This one is a racing board ga similar to Flying Chess.
"Seven Doors Ga, 4 people in a ga, depending on the card type and arrangent, the one who gathers four doors of seven series first wins."
"There are various ways to win, such as Simple Win, Pong Function, Pure Suit, Ten Minor Pairs, etc."
There’s also one like Mahjong.
"Whispering Rhodes Cards, a type of card that has nothing to do with Cube Cards."
"But the popularity is really high and frighteningly so."
There are even cards that seem like they shouldn’t belong to this world.
Just like that, they’ve walked through about half of the top floor, with the Curator introducing Instance along the way.
In the process, she also encountered 3 Big Brothers.
Two of them she managed to avoid by dragging Instance away energetically, and one ca straight towards them and they had no choice but to honestly greet him as Big Brother.
"Wait."
As they walked, the Curator once again stopped Instance.
"..., you have a lot of Big Brothers indeed."
Instance is already very familiar with this situation.
This guy was afraid to take a detour with him again.
"Wait for here, I’ll go over there and say hello."
After saying this, the Curator walked straight away.
"?, I didn’t expect that he’s also a respectable Big Brother."
Considering the previous encounters, it was a bit strange for the other party to take the initiative to greet him.
Then, from a distance, Instance saw the Curator bow towards a handso young man with fox ears, who seed to be only two or three years older than him.
When she ca back, he saw that the Curator’s face didn’t seem too happy.
"What’s wrong, did the Big Brother scold you?"
He couldn’t help but tease.
"No, the one just now wasn’t a Big Brother."
The Curator shook her head and said with so unwillingness in her tone: "That was a Father."
"Father-level figures are above Big Brother-Level."
"Each circle has its own rules, and you must greet the Father with a bow when you et one."
She said so.
"..."
Instance didn’t understand what kind of circle she was talking about, but it sounded ridiculous.
"So, what does it take to beco a Big Brother-Level or a Father-Level?"
In the end, he couldn’t help but ask curiously.
"If you lose to the sa person in any type of ga 3 tis in a row, that person automatically becos your Big Brother."
"This hierarchy will remain until you win 3 tis in a row, and at that point, the relationship will be dissolved."
"After the relationship is dissolved, if you win 3 more gas, you can beco their Big Brother."
The Curator explained.
"What about you? Do you have any Little Brothers?"
Instance figured that by this logic, if crushing the other party in the Instance room with a Water Sprinkler Truck is counted as a ga, then he seems to have won against soone 3 tis already.
He just doesn’t know the na of his Little Brother.
"Of course, I have 4 Little Brothers just in this Clubhouse alone."
The Curator proudly puffed out her chest.
"..., you guys are really absurd."
"Then what about the Father-level? How do you reach that."
Instance asked again.
"After becoming Big Brother-Level, if you win 10 more consecutive gas against the sa person, you can beco Father-Level."
The Curator continued.
"So, if you lose to the sa person 13 tis in a row, you really should call them Father."
Instance raised an eyebrow. The Curator had said that she had 18 Big Brothers and 3 Fathers. Looking at it now, she had indeed lost quite miserably.
"By the way, is there a Grandfather-Level?"
He thought about it.
"Yes, there is. The standard for Grandfather-Level is based on Father-Level’s standards, which is to win 100 consecutive gas against the sa person."
"?!"
This statent made Instance lean back in surprise.
It was equivalent to winning 113 consecutive gas against soone if you wanted them as a grandchild.
Even if he were to go against Mossy Mushroom, Sli or the others, he wouldn’t have the confidence to win that many gas in a row.
Perhaps the only opportunity would be with Grass Man, who doesn’t know how to play cards.
But even if you wanted to make Grass Man your grandchild, you didn’t need to win 113 gas against him, just giving him milk tea would do.
He even suspected that if you treated Grass Man to milk tea for a year, it would kneel down and worship you as an ancestor.
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