AMRWFA -Chapter 337 The Throne and the Mental Hospital

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much detail about the “Throne” in the system page.

Ruan Yaoyao still couldn’t figure out what this “Throne” actually was. While wandering around the hospital for so long, however, she occasionally heard psychiatric patients muttering phrases that normal people couldn’t understand.

“Too bad. Yesterday I ran into an A-rank anomaly, but it got away!”

“Hahaha… you’re so dumb. You couldn’t even beat an A-rank anomaly.”

“Oh yeah? If you’re so capable, why don’t you go try? Weren’t you the one who was chased screaming by it before, almost got eaten?”

……

From this, one could vaguely tell they were talking about anomalies.

But the next few groups were even harder to understand.

“Little Green got eaten.”

“I know. Little Green is furious. She spent another 5 million to buy a new account.”

……

The patient who had been following Feng Yue explained:

“This patient thinks he’s a vegetable named Little Green. He gets eaten by humans every time, so he has to keep spending money to buy accounts and log back in.”

Ruan Yaoyao glanced at her and thought:

【Do you think I’m stupid?】

【He’s clearly got the ‘Descender’ tag floating above his head. You think I can’t see it?】

【I’m not blind!】

Ruan Yaoyao secretly glanced at “Little Green” and thought to herself that having a cheat ability really was convenient—it made it hard for others to fool her.

Unlike them, she couldn’t see anything. If someone told her these were just “mental patients,” she would probably believe it.

After all, professional matters should be handled by professionals—this was why they had a psychologist here.

She even worried that even professional psychologists might not be able to see through it. After all, they had already encountered a psychologist who had been “controlled by the plot” before. Who knew if the next one would also be controlled?

At that moment, the psychologist in question, Shi Lingchuan, sneezed.

“Achoo—”

Was someone talking about me?

His heart tightened.

Whoever it was, anyone was fine—just not Dong Wanyu!

To be safe, he decided that after work he would contact the other side to check on Dong Wanyu’s situation.

——

As Ruan Yaoyao looked around, everywhere were “Descenders.” It was quite an intense sight.

Someone nearby said:

“I’ve already refined nine of them. Hehe! Fried ones taste really good!”

Ruan Yaoyao thought:

【Looks like this is a master. Fried nine anomalies already—I wonder what they taste like!】

Ruan Zhihe’s pupils widened: Wait—Auntie, don’t tell me you actually want to try it?

“I got eaten! Sigh… I got eaten again!”

【So even if they’re eaten, they don’t really die. It’s probably like a game.】

【Like making a game account—when you die, you just restart.】

【The question is whether it’s unlimited respawns or limited lives.】

Ruan Zhihe thought: I personally hope it has limited lives.

Not far away, two “Descenders” were discussing fruit.

One said, “This apple is pretty tasty!”

The other replied, “They call this world’s fruit ‘xiangjiao’ (banana), not apple.”

“Oh? What’s the difference? Aren’t they all food?”

Ruan Yaoyao looked at the water-boiled corn in their hands and couldn’t connect it to fruit at all.

【Is it because it’s yellow and long, so they think it’s ‘xiangjiao’?】

Ruan Zhihe finally relaxed: It seems this group isn’t very smart. They can’t even tell fruits and vegetables apart.

That’s good.

This way, no matter what they are or what their goal is, their chances of winning are higher.

Further ahead, they saw a strange little girl standing by a tree, repeatedly banging her head against it while muttering:

“Don’t sleep!”

“Can’t sleep!”

“If I sleep, there will be monsters!”

……

Ruan Yaoyao looked at the tag above her head—there was no “Descender.”

【Huh?】

【None?】

【So she’s not a Descender?】

【Then why does she say monsters come when she sleeps?】

【Judging from her face… she’s smart, but unfortunately, she’s fated to die young.】

【I just don’t know how—whether it’s her destined fate, or something caused by them…】

Ruan Yaoyao shifted her gaze back to the others.

【If it’s because of them, then she’s really unlucky. She was doing fine in this mental hospital. Even if not long-lived, she could’ve at least lived decades.】

【But meeting them… she might not even reach adulthood.】

……

After they were escorted out of the hospital, Feng Yue immediately went to report to leadership.

On the way out, she ran into junior colleague Hua Bo.

“How was it? Did the director scold you?”

Feng Yue shook her head.

They did say a few things, but even the leaders couldn’t extract any useful information from the other side—so how could she, just a psychologist, possibly do it?

The leaders really overestimated them.

Hua Bo complained: “Did our leadership offend someone? Why else would higher-ups suddenly come for an inspection? We’re just a mental hospital—what’s there to inspect? Nothing unusual has happened recently.”

He was referring to murders or violent incidents—yet suddenly, an “undercover inspection team” appeared out of nowhere.

If not for Feng Yue noticing, they would have been completely kept in the dark.

Feng Yue said: “Let them inspect if they want. We’re a legitimate hospital. All patients are properly documented.”

Even if a few are abnormal, they’re still officially admitted after payment. It has nothing to do with the doctors.

If there’s a problem, it’s on the higher-ups.

Meanwhile, Ruan Yaoyao and Ruan Zhihe got into a car and left the hospital to eat outside.

For Ruan Yaoyao, the so-called “undercover inspection” turning into an “open inspection” didn’t change much. What she could see wouldn’t be hidden just because they tried to disguise it.

In fact, it might even make things safer for her.

After eating, she contacted the national team and reported everything she had observed, then checked what they had discovered.

In just a few days, they had gathered quite a bit of information.

First, they verified everyone’s identity in the hospital, checking whether they had changed after admission—whether they were still themselves or had become “Descenders,” to confirm whether her judgment was correct.

Of course, it wasn’t that the national team didn’t trust Ruan Yaoyao—it was to show her that they weren’t blindly trusting her.

Psychiatric patients naturally change a lot before and after admission, so it’s hard for them to tell who has been “descended upon.” They still relied mainly on her input.

The patient records were all normal—full of various dramatic backstories, as if all the world’s misfortune had been concentrated in this hospital.

Different miseries, same label: “unfortunate.”

And in addition to that “unfortunate” label, they also found a symbol on these people—identical to the one seen on those previously controlled by the plot.

The only difference was the color.

For Descenders, the symbol was gold. For non-Descenders, it was cyan.