Surviving the Apocalypse Death Exam - Chapter 99
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Chapter 99: Lin Mo, Do You Want a Wife or Not?
Translation by: WeebsreadπΉ
B. Defeat a golden succubus.
C. Enter the mist-swallowed world and collect three treasure chests.
"This round of the Death Exam requires twenty candidates."
"Random selection of candidates has begun."
The Death Exam Game’s chilling voice echoed in everyone’s mind, reverberating through the small town.
"The difficulty dropped for the second question?"
Lin Mo was mildly surprised to see only twenty participants needed this round. But when his gaze lingered on Option A, he fell silent.
"I don’t have a wife. What happens if I choose A?"
"I got picked!"
A Test Slave shouted, voice trembling.
Others quickly joined in:
"Me too!"
"Same here!"
This round required twenty candidates, but with only four survivors from the last round, sixteen more would be drawn from the rest.
Including Lu Chuan, Liu Yue, and the remaining Test Slaves, about forty people remained—nearly half would be chosen. The odds were high.
The faces of those selected were a complicated blend of relief and dread.
They felt relief because, judging by the options and the number of candidates, this question was clearly easier than the first Death Exam.
And the reward was a supernatural vehicle—not just any ride.
If you ever ran into an unstoppable Abomination, you might not outrun it, but you’d definitely be faster than your teammates.
But the dread lingered. In the first Death Exam, every ordinary Test Slave had died—none survived except the Awakened.
And the main reason was a single sentence Lin Mo had spoken atop the city wall.
Otherwise, at least two or three might have survived.
One by one, people stepped forward, choosing a spot at one of the thirty Exam Desks still standing.
This time, an Awakened was also chosen—Liu Wu, who’d gained his Sequence by sacrificing body parts to the Severed Finger.
Zhou Fan, close to him, said quietly, "Stay alive, man."
Liu Wu nodded. "Don’t worry." He took his seat.
Lin Mo noted to himself: These two aren’t just ordinary friends.
Once everyone had entered the Examination Grounds, the Countdown on the massive Exam Sheet vanished.
The Death Exam Game’s voice rang out again:
"Second Death Exam begins. Please submit your answer within ten minutes, or face Status Effect: Erasure."
Everyone seated at their Exam Desk stared at the three options, whispering anxiously.
"Option A: Spend a pleasant weekend with your wife. Sounds good to me. I actually have a wife," one Test Slave said, his eyes shining with hope.
But someone immediately shot him down. "Don’t get cocky just because you have a wife. Option A says ‘spend a pleasant weekend together.’ Can you really say you’d find it pleasant, being with your wife?"
The first Test Slave fell silent, stung by the question.
Someone else piped up, "If I don’t have a wife and choose A, what happens? Do they just assign me a random wife? If so, I hope she’s hot."
"I’m not married either, but if Option A means I get to marry a rich beauty, live in a mansion, and eat abalone and sea cucumber every day, I’m in."
A chuckle broke out. "Here’s a question: If I’m a ‘one’ and my partner’s a ‘zero,’ does that count as a couple too?"
The chatter was endless.
But some were wary—Option A couldn’t possibly be that simple.
"In these Special Death Exams, sometimes you catch a break, but I doubt this is one of them."
"I think Option B sounds more straightforward. Any bros want to team up and try our luck? Worst case, if we die to the golden succubus, at least we’ll die smiling. Based on past Death Exams, every guy killed by a succubus died grinning."
"I’m twenty. I figure I can totally handle a golden succubus."
Compared to Option A, a lot of single men in their twenties and thirties were eyeing Option B.
But the more cautious ones were considering Option C.
"Collecting three treasure chests in the mist world—it looks dangerous, but at least it’s a danger you can see. Not like Options A and B, which are probably honeyed poison."
Many glanced at the Awakened.
But compared to Wu, Li Quan, Ying Zhu, and the newly chosen Liu Wu, most eyes still sought out Lin Mo.
Once again, this Death Exam question had proven Lin Mo’s insight.
He’d picked the option with the best payoff—one that even ordinary Test Slaves might survive.
"Bunch of idiots. If they had half a brain, they wouldn’t be dead. Still clinging to moral blackmail in the Wasteland? That’s just asking to die."
Some Test Slaves remembered the seventeen who’d died, but felt no sympathy—no sense of camaraderie or class solidarity.
Just pure contempt for fools.
"Master Lin, what do you think?"
A greasy, sycophantic fat man behind Lin Mo asked cautiously.
Lin Mo glanced over. The man was rubbing his hands together like a fly.
Black Fatty.
Lin Mo remembered him—a big shot among the Test Slaves. He’d once relied on Mad Dog for protection, hustled resources other Test Slaves couldn’t get, dabbled in black market deals, and gathered a little clique around himself.
Compared to the Awakened, he was nothing, but in this hellish system, he’d managed to thrive among the Test Slaves—a character in his own right.
