Global Composite Master: Compositing an Undead Army from the Start

Chapter 657: Chapter 326: Breakthrough Madness! (Four in One)_4

The primary reason was that the previous 100% success rate of pet egg synthesis had given Chen Mo the false impression that there wasn’t much of a difference.

When he considered the 1-in-99 chance, the odds seemed far too low. It felt like a devastating loss, and he couldn’t bring himself to continue synthesizing. He decided to hold onto the materials for now and reconsider later.

He immediately began the next Legendary Trial.

[The Heavenly Path’s Hint: It has been detected that you have broken through the 14th-tier bottleneck. You have gained an opportunity to undertake the Legendary Trial. As you possess the Divine Physique, if you do not complete this Legendary Trial, you will be unable to fully break through your current level cap. Would you like to go to the Trial Tower to participate in the trial?]

For the current Chen Mo, the Legendary Trial didn’t pose much difficulty.

With his present strength, the ten layers of the combat trial were far from a challenge.

The ten layers of the intelligence trial were even easier. With Moluo’s Brain coupled with the Mind Reading Technique—a dual advantage—he was essentially unbeatable, regardless of whether the trial involved answering questions or a direct battle of wits.

As Chen Mo started the Legendary Trial, sure enough, it was once again the ten-layer intelligence trial.

Appearing before Chen Mo was Cha Latu again, who held the divine positions of both strength and wisdom.

Upon seeing this familiar figure, Chen Mo smiled and asked, “Will we skip directly this time as well?”

Cha Latu chuckled and shook his head. “This time, the ten-layer test is a contest of wits, different from the previous intelligence quizzes. Even with Moluo’s Brain, victory isn’t guaranteed.”

Hearing this, Chen Mo was a bit surprised. They knew he had Moluo’s Brain, but they didn’t know he also possessed the Mind Reading Technique.

“It seems even Gods can’t learn about the special rewards from event dungeons,” Chen Mo said with a laugh. “Alright, I’d also like to test the intellect of the God of Wisdom.”

“There’s no surefire way to win this time. Don’t blame me for not going easy on you.”

“What would happen if I lose?”

“Don’t worry. As long as you win more than three out of the ten games, you’ll still advance to the tenth layer, but the Divine Power reward will be somewhat reduced.”

“Okay.”

Chen Mo finished speaking with a smile, ready for the battle of wits to begin.

Cha Latu then began to explain the rules for the first game.

The games of wit were designed to rely more on psychological strategy to circumvent Chen Mo’s Moluo’s Brain. This suited Chen Mo perfectly.

The first game was the traditional Rock, Paper, Scissors—the simplest, yet often the hardest game to win consistently.

Of course, that applied to normal circumstances.

But now, with the Mind Reading Technique as his trump card, Chen Mo was virtually assured of victory.

The first game, a best two-out-of-three, ended quickly. Chen Mo won easily and advanced to the second layer.

Initially, Cha Latu didn’t notice anything amiss. After all, what could one discern from a best-of-three series?

The second game was a best three-out-of-five. Chen Mo once again won three consecutive rounds to take the match.

This time, Cha Latu finally sensed that something was unusual.

However, for the third game, the rules changed. Each player received ten cards, numbered 1 to 10. They would play one card simultaneously each turn. After ten turns, the player who had won more rounds would be the overall winner.

This time, Chen Mo lost four rounds but won six, securing a narrow victory.

This outcome made Cha Latu dismiss his earlier suspicions.

However, in the subsequent games, Chen Mo managed to win every single one, albeit narrowly.

Cha Latu was no fool; he increasingly felt that something was wrong. He just wasn’t sure how Chen Mo had done it.

Finally, they arrived at the tenth game.

This time, the contest was simple: mind reading. Both players would write down a natural number, no larger than ten digits. Each round, a player could ask their opponent one question regarding the number they had written, and the opponent had to answer truthfully. However, the question could not directly inquire about the number itself. They would take turns asking questions, and the first to correctly guess the other’s number would win.

Since Chen Mo was the one undergoing the trial, Cha Latu allowed him to ask the first question and make the first guess.

As soon as the numbers were written, Chen Mo instantly knew Cha Latu’s number.

However, the standard questioning procedure still had to be observed. Typically, in this kind of game, the first question was used to determine the range of the number’s digits.

So Chen Mo asked accordingly.

Cha Latu glanced at his number and replied, “It’s exactly five digits long.”

“I guess the number you wrote is 10,000.”

The moment Cha Latu finished speaking, Chen Mo stated his guess. The number he announced was identical to the one Cha Latu had written.

Cha Latu stared at Chen Mo, stunned. “Was that a blind guess?”

“Do you want to hear the truth or a fabrication?” Chen Mo asked with a smile.

“The truth, naturally,” Cha Latu replied, his expression serious as he looked at Chen Mo.

“I’m afraid that if I tell you, you’ll deliberately design future trials to avoid my strengths.” Chen Mo continued with a faint smile.

Hearing this, Cha Latu also began to laugh.

“Interesting. Suddenly, I don’t want to know anymore. Let’s leave this secret for later, and allow me to unravel it myself slowly.”

As the God of Wisdom, he had his pride. Even though he couldn’t fathom exactly how Chen Mo had guessed his number with such precision, he had a vague inkling. However, his potent Divine Power hadn’t detected any such ability on Chen Mo, which left him deeply puzzled and suspicious.