Marcus looked feebly at the strange-looking onlookers outside the glass box. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a hint of excitement hidden in their nervousness. Marcus knows it's going to be their talking capital for a week, a month, or even a year. At future gatherings with friends, they will proudly tell others that they are witnesses to this bloody feast.

They will use the most detailed and dark language to retell the murder second by second, and portray themselves as the heroes in it. It's just human norm, and Marcus knows he'll do the same if he's standing outside the glass box.

But he's in this cage now.

A thirty-second countdown is displayed on the screen. The people outside the window were even more excited.

"Marcus!!Zack!!You must help me!!"

Blake's voice reached Marcus's ears.

Marcus looked at Blake. Blake's eyes were filled with fear of the unknown. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and his lips lost their pink color with fear.

Marcus felt Zack's gaze, and he quickly made eye contact with Zach. They both saw the hesitation in each other's eyes: should we press these buttons or not, and what did these devices do to us?

The most feared thing for human beings is the unknown.

If someone told you very clearly that when you die, you will go into a room called Heaven, or a prison called Hell, or walk across the Lethe River and drink Meng Po soup, would you still be afraid of death? It is precisely because no one can say what it will be like when a human being dies that death is so terrifying.

Thirty seconds passed quickly.

The color on the screen also changed from white to red like blood.

The metal device on Blake's left shoulder hummed like a giant lizard-like dragon awakened from its sleep by greedy humans in Western mythology, fangs and claws.

“F-U-C-K！！！！”

Blake suddenly screamed.

The green tendons on his neck bulged outward in an instant, like a venomous snake before death, sending out a final cry to the outside world.

Marcus watched as red blood appeared on Blake's left shoulder.

Like the snow-capped Mt. Fuji, in the blink of an eye, it erupts into the sky with all its might, magma that has accumulated over the years.

The muscles in the shoulder did not play any protective role, and the sharp blades broke through the blockade of muscle fibers without hindrance.

The tight lines were abruptly cut through the middle, like fireworks, each splattering in all directions.

The white bones encased under the layers of muscles were exposed.

The bones are the final fruits, and the muscles are the petals that wrap around the flowers. When the petals wither, the fruit is ripe.

There was a fierce collision between the farmer's knife and the fruit.

Marcus' eyes were fixed on Blake's left arm. Within seconds, the erupting dragon had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Smack~"

Blake's left hand fell to the very bottom of the glass case.

Drops of blood were still falling downwards from the empty metal device.

Blake's face was covered with sweat the size of soybeans. There was a ring of blood on his lips, which had been bitten by his own teeth. His eyes were a little gray, and his pupils were full of horror and pain.

Marcus and Zach's hearts were full of shock, and at the same time, there was a little bit of joy.

It's good that I didn't press that button.,Otherwise...

"Drip~Drip~Drip~"

Marcus, Zach, and Black all shuddered and looked over to the place where the sound came from.

A thirty-second countdown reappeared on the screen.

"Zach, Marcus!!" Blake called the names of the two. His face was slightly distorted, and his eyes were full of gloom. "You two bastards, you actually watched me being tortured by this female cousin like this!!"

Oh, if not, should I have lost my left hand now?" Zach and Marcus sneered inwardly.

Tick ~ tick ~ Minutes and seconds ticked by.

Blake gasped heavily, smiled hideously and said to Zack: "Zach, I swear to God, if you don't press that damn button next time, I will make the rest of your life extremely miserable!!

Zack's heart trembled, and he knew that Blake was telling the truth.

He's just a poor student on a scholarship who is lucky, and Black's parents are powerful high-ranking executives, and if they want to deal with him, they really don't need to think too much about it, and they can find a hundred ways to make him worse than dead.

But... But is it really necessary to escape this possibility, possibility, and non-existence at the cost of losing an arm?

Blake could see the struggle in Zach's eyes.

He didn't have much time either.

"Zach, if you press that button, I promise you, my parents will definitely give you a million!!"

Million??!!

Zach's heart struggled even more violently.

There are only five seconds left.

(PS: The author Jun put the medicine code out of this chapter ~ I haven't coded words for a long time, and I found that the speed really can't be retreated, and this chapter has been written for more than two hours /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~)