"I’ll just sit and watch," Lin Mo replied coolly.
Black Fatty’s smile stiffened, but he quickly forced it back.
"Master Lin, I mean—do you have any advice for us regular Test Slaves?"
All around, ears perked up.
But Lin Mo didn’t even turn his head.
"Any choice where you alone bear the consequences—make it yourself."
His voice was calm, utterly uninterested in meddling.
Black Fatty, who prided himself on reading people, didn’t push further, abandoning the idea with a twinge of regret.
He figured if he kept talking, he’d end up like those Test Slaves in Option C who’d tried to guilt-trip Lin Mo.
He wasn’t stupid.
Around them, faces shifted—some indifferent, some scornful, some tinged with resentment.
It was the look of people thinking, "You’re already so strong. Isn’t it just a few words? Why not help us out?"
Still, Black Fatty had learned something.
From these few exchanges, he realized:
Lin Mo didn’t have a saint’s heart, but he wasn’t a man without principles either.
"As long as I don’t go looking for trouble with Master Lin, he probably won’t even bother glancing my way," Black Fatty thought.
Lin Mo studied the three options, especially Option A.
He had several plans in mind, intending to use the Simulation System to test them.
But first, he needed to run a Simulation and see what Option A was really about.
Begin Simulation.
He thought silently.
Simulation begins.
Facing the second Death Exam, you choose Option A without hesitation.
Because you have no wife, the Death Exam Game provides one for you.
You successfully enter the Examination Grounds.
You open your eyes in a bright, clean room, filled with gentle, homely warmth.
You quickly scan the room for any useful information.
You spot a wedding photo on the bedside cabinet—it’s you and your wife.
In the picture, you’re in a white suit, she’s in a dazzling white wedding dress.
She’s stunningly beautiful, with flawless features, silky hair, a voluptuous figure, skin like snow, tall and graceful, her face lit with a blissful smile.
You search the room thoroughly but find no further clues.
You now know what your wife looks like, but not her name.
You open the door and see today’s date on the calendar: Saturday.
At that moment, you hear movement from the kitchen.
You look over to see a woman, different from the photo but still beautiful—serene, gentle, exuding a maternal warmth—carrying out dishes.
The moment she sees you, she smiles tenderly and says, "You’re awake, darling. Come eat."
Not knowing what to call her, you simply nod.
But in the next instant, the mood in the room shifts.
The gentle, saintly wife now stares at you with something uncanny in her eyes.
Her lips curl up as she gazes at you, her voice still sweet: "Darling, can you see me?"
Translation by: WeebsreadπΉ
B. Defeat a golden succubus.
C. Enter the mist-swallowed world and collect three treasure chests.
"This round of the Death Exam requires twenty candidates."
"Random selection of candidates has begun."
The Death Exam Game’s chilling voice echoed in everyone’s mind, reverberating through the small town.
"The difficulty dropped for the second question?"
Lin Mo was mildly surprised to see only twenty participants needed this round. But when his gaze lingered on Option A, he fell silent.
"I don’t have a wife. What happens if I choose A?"
"I got picked!"
A Test Slave shouted, voice trembling.
Others quickly joined in:
"Me too!"
"Same here!"
This round required twenty candidates, but with only four survivors from the last round, sixteen more would be drawn from the rest.
Including Lu Chuan, Liu Yue, and the remaining Test Slaves, about forty people remained—nearly half would be chosen. The odds were high.
The faces of those selected were a complicated blend of relief and dread.
They felt relief because, judging by the options and the number of candidates, this question was clearly easier than the first Death Exam.
And the reward was a supernatural vehicle—not just any ride.
If you ever ran into an unstoppable Abomination, you might not outrun it, but you’d definitely be faster than your teammates.
But the dread lingered. In the first Death Exam, every ordinary Test Slave had died—none survived except the Awakened.
And the main reason was a single sentence Lin Mo had spoken atop the city wall.
Otherwise, at least two or three might have survived.
One by one, people stepped forward, choosing a spot at one of the thirty Exam Desks still standing.
This time, an Awakened was also chosen—Liu Wu, who’d gained his Sequence by sacrificing body parts to the Severed Finger.
Zhou Fan, close to him, said quietly, "Stay alive, man."
Liu Wu nodded. "Don’t worry." He took his seat.
Lin Mo noted to himself: These two aren’t just ordinary friends.
Once everyone had entered the Examination Grounds, the Countdown on the massive Exam Sheet vanished.
The Death Exam Game’s voice rang out again:
"Second Death Exam begins. Please submit your answer within ten minutes, or face Status Effect: Erasure."
Everyone seated at their Exam Desk stared at the three options, whispering anxiously.
"Option A: Spend a pleasant weekend with your wife. Sounds good to me. I actually have a wife," one Test Slave said, his eyes shining with hope.
But someone immediately shot him down. "Don’t get cocky just because you have a wife. Option A says ‘spend a pleasant weekend together.’ Can you really say you’d find it pleasant, being with your wife?"
