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

"Write it."

Lin Zhao waved his hand, and the palace servants spread out the Xuan paper and books on the desks for the princes and princesses.

"Let's start writing whichever page we turn to."

Lin Zhao spoke casually, leaving the princes and princesses bewildered.

This level is actually that easy?

All you need to do is write and copy books?

They were puzzled, feeling that there was some kind of trap, but they dared not venture out to investigate, fearing that they might accidentally lose their heads.

After a moment's thought, they had no choice but to put pen to paper.

"what!"

"Thump! Thump, thump-thump!"

A scream rang out, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, startling the princes and princesses at the desk. But as soon as they turned their heads, several more heads were suddenly severed and fell off.

"Uh-"

A scream suddenly rang out. It turned out that the thin thread was made of a special material, which, though thin, was extremely tough and sharper than a knife.

The silk thread was connected to a writing brush. As soon as the princes and princesses began to wield their brushes, the silk thread around their necks could easily cut off their heads with the movement of the brush!

Just now, someone made a slightly larger movement and their head was immediately chopped off. Then, several other people looked over and, without paying attention, also lost their heads.

Others were either lucky or unlucky; their heads weren't severed, but their necks were almost completely cut off, with only a thin layer of skin connecting their heads and bodies, and blood gushing out.

Extremely terrifying.

No wonder the palace servants had to wear thick gloves when they were dressed with silk threads!

So that's what makes this level so terrifying!

"No! No! I'm not writing anymore!"

Some people shouted and clamored to leave, but as soon as they moved, they found that they couldn't leave the chairs they were sitting on, and they couldn't put down the pens!

It's as if the chair and pen have grown onto his body.

Moreover, if the movement is even slightly large, the sharp thread will cut through the neck, or even slice it off.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

They cried out in anguish, but dared not even sob loudly, for fear of accidentally pulling the thin thread and dying; they could only whimper.

"Hahaha! Be a good girl and write it! If you don't write it well, it could be your life!"

Lin Zhao laughed maniacally, he loved watching these bastards cautiously clinging to life!

Let them experience what it's like to struggle!

After laughing, Lin Zhao looked to the other side, and the princes and princesses sitting in front of the zithers couldn't help but shiver.

"Don't be envious, it's your turn now."

The princes and princesses were on the verge of tears.

What's there to envy...?

I'm afraid it'll be too late...

Lin Zhaocai didn't care what they thought, said nothing, offered no explanation, and simply said, "Play!"

The princes and princesses looked at each other, hesitant but not daring to disobey. Trembling, they placed their hands on the zither.

"Zheng——"

The first note seemed to be played without any problems.

"Thump—"

Several more attempts followed without incident.

The princes and princesses didn't know where the trap was, but for the time being, it seemed that the zither could still be played.

"Play quickly, while your aunt is in a good mood. Whoever plays well and finishes first will pass this test." Lin Zhao tapped his fingers a few times.

Upon hearing Lin Zhao's words, the princes and princesses immediately sprang into action.

For a time, the entire palace was filled with the sound of zithers.

Everyone wants to finish playing quickly, because maybe the first few to finish will be able to advance to the next level, and maybe they'll even survive!

Thinking of this, their fingers moved faster and their hands gripped the ground harder.

"Zheng!"

The sound of a string snapping suddenly rang out amidst the urgent music, startling everyone. When they looked over, they were frozen in terror!

Someone's instrument string suddenly snapped. It was unclear what the string was made of, but it was hard and sharp. The broken string pierced straight into the player's forehead, instantly taking his life.

"what!"

Another person screamed, because she was so scared that her hand trembled and her own string broke, the two broken ends piercing her eyes.

"Ahh! My eyes!"

She screamed, groping wildly with her hands. In her panic, she got up and knocked over the zither. In an instant, all the remaining strings on the zither snapped and pierced her body like steel bars!

"Uh... pfft..."

The princess died instantly.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The others were so frightened that they burst into tears. They hadn't expected the trap to be there; Lin Zhao had tampered with the strings.

Nobody knows when the strings they're playing will snap!

