Jason was about to observe his surroundings when he suddenly realized that the short-handled broad-bladed machete he was holding in his hand was missing.
Neither in the hands nor around.
In the previous dungeon world, the short-handled broad-bladed machete had been left behind in order to fit its ‘identity’.
But it's not far away.
It was just 'hidden' for a short period of time.
But now?
It’s really gone!
The cell in front of him was very simple. Apart from the chains that bound him and the iron door opposite, there was nothing. You could almost see everything at a glance.
For Jason, the hockey mask on his face and the short-handled broad-bladed machete in his hand have long exceeded their own value and have become an indispensable presence around Jason.
Not in the cell?
So, what about outside the cell?
Jason thought and slowly stood up.
Blah, blah.
The thick chains kept ringing with such movements.
And just when Jason was about to walk towards the iron door for further investigation, there was suddenly a strange noise from the ceiling.
quack!
In the sound of mechanical rotation.
A square opening appeared on the ceiling, and a 10-inch TV slowly dropped in front of Jason.
The black screen lit up.
Snowflakes appear above.
About two seconds later, a dark figure appeared inside.
Using light and shadow effects, the figure's face was completely hidden in the darkness, leaving only a rough body outline, and even the outline was blurry.
Zhila, zhila.
"Welcome our 'Sufferer' Jason."
Amidst the sound of electricity passing through the speakers, a mechanically synthesized sound came from the TV.
Then, there was the sound of "cheers" and "applause" as the background.
There were even one or two long whistles.
It’s like a ‘situation drama’.
Jason's face covered by the hockey mask showed no expression at all. He looked at the TV screen with cold eyes.
The dark figure raised his hand and pressed it.
"Okay, okay."
"I also feel everyone's enthusiasm."
"I think our Jason player must have felt it too."
Having said this, the black shadow paused, then turned around and watched Jason's movements.
"Now, there are still 5 minutes left before the game starts."
"Contestant Jason, do you have anything to say to everyone?"
Following the words mechanically synthesized by the black shadow, a countdown of 4:59 appeared directly above the TV screen.
Jason still didn't speak.
Jason chose to remain silent until he learned more.
The countdown has passed 3 seconds.
The black shadow spoke again.
"Tsk, it seems our Jason player is a little nervous!"
When these words were spoken, there was another burst of laughter in the background.
Black Shadow did not stop this background sound this time.
After a full 4-5 seconds, the shadow continued to speak.
"Let me introduce the rules of this preliminary competition."
"We chose the map 'Gerhard Asylum'!"
"Just kidding!"
"We have used that map more than ten times, so we chose a new map!"
"Where's the cheer?"
"Hurry up and ring it!"
The black shadow said this, raised his hand and pressed it on the table. Immediately, the sounds of 'cheers' and 'applause' appeared again.
Jason watched this scene.
A thought arose in my heart.
The other party is a neurotic!
At least, judging from his current behavior, the other party is neurotic.
As for whether it is real or performed?
Jason is currently unknown.
He just stood there quietly and watched.
"Player Jason, do you want to know what the new map is?"
The other party paused for a moment and then shook his head.
"terribly sorry."
"As one of the 'violators', you have no way of knowing this."
"These are the benefits that only those 'escapers' have."
"After all, they are so weak compared to you."
The shadow's voice was full of teasing, even if it was a mechanically synthesized voice, it was clearly evident.
‘Escapee’?
The opposing camp of the ‘torturers’?
Compared to the strength of the ‘Renager’, the ‘Escaper’ is very weak, but will he get help?
Jason collected information silently.
"Although they are numerous, they can only fight against you if they work together."
"In this new map, they have 100 people and you have 4."
"Each of them represents 1 point."
"Each of you represents 20 points."
"Whoever gets 20 points can win this preliminary round."
"Of course, if the 'survivors' find the 'green door', they can advance directly."
The shadow introduced the rules.
However, such a rule made Jason frown.
Whoever gets 20 points can win this preliminary round?
When he heard this sentence, the first thing Jason thought of was——
Kill each other!
This so-called ‘game’ doesn’t seem to prohibit killing each other?