The first Test Slave fell silent, stung by the question.
Someone else piped up, "If I don’t have a wife and choose A, what happens? Do they just assign me a random wife? If so, I hope she’s hot."
"I’m not married either, but if Option A means I get to marry a rich beauty, live in a mansion, and eat abalone and sea cucumber every day, I’m in."
A chuckle broke out. "Here’s a question: If I’m a ‘one’ and my partner’s a ‘zero,’ does that count as a couple too?"
The chatter was endless.
But some were wary—Option A couldn’t possibly be that simple.
"In these Special Death Exams, sometimes you catch a break, but I doubt this is one of them."
"I think Option B sounds more straightforward. Any bros want to team up and try our luck? Worst case, if we die to the golden succubus, at least we’ll die smiling. Based on past Death Exams, every guy killed by a succubus died grinning."
"I’m twenty. I figure I can totally handle a golden succubus."
Compared to Option A, a lot of single men in their twenties and thirties were eyeing Option B.
But the more cautious ones were considering Option C.
"Collecting three treasure chests in the mist world—it looks dangerous, but at least it’s a danger you can see. Not like Options A and B, which are probably honeyed poison."
Many glanced at the Awakened.
But compared to Wu, Li Quan, Ying Zhu, and the newly chosen Liu Wu, most eyes still sought out Lin Mo.
Once again, this Death Exam question had proven Lin Mo’s insight.
He’d picked the option with the best payoff—one that even ordinary Test Slaves might survive.
"Bunch of idiots. If they had half a brain, they wouldn’t be dead. Still clinging to moral blackmail in the Wasteland? That’s just asking to die."
Some Test Slaves remembered the seventeen who’d died, but felt no sympathy—no sense of camaraderie or class solidarity.
Just pure contempt for fools.
"Master Lin, what do you think?"
A greasy, sycophantic fat man behind Lin Mo asked cautiously.
Lin Mo glanced over. The man was rubbing his hands together like a fly.
Black Fatty.
Lin Mo remembered him—a big shot among the Test Slaves. He’d once relied on Mad Dog for protection, hustled resources other Test Slaves couldn’t get, dabbled in black market deals, and gathered a little clique around himself.
Compared to the Awakened, he was nothing, but in this hellish system, he’d managed to thrive among the Test Slaves—a character in his own right.
"I’ll just sit and watch," Lin Mo replied coolly.
Black Fatty’s smile stiffened, but he quickly forced it back.
"Master Lin, I mean—do you have any advice for us regular Test Slaves?"
All around, ears perked up.
But Lin Mo didn’t even turn his head.
"Any choice where you alone bear the consequences—make it yourself."
His voice was calm, utterly uninterested in meddling.
Black Fatty, who prided himself on reading people, didn’t push further, abandoning the idea with a twinge of regret.
He figured if he kept talking, he’d end up like those Test Slaves in Option C who’d tried to guilt-trip Lin Mo.
He wasn’t stupid.
Around them, faces shifted—some indifferent, some scornful, some tinged with resentment.
It was the look of people thinking, "You’re already so strong. Isn’t it just a few words? Why not help us out?"
Still, Black Fatty had learned something.
From these few exchanges, he realized:
Lin Mo didn’t have a saint’s heart, but he wasn’t a man without principles either.
"As long as I don’t go looking for trouble with Master Lin, he probably won’t even bother glancing my way," Black Fatty thought.
Lin Mo studied the three options, especially Option A.
He had several plans in mind, intending to use the Simulation System to test them.
But first, he needed to run a Simulation and see what Option A was really about.
Begin Simulation.
He thought silently.
Simulation begins.
Facing the second Death Exam, you choose Option A without hesitation.
Because you have no wife, the Death Exam Game provides one for you.
You successfully enter the Examination Grounds.
You open your eyes in a bright, clean room, filled with gentle, homely warmth.
You quickly scan the room for any useful information.
You spot a wedding photo on the bedside cabinet—it’s you and your wife.
In the picture, you’re in a white suit, she’s in a dazzling white wedding dress.
She’s stunningly beautiful, with flawless features, silky hair, a voluptuous figure, skin like snow, tall and graceful, her face lit with a blissful smile.
You search the room thoroughly but find no further clues.
You now know what your wife looks like, but not her name.
You open the door and see today’s date on the calendar: Saturday.
At that moment, you hear movement from the kitchen.
You look over to see a woman, different from the photo but still beautiful—serene, gentle, exuding a maternal warmth—carrying out dishes.
The moment she sees you, she smiles tenderly and says, "You’re awake, darling. Come eat."
Not knowing what to call her, you simply nod.
But in the next instant, the mood in the room shifts.
The gentle, saintly wife now stares at you with something uncanny in her eyes.
Her lips curl up as she gazes at you, her voice still sweet: "Darling, can you see me?"
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Thank you raw provider and weebsread for the translation
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