But they dared not refuse; with a knife to their throats, they were doomed either way, it was just a matter of how they died…

Some gave up struggling, while others were driven mad and frantically plucked the strings, but the strings wouldn't break, and they were allowed to finish playing a piece.

Seeing that this was acceptable, the others were less desperate. Perhaps the broken string was a matter of probability?

They started playing along.

"Boom!"

"Ahhh-"

Not everyone is so lucky. After finally mentally preparing himself to try again, the moment his fingers touched the strings, all the strings of the instrument snapped, and the flesh on his entire arm was sliced ​​off in strips.

All that remained was a bloody, white bone.

Some had their fingers cut off, or their internal organs pierced by strings, or their throats sealed by a single string... The ways they died were varied and endless.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Lin Zhao laughed loudly, finding it truly amusing to see these people experience disappointment, hope, and despair.

After a while, the piano playing and calligraphy practice ended. Lin counted the people and found that after several rounds of testing, only two people remained out of more than two hundred.

The rest, who were either dead, injured, or barely clinging to life, were dragged to the mass grave, while the remaining two princes were once again placed on the desk.

"Congratulations to you both! Just one more hurdle and you'll be the Crown Prince, the throne within your grasp!" Lin Zhao walked behind them and gently put his arm around their shoulders.

Those slender, icy hands resembled a venomous snake flicking its tongue, and the two trembled, unable to utter a word.

Lin Zhao didn't care, turned around and left, and asked someone to bring a piece of paper and place it in front of the two of them.

"The final hurdle, 'number'."

"Here is a question. You two can do whatever you want and solve it. Whoever solves the correct answer first will be the next emperor."

The two men's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

Lin Zhao smiled again.

"However, if you still haven't solved it after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then I'll have to deal with you."

Upon hearing this, the light in their eyes disappeared again...

"Alright, let's untie it!"

Lin Zhao stopped arguing, sat back on the dragon throne, crossed his legs, and waited for the two to make their move.

The two men exchanged a glance and, steeling themselves, began to solve the problem.

But as soon as I looked down, I was dumbfounded.

This is this...

What kind of math problem is this?

They had never heard of or seen anything like it!

Even if I could barely understand the meaning, I had no idea where to start!

Before long, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, their thoughts were stretched to the limit, and their hands holding the pens began to tremble. After thinking for a long time, they dared not write a single word.

"The incense is about to go out..." Lin Zhaoyou reminded him.

One of the princes was suddenly provoked. Fearing that he would be killed by Lin Zhao if he didn't write anything, he closed his eyes and scribbled an answer on the paper.

"Aha, congratulations."

Lin Zhao called out.

The prince suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with joy, only to meet Lin Zhao's cold eyes.

"Wrong answer."

"Pfft-"

"Dong dong..."

The prince's head was cleanly severed by Lin Zhao, and blood splattered from his neck, staining the entire answer sheet red.

"Hahahaha!"

Lin Zhao smiled as he looked at the last remaining prince.

He seemed to have given up struggling, his eyes tightly closed, his neck tilted back, his eyeballs still trembling.

Lin Zhao chuckled, feigning surprise, and said, "No solution? Congratulations! You got it right!"

"what?!"

The prince immediately opened his eyes, looking incredulous.

Lin Zhao spread his hands, "This question has no solution. You didn't answer anything, so you're right."

"Huh? Ah... Ah!"

The prince called out three times. Happiness came so suddenly that it took him a while to process it!

"Then...then I've cleared the game!" The prince's eyes were filled with tears, and he felt more relaxed than ever before.

"Yes, that's right." Lin Zhao nodded.

"Then...then does that mean I can inherit the throne?" The prince cautiously looked at the dragon throne beneath Lin Zhao.

"Yes, that's right." Lin Zhao stood up and gracefully gave up his seat.

The prince was overwhelmed with emotion, filled with the thrill of escaping death, and tears streamed down his face.

"I...I...I'm finally not going to die!"

He burst into tears.

"Who said that?"

But Lin Zhao suddenly tilted his head, appeared out of nowhere behind the prince, and slit his throat with a knife.