What about the knife
Where is my knife
Jason, who was about to observe his surroundings, suddenly realized that the short-handled machete he was holding in his hand was missing.
Neither in hand nor around.
In the previous dungeon world, in order to conform to the 'identity', the short-handled broad-bladed machete had the experience of leaving the side.
But not far away.
Just a brief 'hidden' Bale.
but now
It's really gone!
The prison cell in front of him was very simple, except for the chains that bound him and the iron door opposite, there was nothing, and he could almost see everything at a glance.
For Jason, the hockey mask on his face and the machete in his hand have already exceeded their own value, and have become an indispensable existence around Jason.
Not in a cell
What about outside the cell
Jason thought, and slowly stood up.
Crash, clatter.
The thick chains kept ringing following this movement.
And just as Jason was about to walk towards the iron gate for further investigation, there was a sudden noise from the ceiling.
quack!
In the sound of mechanical rotation.
A square opening appeared in the ceiling, and a 10-inch TV slowly fell in front of Jason.
The black screen lit up.
Snowflakes appear on it.
About two seconds later, a pitch-black figure appeared in it.
Using the light and shadow effect, the face of this figure is completely hidden in the darkness, there is only a rough outline of the body, and even the outline is blurred.
Zila, Zila.
"Welcome our 'Rager Contestant' Jason."
Amidst the sound of electricity passing through the stereo, a mechanically synthesized sound came from the TV.
Then, there was the sound of 'cheers' and 'applause' as the background.
Even, there were one or two long whistles.
It's like a 'sit drama'.
Jason's face covered by the hockey mask was expressionless, and he looked at the picture on the TV with cold eyes.
The black shadow raised his hand and pressed down.
"OK OK."
"I can feel everyone's enthusiasm."
"Presumably our Jason player also felt it."
Speaking of this, Sombra paused, then turned around and watched Jason's movements.
"Now, there are still 5 minutes before the game starts."
"Jason, do you have anything to say to everyone?"
Following the black shadow mechanically synthesized words, a 4:59 countdown appeared directly above the TV screen.
Jason still didn't speak.
Before learning more, Jason chose to keep silent.
3 seconds countdown.
Sombra spoke again.
"Tsk tsk, it seems that our player Jason is a little nervous!"
When this sentence was said, there was another burst of "laughing" in the background.
Sombra didn't stop the background sound this time.
After a full 4-5 seconds, Sombra continued.
"Let me introduce the rules of this preliminary round."
"We chose the map 'Gerhard's Asylum'!"
"Kidding!"
"We have used that map no less than ten times, so we chose a new map!"
"Where are the cheers?"
"Ring it up!"
Soi Ying said so, raised his hand and pressed on the table, and immediately, the sound of 'cheers' and 'applause' appeared again.
Jason watched the scene.
A thought came to mind.
The other party is a neurotic!
At least, judging from the current performance, the other party is a neurotic.
As for real or acting
Jason is temporarily unknown.
He just stood there quietly watching.
"Player Jason, do you want to know what the new map is?"
After the other party deliberately paused, he shook his head.
"terribly sorry."
"As one of the 'Ragers', you have no way of knowing this."
"These are the benefits only for those 'survivors'."
"After all, compared to you, they are so weak."
Sombra's voice was full of teasing, even if it was mechanically synthesized, it was obvious.
'Survivor'
The opposing camp of the 'Ragers'
Compared to the strength of the 'Rager', the 'Survivor' is 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 four."
"Each of them represents 1 point."
"Each of you represents 20 points."
"No matter who it is, if they get 20 points, they will be able to win this preliminary round."
"Of course, if the 'survivors' find the 'green door', they will be able to advance directly."
Sombra introduced the rules.
However, such a rule made Jason frown.
Whoever gets 20 points will be able to win this preliminary round
When Jason heard this sentence, the first thing Jason thought of was—
Cannibalism!
