What about knives?

Where's my knife?

Jason, who was about to observe his surroundings, suddenly realized that the short-handled broad-bladed machete he had been holding in his hand was missing.

Neither in the hands nor around.

In the previous dungeon world, in order to match the 'identity', the short-handled broad-bladed machete had the experience of leaving his side.

But it's not far away.

It's just a brief 'hidden' experience.

Can now?

It's really gone!

The cell in front of him was very simple, except for the chains that bound him and the iron door opposite, there was nothing, and almost everything could be seen 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 by Jason's side.

Not in a cell?

So, what about outside the cell?

Jason thought and slowly stood up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The thick chains rang out in response to the movements.

And just as Jason was about to walk towards the iron door to investigate further, there was a sudden noise from the ceiling.

Quack, quack!

The sound of machinery turning.

A boxy 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 within.

Using the effect of light and shadow, the face of this figure is completely hidden in the darkness, with only a rough outline of the body, and even the outline is blurred.

Zila, zila.

"Welcome to our 'Abuster' Jason."

In the sound of electricity passing through the stereo, a mechanically synthesized sound came out of the television.

Then, there is the sound of 'cheers' and 'applause' as the background.

Even, there was a long whistle or two.

It's like a 'sitcom'.

Jason's face covered in the hockey hockey mask was expressionless, and he stared at the picture on the TV with a cold look in his eyes.

The dark shadow raised his hand and pressed it.

"Alright, alright."

"I also felt everyone's enthusiasm."

"I think our Jason player felt it too."

At this, the dark shadow paused, and then, making a turn, staring at Jason.

"Now, there are still five minutes left before the game starts."

"Jason, do you have anything to say to everyone?"

As the black shadow mechanically synthesized the words, a 4:59 countdown appeared directly above the TV screen.

Jason still didn't speak.

Before he could learn more, Jason chose to remain silent.

The countdown passed 3 seconds.

The Shadow spoke again.

"Tsk, it looks like our Jason is a little nervous!"

When this sentence was spoken, there was another 'laughter' in the background.

The dark shadow didn't stop such a background sound this time.

After a full 4-5 seconds, the shadow continued.

"Let me introduce the rules of this preliminary round."

"We chose the map 'Gerhard Asylum'!"

"Just kidding!"

"We've used that map no less than ten times, so we chose a new one!"

"Where's the cheers?"

"Hurry up!"

As he spoke, the shadow raised his hand and pressed it on the table, and immediately, the sounds of 'cheers' and 'applause' reappeared.

Jason watched the scene.

A thought arose in my heart.

The other party is a nervous person!

At least, judging by the current performance, the other party is a neurotic.

As for whether it is real or performing?

Jason doesn't know for the time being.

He just stood there and watched.

"Jason, do you want to know what the new map is?"

The other party deliberately paused for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'm sorry."

"As one of the 'abusers,' you have no way of knowing this."

"These are the perks that only those who 'escape'."

"After all, they're so weak compared to you."

The voice of the dark shadow was full of teasing, even if it was a mechanical synthesized, it was unmistakable.

'Survivors'?

The opposing camp of the 'abusers'?

The Survivors are weak compared to the strength of the Abusive, but will they be helped?

Jason silently gathered information.

"Although they are numerous, they can only stand up to 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."

"Whoever gets 20 points will be able to win this preliminary round."

"Of course, if the 'Survivors' find that 'green door', they will be able to advance directly."

The dark shadow introduces the rules.

However, such a rule made Jason frown.

Whoever gets 20 points will be able to win this preliminary round?

When he heard this, Jason's first thought was-

Cannibalism!

This so-called 'game' doesn't seem to prohibit cannibalism?

The dark shadow's voice continued.

"The Survivors left this 'base' three hours ago."

"They'll set traps."

"They're going to work together."

"The hunter and the prey, the mutual transformation, in that instant."

"So, I hope that Jason, one of the 'Abusive' players, will be careful, you know, this is your first time participating in the 'game', and as a newcomer, you have attracted a lot of attention because of your past 'achievements'."

"Now!"

"The most important thing I declare—"

"Follow the rules!"

"Now that you've chosen to participate in the 'game'!"

"Then everything needs to be according to the 'rules of the game'!"

"If you want to break the 'rules of the game'?"

The dark shadow lengthened his tone.

And then—

Zila, zila.

The sound of an electric shock was heard on Jason's body.

Even if his physical fitness was more than 5 times that of ordinary people, at this time, Jason was unsteady on his feet and fell to the ground, and in the twitches of inertia, he felt that there seemed to be something more in his heart.

It's releasing electricity constantly.

"Look, that's what happens when you break the 'rules of the game.'"

"An 'electric shock punishment'!"

"It's just low-powered."

"As for the high-powered ones?"

"Trust me, you won't want to know, what is that!"

"Of course, the game is fair, and if you take this 'demo shock', then we will compensate you!"

The voice fell, and there was a noise on the ceiling again.

Quack, quack.

As if it was the friction of gears, a box slowly descended.

The box is wooden, 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 the short-handled broad-bladed machete.

Jason resisted the urge to get his weapon back.

"It's your weapon, haven't you forgotten?"

"Don't worry."

"It's a reward, not a trap."