The black shadow's voice continued.
"The 'Escapees' have left this 'base' three hours ago."
"They will lay traps."
"They will work together."
"The hunter and the prey change each other in just an instant."
"So, I hope that player Jason, one of the players of 'The Torturer', can be more careful. You must know that this is your first time participating in the 'game'. As a newcomer, because of your past 'records',
It attracted quite a bit of attention.”
"Now!"
"I declare the most important thing -"
"Follow the rules!"
"Now that you have chosen to participate in the 'game'!"
"Everything needs to be done according to the 'rules of the game'!"
"What if you want to break the 'rules of the game'?"
The shadow lengthened his tone.
Then--
Zhila, zhila.
The sound of electric shock appeared on Jason's body.
Even though his physical fitness was five times higher than that of an ordinary person, at this moment, Jason was still standing unsteadily and fell to the ground. During the inertial twitching, he felt that there seemed to be something in his heart.
It is constantly releasing electric current.
"Look, this is what happens when you violate the 'rules of the game'."
"An 'electric shock punishment'!"
"It's just low-power."
"As for high-power ones?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know what that is!"
"Of course, the game is fair. If you withstand this 'demonstration shock', we will compensate you!"
After the words fell, there was another noise on the ceiling.
quack.
As if with the sound of gears grinding, a box slowly lowered.
The box is made of wood and the lid is glass.
Inside the box is Jason's weapon: a short-handled, broad-bladed machete.
Click!
The lid of the box opened automatically, revealing a short-handled, wide-blade machete.
Jason resisted the urge to get his weapon back.
"This is your weapon, have you forgotten?"
"Don't worry."
"It's a reward, not a trap."
The black shadow said mockingly.
When Jason picked up the short-handled broad-bladed machete, the other party said unconsciously: "Dogs who are shocked will always be so obedient - my expectations for this 'newcomer' have dropped."
These words seemed to be spoken to the people around him.
What followed were boos.
Naturally, such boos were directed at Jason.
However, Jason didn't care.
He checked his weapon.
In perfect condition.
No passive manipulation.
Jason breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
If something really went wrong with the short-handled broad-bladed machete, even if he smashed everything in front of him, it would still be irreparable.
"alright."
"I'm a little disappointed in you, player Jason."
"I don't really want to communicate with you. You don't have the temperament of a 'violent' at all."
"However, as an 'introducer', I still have to complete my task."
"Do you have anything to ask?"
The black shadow looked impatient.
Jason still didn't speak, but just raised his hands that were bound by chains.
"After the game starts, these things will..."
Bang!
Hoo, ho!
The black shadow introduced, but before the other party could finish speaking, there was a dull crashing sound, followed by a roar.
That kind of voice didn't sound like something an ordinary person could shout at all. Instead, it sounded like a monster.
However, if you listen carefully, there are clearer words.
"Kill you!"
"Let me out!"
"Kill you!"
The roar was mixed with similar words.
Of course, there is also the sound of electric shocks.
However, the sound of electric shock did not hinder the roar at all.
On the contrary, the stronger the electric shock, the stronger the roar.
"Hahaha!"
"Listen!"
"This is what a 'violent' should be like."
"Player Jason, you're still a little behind."
The black shadow first let out a harsh and unpleasant laugh, and after commenting on Jason, he continued the topic just now.
"When the game starts, you can break free and the door will open."
"Then, you can go hunt those 'escapists'."
"However, given your performance just now, I am not optimistic about you."
As the other party spoke, an image similar to a test tube appeared next to the countdown screen.
At this moment, some liquid appeared in the test tube, starting from nothing and starting to rise slowly.
The color also changes from colorless to red.
About a quarter later, when the liquid in the test tube turned pink, the liquid in the test tube stopped, and there was an additional number next to it: 28.
“What a low score.”
"With this score, you are destined to have no choice."
The shadow laughed.
choose?
The conversation just now determines whether to provide help to the ‘torturer’?
Jason's brow furrowed again.
It wasn't that he was surprised that he was being helped by the Torturer.
What surprised him was who rated the 'violent' one?
A few specific people?
Or some people?
