Quick Transmigration: A Super-Effective Novel Within a Super-Effective Novel

"Ugh!"

"what!"

"No!"

……

Screams of agony filled the air; those with good archery skills and great courage naturally drew their bows and shot directly.

But some who lacked ability, especially those who were so weak that they couldn't even draw a bow, could only flee in all directions.

Will Lin Zhao let them escape?

With a single glance, the guards blocking the way were cut down with a single sword stroke, and the group members won without a fight.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing that half of the princes and princesses had died after this game, Lin Zhao finally found them more pleasing to the eye.

“But there’s nothing we can do. You’re fighting for the throne, after all. We can’t just hand it over to you so easily,” Lin Zhao said.

She ordered her men to drag the rest of the people to a large arena, which was spacious enough to accommodate more than a dozen carriages.

"I have already tested your etiquette and archery skills. Of the Six Arts, only 'Roadmanship' remains which is more martial," Lin Zhao said.

Is it a driving competition?

The princes and princesses were already in a sorry state. They looked at the dozen or so carriages in the arena, puzzled yet somewhat excited.

Compared to driving... could we escape by car while Lin Zhao wasn't looking?

At this thought, a glimmer of hope appeared in some people's eyes again.

But as soon as the wheels started rolling, Lin Zhao crushed their hopes once again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Help—"

Not far away, a carriage suddenly sped off. Even though there was no driver on board, the horses seemed to have seen a ghost, and they ran away at breakneck speed.

But that wasn't the most terrifying part. The most terrifying part was that someone had somehow been dragged onto the back of the carriage. The person was tied around the waist with a rope, the other end of which was connected to the carriage. Whenever the carriage moved, the person was dragged along the ground and scraped against the ground at high speed.

"Ugh! Ah—"

The arena was covered in sand and dust. The carriage sped along, dragging the man along with it. Soon, dust filled the air, and the man's fine clothes, which were all show and no substance, were quickly torn to shreds.

The friction between the man's skin and the sand initially caused only minor abrasions, but the carriage showed no sign of stopping and instead sped up. Soon, the ground was covered in bloodstains, and the man's skin was torn into strips that hung down his body.

He screamed in agony, but even his desperate grip on the ropes was futile.

The rope and sand cut through his skin, rubbing away the flesh and revealing his snow-white bones.

"Ah...uh..."

Soon, the man's screams were drowned out by the sound of the wheels; he had died.

It wasn't until his mutilated body was dragged out of the arena and casually thrown aside to be fed to the dogs that everyone vaguely recognized that it was none other than the Thirty Prince.

The thirtieth prince loved imperial horses the most. Relying on his mother's favor, he drove his carriage through the streets and alleys every few days, even though he had just come of age.

He wouldn't pay for the things he damaged, nor would he care if he hit someone, and he even blamed them for blocking his way, making it difficult for him to ride his horse comfortably.

On one occasion, upon seeing the original owner being punished in the Imperial Garden, he wanted to avenge his mother and even suggested tying the original owner to the back of a carriage and parading him through the streets as a public spectacle.

If he hadn't turned away to have fun and forgotten about it, the original owner of this body would probably have really suffered this torture.

The royal dogs are used to eating the best food, and the thirtieth prince, with his delicate skin and tender flesh, was devoured by them in no time, leaving not even crumbs.

As a dog snatched away the thirtieth prince's leg bone, some of the remaining people burst into tears.

"Crying won't help. Men, tie them up!"

Lin Zhao stopped arguing and waved his arm, and the princes and princesses were all tied to the back of the dozen or so carriages, just like the thirtieth prince.

"drive--"

At Lin Zhao's command, all the horses in the carriages charged forward madly.

"Ahhh!"

"Ah—help—"

Dust flew everywhere, and wails filled the air.

The princes and princesses tried their best to keep up with the speed of the carriage so as not to be dragged to death, but the beasts were not human. No matter how much they struggled, they were all dragged a long way on the ground.

"Hahahahaha!"

Lin Zhao laughed maniacally, so hard he could barely breathe, showing absolutely no pity.

These princes and princesses were pampered and raised in the palace from a young age, supported by the people of the world. However, they all learned from the incompetent emperors and concubines, committing all kinds of evil deeds and achieving nothing.

If you are a bad person, you must be prepared to be punished and have the will to endure hardship.

Therefore, one must make oneself more powerful so as to stand out among a group of villains and become a truly unrestrained being.

What is this little hardship?

It was just a few rounds of the game, a far cry from the battle royale that Lin Zhao had experienced during his trials.

Lin Zhaocai would not pity these fools.

Before long, the carriage finally stopped, and the screams turned into soft, painful groans.

Lin Zhao ordered his men to go down and take a count, and dragged out those who were still alive.

The rest were all left in the arena, where the dogs were unleashed.

The sound of dogs wolfing down their food could be heard from the arena.

“We have already tested you three times on the Six Arts of a Gentleman. The remaining three—'Books,' 'Mathematics,' and 'Music'—do not require any violence. What are you trembling about?”

Lin Zhao seemed completely oblivious to everyone's fear, and continued to smile.

"Don't worry, we will definitely not let you fight and kill anymore. We are emperors, and we don't need to fight and kill."

Hearing this, everyone was furious but dared not speak out...

Lin Zhao didn't care what they were thinking at all. He directly ordered people to bring out the equipment and started explaining the rules.

“I know you each have your own strengths, so let’s be humane and test your teaching skills in both areas: ‘calligraphy’ and ‘music’. Each of you can choose the one you are good at.”

The palace servants set out several zithers and desks, on which were prepared writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, and a silk thread as thin as a cow's hair.

"please."

Lin Zhao made a gesture, indicating that the princes and princesses should choose the skill they were good at.

The princes and princesses, already aware of Lin Zhao's methods, dared not slacken their guard. After exchanging glances, they immediately headed to the places they felt were safer.

If we do as she says, there is still a glimmer of hope.

If you hesitated even slightly, she might have beheaded you with a single stroke.

They sat down with trepidation.

"Come on, put this string on them."

At Lin Zhao's command, the palace servants came forward and approached the princes and princesses who had chosen desks.

Wearing gloves, they carefully picked up the thin thread from the desk and, while the princes and princesses were still in a daze, looped it around their necks one by one.

"what is this?"

Someone asked a question, but the palace servants remained silent.

They carefully took the thread, wrapped it around, tied a knot gently, and then stepped back.

Only then did they realize that the other end of the silk thread was connected to a calligraphy brush on the table.