This so-called 'game' doesn't seem to prohibit cannibalism
Sombra's voice continued.
"The 'survivor' has left this 'base' three hours ago."
"They'll set traps."
"They will work together."
"Hunter and prey, mutual transformation, just in that moment."
"So, I hope Jason, who is one of the 'Ragers' players, can be careful. You know, this is your first time participating in the 'game'. As a newcomer, because of your previous 'records', It attracted a lot of attention."
"Now!"
"I announce the most important thing—"
"Follow the rules!"
"Since you have chosen to participate in the 'game'!"
"Then everything needs to follow the 'rules of the game'!"
"If you want to break the 'rules of the game'?"
The black shadow elongated his tone.
Then-
Zila, Zila.
The sound of electric shock appeared on Jason's body.
Even with a physical fitness five times higher than that of ordinary people, at this moment, Jason fell to the ground unsteadily. In the inertial twitching, he felt that there seemed to be something extra in his heart.
It is constantly releasing current.
"Look, this is what happens when you violate the 'rules of the game'."
"An 'Electric Shock Punishment'!"
"It's just low powered."
"As for the high-powered ones?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know what that is!"
"Of course, the game is fair. If you endured the 'demo electric shock' this time, then we will compensate you!"
The voice fell, and there was another sound on the ceiling.
quack.
It seemed that amidst the friction of gears, a box slowly lowered down.
The box is wooden and the lid is glass.
Inside the box was Jason's weapon: a machete with a short handle.
Click!
The lid of the box opened automatically, revealing the machete with a short handle and wide blade.
Jason resisted the urge to get his weapon back.
"This is your weapon, have you forgotten?"
"Do not worry."
"It's a reward, not a trap."
The black shadow said mockingly.
And when Jason picked up the machete, the other party unconsciously said: "Dogs who are shocked by electric shocks are always so obedient—my expectations for this 'newcomer' have dropped."
This seems to be said to the people around him.
Boos ensued.
Naturally, the boos were directed at Jason.
However, Jason didn't care.
He checked his weapon.
intact.
No passive manipulation.
Jason breathed a sigh of relief.
If something really went wrong with the machete, even if he smashed everything in front of him, it would be irreparable.
"alright."
"I'm a little disappointed in you, Jason."
"I don't really want to communicate with you, you don't have the temperament of a 'stalker' at all."
"However, as an 'introducer', I still have to complete my task."
"Do you have any questions?"
Sombra looked impatient.
Jason still didn't speak, but raised his hands that were bound by iron chains.
"When the game starts, these things just..."
boom!
Roar, roar!
Heiying introduced, but before the other party finished speaking, there was a dull crashing sound, followed by a roar.
That kind of voice didn't sound like an ordinary person could shout at all, but like a monster.
However, if you listen carefully, there are clearer words.
"Kill you all!"
"let me out!"
"Kill you all!"
In the roar, similar words were mixed.
And, of course, the sound of electric shocks.
However, the sound of the electric shock did not hinder the roar at all.
On the contrary, the stronger the electric shock, the stronger the roar.
"Hahaha!"
"Listen!"
"That's what a 'Rager' should be."
"Contestant Jason, you are still a little short."
The black shadow first let out a piercing and ugly 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 hunt those 'survivors'."
"However, in view of 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 that test tube, which started to rise slowly from scratch.
The color also changed from colorless to reddish.
After about a quarter of the time, when the liquid in the test tube turned pink, the liquid in the test tube stopped, and a number appeared next to it: 28.
"What a low score."
"With this score, you are doomed to have no choice."
The shadow sneered.
choose
The conversation just now decided whether to give help to the 'Rager'
Jason frowned again.
It wasn't that he was surprised by helping the 'Rager'.
To his surprise, who actually rated the 'Rager'
A few specific people
Or certain people
Or is it…
all? !
When the latter guess appeared, Jason narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully checked the 'TV' in front of him.
The 10-inch TV can be seen at a glance.