Or...
all?!
When the latter guess appeared, Jason narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully examined the 'TV' in front of him.
The 10-inch TV is visible at a glance.
There are no obvious cameras.
However, if his guess just now is correct, Jason can be sure that there should be something similar to a camera inside the TV.
And somewhere Jason couldn't see, a person was staring at him and making many remarks.
"This 'torturer' looks a bit silly, maybe he's also mute."
"Newcomers will always be like this."
"Even the Torturer would be nervous."
"nervous?"
"That's the one who dies the fastest."
"Yes, if a newcomer wants to survive, 10 points are essential. I am not optimistic about this guy named Jason."
"What should I do? I've already bet on him! It's half of my net worth!"
"Wish yourself the best of luck upstairs!"
"Half of your net worth is too much, right? Just place a bet of 100 or 200."
"The rich man upstairs, my entire net worth is only 50."
“I bet 100,000 on the newcomer ‘The Violent’ but it failed, can I open the champagne?”
"What a wealthy man upstairs!"
“Open the champagne +1!”
"Against 'Crazy Game!'"
"Even criminals should have the dignity of free choice!"
"Upstairs sb!"
"Doesn't this give them dignity?"
…
One barrage after another crossed the screen where Jason was, some sparsely.
Then, very quickly, these people closed the current 'room' and chose other 'rooms' to watch.
Compared to Jason, who is bland.
The 'violators' in other rooms are much more attractive.
A tall, ugly-faced, muscular 'violator' completely ignored the continuous electric shocks and began to bang on the door again and again.
A 'violent man' sitting in a wheelchair with a cold smile on his face was gesticulating a throat-slitting ritual in front of the TV screen.
The most attractive thing is that in the last 'room', the 'violator' is holding a bloody human head and eating it. The other person is squatting there, curled up, facing the wall, his long hair spread out, and he can only
Hearing the sound of gnawing and chewing, and occasionally turning around, the blood-stained face makes the viewer's adrenaline rush.
“Is this also the new ‘Sufferer’?”
"It looks like he's much stronger than the Jason before!"
"Be more confident upstairs and remove the appearance."
"He is much better than that mute."
"I like him!"
“Optimistic +1”
"Place your bet, place your bet!"
“The scoring will start soon, place your bet quickly!”
More barrages appeared here, so densely packed that they almost completely obscured the 'furious one'.
On the opponent's screen, a rating that was the same as Jason's before began to appear.
But unlike Jason's slow 'rise'.
This guy’s rise is several times faster!
10,20,30,40!
The numbers keep changing!
Colorless, pink, orange-red, scarlet!
The color keeps getting darker!
Soon, the number exceeded 40!
The liquid in the test tube became like blood.
However, the 'torturer' in the prison was completely unaware of it, and he was still holding the bloody head and eating it.
It seemed that all this was insignificant to him.
The countdown on the screen is slowly increasing.
The countdown, which was exactly the same as Jason's, began to increase with the appearance of high ratings.
5 minutes.
6 minutes.
7 minutes.
…
When Jason's countdown reaches zero, the countdown of the three "furious" ones has 4 minutes left in the least one, and 10 minutes left in the one with the most.
In Jason's cell.
As the countdown reaches zero——
Click!
Click, click!
Not only were all the chains on Jason's body opened, but the door was also opened directly.
"Jason player who is not favored, run away quickly."
"This is my advice as an 'introducer' to newcomers like you."
"After all, you are a hot commodity now!"
"Not only will those 'survivors' be staring at you, but the players who are 'furious' will also be staring at you..."
"Who makes you the weakest!"
"Hahaha!"
With mocking laughter, Jason walked out of the cell.
Outside the cell is an uninterrupted corridor.
At the end of the corridor on the left is the wall, on the right is the exit, and on the opposite side is the wall of the latter.
Behind him are 4 cells.
Except for his opening, the remaining three are still closed.
Jason stepped toward the exit.
Less than 20 meters away, Jason quickly walked to the gate.
This is a gate composed of two metal doors.
Jason did not walk out of the door, but raised his hand and placed it on the two doors, exerting a slight force.
