinkled and crispy, so that even if you didn't manage to eat it, you could imagine what kind of delicacy it was.

Everyone gulped.

The matches burned to ashes and the turkey had been roasted.

The big mole sits on the ground, his little eyes shining brightly. The sharp claws and huge teeth overpowered the six men's urge to grab the turkey, and Tang Mo watched from a distance as the big mole took a bite out of the turkey, his expression softening immensely the moment it was eaten.

"The turkey, roasted with Mosaic's matches, was the most delicious thing in the world, and I didn't tell anyone. It was the happiest Thanksgiving I've ever had."

The big mole tore into the turkey meat with its teeth, paying no attention to the humans who sat at a distance and kept gulping.

The Tang Mo's can't complain about this. Of the six who were still awake, Tang Mo was the most capable of fighting. But even when he, struggling to use that bitchy book and using his powers to launch a sneak attack with only one collected, was stopped by a claw from his opponent and was robbed of his matches to use as fuel to roast a turkey.

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

Seemingly in a happy mood, the large mole ate one chicken leg before biting into the other and muttering, "How did you get Mosaic's matches?"

Tang Mo was slightly stunned by the sudden question and said calmly, "I had the misfortune to meet ...... earlier."

Little Mosaic has committed arson or murder this time," said the big mole. She's a good little girl, she's just a little bit special. You must think she's cute too?"

Tang Mo: "......"

It always felt like a deadly issue at the touch of a button.

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

"She's really, really cute." Tang Mo said with an expressionless face.

The big mole nodded, "Yeah, she's as cute as I am."

Tang Mo: "......"

Crowd: "......"

It's good that you're happy.

The big mole finishes the other chicken leg and starts eating the wing. It moved very quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, and its sharp claws dismantled the bones on the chicken wing. Tang Mo's eyes shrank. If it moved at this speed, it would be easy for the big mole to kill the seven of them. Then it had just tossed and turned for so long, was ...... it playing?

The big mole ate the turkey foolishly, not knowing that Tang Mo had been thinking about it for a long time and was on alert. He slurred as he ate the meat: "Thank you for the matches this time. Mosaic's matches are the best fuel for roasting turkeys, but she's a little girl who doesn't know any better than to say she's going to take them to start a fire and never give me one."

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

The big mole scratched his head, "Did I say that? I don't remember." The big mole quickly changed the subject, "Common sense says that you shouldn't start attacking the tower at this time. Mosaic's matches are a good weapon to carry you through the second level and just about handle those nasty bedbugs on the third. I was lucky enough to run into you guys early enough to enjoy my turkey. Ah, thanks to The black tower and Happy Thanksgiving!"

Tang Mo watches the big mole carefully, when suddenly his hand is touched lightly. He turned to look and Luo Fengcheng made a gesture: a set of words.

Tang Mo, having planned ahead, took advantage of the big mole's good mood to ask, seemingly casually, "Shouldn't we be attacking the tower at this time of year?"

The big mole nodded as he ate his meat, "Just at your current level, how many of you have awakened your powers? If it was the first level in normal mode, you'd be damned just coming in, you wouldn't even get into my cave, those earth dragons could bite you to death up there."

Luo Fengcheng captures the key words: "Alien power? Normal mode?"

The big mole only answered the latter point: "Yeah, aren't you guys playing in retard mode now?"

Retards: "......"

It seems that at the beginning The black tower did say that this is the first level of retarded mode ......

A turkey was already half eaten, and Tang Mo took a look at the remains of it. As much as he wanted to know about the powers, there were more important things he wanted to know 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 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 stopped and the big mole licked the grease from his paws, "Huh, so should I also thank the stowaway, if he hadn't opened the game early, you guys wouldn't have been able to get in. I wouldn't have been able to eat such a delicious turkey if you guys couldn't get in. But he's a stowaway. ......"

Tang Mo: "What is a stowaway?"

The big mole suddenly looked up, a gleam in his eyes.

"Stowaways, the ones who haven't gone through the game and logged on to The black tower in some other way. They are the most disgusting villains, and if you catch one and eat him, you will gain great power. I love eating stowaways, their flesh is fragrant and tender, and they contain great power. Every stowaway has psychic powers!"