There are no obvious cameras.
However, if the guess just now is correct, Jason can be sure that there should be something similar to the camera inside the TV.
And where Jason couldn't see, a person was staring at him and making a lot of remarks.
"This 'Rager' looks a little goofy, maybe dumb."
"It's always like this for a newcomer."
"Even 'Ragers' get nervous."
"nervous?"
"That's what dies the fastest."
"Yes, if a rookie wants to survive, 10 points is essential. I don't like this guy named Jason."
"What should I do? I've already bet on him! It's half of my net worth!"
"Upstairs, please pray for your own happiness!"
"Half of the net worth is too much, right? Just bet 100 or 200 at will."
"The local tyrant upstairs, my entire net worth is only 50."
"I failed to bet 100,000 newcomers 'Rager', can I open champagne?"
"Upstairs is really a local tyrant!"
"Open champagne +1!"
“Against 'Crazy Games!'”
"Even criminals should have the dignity of free choice!"
"Upstairs SB!"
"Isn't that giving them dignity?"
…
Barrages of bullet screens streaked across the screen where Jason was, a little sparse.
Then, very quickly, these people closed the current 'room' and chose another 'room' to watch.
Compared to the mediocre Jason.
The 'Ragers' in the other rooms are much more attractive.
A tall, ugly, and muscular 'Rager' completely ignored the continuous electric shocks and started banging on the door again and again.
A 'stalker' sitting in a wheelchair with a stern smile on his face was gesticulating to cut his throat at the TV screen.
And the most attractive thing is that in the last 'room', there is a 'Rager' who is holding a bloody human head and gnawing on it. Hearing the sound of gnawing and chewing, and occasionally looking back, the blood-stained face makes the viewer's adrenaline rush.
"Is this the newcomer 'Rager' too?"
"It looks like he's much stronger than the Jason from before!"
"Upstairs, be more confident and remove the appearance."
"He was much better than that mute."
"I like him!"
"Looking +1"
"Bet, bet!"
"Scoring will start soon, hurry up and place a bet!"
More barrages appeared here, densely packed, almost covering this 'Rager' completely.
On the opponent's screen, a score that was the same as Jason's before began to appear.
But unlike Jason's slow 'rise'.
This person's rising speed is several times faster!
10, 20, 30, 40!
The numbers keep changing!
Colorless, pink, orange, scarlet!
The color keeps deepening!
Soon, the number exceeded 40!
The liquid in the test tube became like blood.
However, the 'Rager' in the prison was completely unaware, and he was still holding his bloody head and gnawing on it.
It seemed that all of this didn't matter to him.
The countdown on the screen is slowly increasing.
The countdowns that were originally exactly the same as Jason's countdowns began to increase with the appearance of high scores.
5 minutes.
6 minutes.
7 minutes.
…
When Jason's countdown reached zero, the countdown of the three 'Ragers' had 4 minutes left for the least one, and 10 minutes for the one with the most.
Inside Jason's cell.
As the countdown goes to zero—
Click!
Click, click!
Not only were all the chains on Jason's body opened, but the door was also opened directly.
"Jason, who is not favored, run away."
"This is my advice to newcomers like you as an 'introducer'."
"After all, you are a sweet potato now!"
"Not only those 'survivors' will stare at you, but the players who are 'furgers' will also stare at you..."
"Who made you the weakest!"
"Hahaha!"
With mocking laughter, Jason walked out of the cell.
Outside the cell was a corridor with no forks.
The corridor ends on the left with a wall, the right with the exit, and the latter's wall opposite.
Behind him are 4 cells.
Except for his opening, the remaining 3 doors are still closed.
Jason walked towards the exit.
With a distance of less than 20 meters, Jason quickly walked to the gate.
This is a gate made up of two metal doors.
Jason did not walk out of the gate, but raised his hand, placed it on the two gates, and exerted a little force.
Squeak... bang!
The door is closed.