The six of them looked at each other, and even the junior high school girl understood that the people who had "logged on to The black tower" were probably those of them who had survived and not disappeared.

Tang Mo's scalp tingled as he listened, but he remained calm: "So how exactly did they get into The black tower?"

There are three ways to enter The black tower, and the three outcomes produce three statuses: full player, reserve and stowaway. Full players are those who play The black tower for three days, win and are officially recognised by The black tower. Reserves do not play The black tower game for three days, but do play other games and gain some recognition from The black tower. They can then progress to full player status by winning a game of The black tower. And finally there they are, my favourite stowaways ......"

The large mole rat stayed for a mouthful of water.

"A stowaway is someone who has eliminated a player by killing them during those three days. Every human is a sneak player until the game officially starts, and eliminating at least one sneak player allows you to log in to The black tower. The elimination methods ......" the big mole raised those tiny sharp eyes, "include and are not limited to the way the game is played. Killing people is also eliminating players, yeah."

Tang Mo's heart clenched hard and he soon regained his composure.

He remembered the first stowaway he had ever seen.

Qian Sankun, the thief. Tang Mo thought he was a winner who had survived an inexplicable game, just like himself. In the book of psychic powers, Qian Sankun's name is followed by the word "stowaway", which Tang Mo never understood, but never thought it meant this ......

The big mole started eating the turkey's breast, he crunched and bit into it, blurring, "Too bad that stowaway didn't come to me, or I'd have eaten him ...... a stowaway who was able to start the tower attack game early, how delicious he'd have been! How much power I could have gained by eating him!" The big mole said sadly, "Every full player and stowaway must have turned on their powers, the reserves have a slightly lower chance of turning on their powers. Would love to eat that stowaway ......"

The big mole swallowed again.

Tang Mo did not dare to imagine eating the living, but the words of the big mole had already given them a much clearer picture of the world of The black tower.

Of the 400 million or so people left in the world, there are three types, full players, reservists and stowaways. Preppers may have powers, full players and stowaways are sure to have powers. Full players like Tang Mo, who has the bitchin' book, and stowaways like Qian Sankun, who has the ability to store objects in his body.

Now they don't know which of these three types of players has a higher percentage, it could be a full player, it could be a reserve, but it definitely can't be a stowaway.

It is unlikely that more than 10 million people, even on a global scale, have been killed in that three-day period.

Stowaways are in the minority, so who is a bit more of a regular player or a reserve?

Tang Mo somehow feels that it may be that regular players like him are in the minority. At least four of the seven of them must not have played The black tower before.

The big mole started eating 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 have one ......"

After taking the last bite of turkey, the big mole rubbed his round belly with insatiable satisfaction. The smell of turkey was still in the air and the crowd took a few hard breaths to reassure themselves that they too had sort of smelt it.

The big mole is no exception. He kept sniffing the air with his bright red nose.

Gradually, the smell of turkey dissipates.

A clear child's voice rang out in the ears of Tang Mo.

"Ding dong! Complete side quest one: roast a turkey for the lovely Uncle Mole."

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

At that moment, an eerie, sharp laugh sounded. The big mole opened its tiny eyes and its shrewd, sharp edge swept over all the humans present. It cackled, and no one knew how it made such an odd sound. It sounded like the noise of fingernails sliding across glass, and goosebumps welled up on everyone's skin and hair.

Then I heard it say in an excited and suppressed voice, "See what I found? It was just hidden by the smell of turkey, and I can't believe I didn't notice until now that out of you seven humans, there are two full players, four reserves and ...... a stowaway! My The 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 the damn stowaway!"

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The author has something to say.

Cute Uncle Mole: I think the stowaway who started the game has been eaten clean? I want to eat him so badly ......

Fu Wenduo [Feet on Giant Rat]: Hmm, what did you say?

Mole: [shivering.jpg

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Don't doubt it, of course the attacker is not a murderer~ You can guess how he became a stowaway2333

Also, I think tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the attacker and the sufferer will be able to "meet" each other~~(≧▽≦)/~

This chapter explains some things, I don't know if it has solved the confusion of the girls, there are no girls can not read it?