The dark shadow said mockingly.

And when Jason picked up the short-handled broad-bladed machete, the other party said unconsciously: "After being shocked, the dog will always be so obedient - my expectations for this 'newcomer' have decreased." ”

It seems that this is said to the people around him.

Boos followed.

Naturally, such boos were addressed to Jason.

Jason doesn't care, though.

He examined his weapon.

Intact.

No hands were touched.

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 be irreparable.

"Alright."

"I'm a little disappointed with Jason."

"I don't really want to communicate with you, you don't have the temperament of a 'madman' at all."

"However, as an 'introducer', I still have to complete my own tasks."

"Is there anything you'd like to ask?"

The black shadow looked impatient.

Jason didn't speak, just raised his chained hands.

"Once the game starts, these things ......"

Bang!

Roar, roar!

The black shadow introduced, but before the other party could finish speaking, a dull crashing sound appeared, followed by a roar.

That kind of voice is not at all like an ordinary person can shout, but like a monster.

However, if you listen carefully, there are relatively clear words.

"Kill you!"

"Let me out!"

"Kill you!"

The roar was mixed with similar words.

And, of course, the sound of electric shocks.

However, the sound of electric shocks did not hinder the roar in the slightest.

Conversely, the stronger the electric shock, the stronger the roar.

"Hahaha!"

"Listen!"

"That's what a 'madman' should be."

"Jason, you're a little bit short."

The dark shadow let out a shrill and ugly laugh, and after commenting on Jason, he continued the topic just now.

"When the game starts, you can get out of the leash and the door will open."

"Then, you can go hunt the 'Survivors'."

"However, given your performance just now, I am not optimistic about you."

As the other party spoke, next to the countdown screen, an image similar to a test tube appeared.

At this moment, some liquid appeared in the test tube, and it began to rise slowly from nothing.

The color also changes from colorless to red.

About a quarter of the way later, when the liquid in the tube turned pink, the liquid in the tube stopped, and there was an extra number next to it: 28.

"That's a low score."

"This score dooms you to have no choice."

The Shadow scoffed.

Choose?

The conversation just now decided whether to give the 'abuser' help or not?

Jason's brow furrowed again.

It wasn't because he was surprised by the help given to the 'abuser'.

To his surprise, who exactly gave the 'abuser' score?

Is it a specific number of people?

Or some people?

Or is it ......

All?!

When the latter speculation came up, Jason narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully examining the 'TV' in front of him.

The 10-inch TV is visible at a glance.

There are no obvious cameras.

However, if the guess just made is correct, Jason can be sure that there should be something similar to a camera inside the TV.

Outside of Jason's sight, a man was staring at him and making a lot of remarks.

"This 'abuser' looks a little silly, maybe mute."

"Newcomers, it's always like this."

"Even the 'abuser' can be nervous."

"Nervous?"

"That's the one who dies the fastest."

"Yes, if a newcomer wants to survive, 10 points are essential, this guy called Jason, I'm not optimistic."

"What to do? I've already bet on him! It's half of my net worth! ”

"Ask for more blessings upstairs!"

"Half of your net worth is too much, isn't it? Feel free to bet 100 or 200. ”

"Upstairs local tyrant, my net worth is only 50."

"I bet 100,000 new 'Rage' and failed, can I open champagne?"

"Upstairs really. Local tyrants! ”

"Champagne +1!"

"Against 'Crazy Games!' ”

"Even criminals deserve the dignity of free choice!"

"Upstairs SB!"

"Doesn't that give them dignity?"

……

A barrage of bullets crossed the screen where Jason was, and some of them were sparse.

Then, very quickly, the people closed the current 'room' and chose a different 'room' to watch.

In comparison, the bland Jason.

The 'abusers' in the other rooms are much more attractive.

A tall, ugly-looking, muscular 'abuser' completely ignored the continuous electric shocks and began to bang on the door again and again.

A 'madman' sitting in a wheelchair with a grim smile on his face was gesturing throat cutting in front of the TV screen.

And the most attractive thing is that in the last 'room', the 'abuser' holds the bloody human head and gnaws at it, the other party crouches there, his body curled up, facing the wall, his long hair is scattered, only the sound of gnawing and chewing can be heard, and occasionally when he turns back, his blood-stained face makes the viewers adrenaline rush.

"Is this also a rookie 'abuser'?"

"Looks like he's much stronger than the Jason before!"

"Upstairs, be confident, and get rid of it."

"He's a lot better than that mute."

"I'm optimistic about him!"

"Bullish +1"

"Bet, bet!"

"The rating starts immediately, hurry up and place your bets!"

More barrages appeared here, densely packed, almost completely obscuring this 'furious man'.

On the other party's screen, a rating that was the same as that of Jason before began to appear.

But unlike Jason's slow 'up'.

The rise rate of this person is several times faster!

10、20、30、40！

The numbers keep changing!

Colorless, pink, orange-red, scarlet!

The colors keep deepening!

Soon, the number was over 40!

The liquid in the test tube became like blood.

However, the 'abuser' in the prison was completely unaware, and the other party was still holding the bloody head and gnawing on it.

It seems that all this is indifferent to him.

The countdown on the screen is slowly increasing.

The countdown, which was originally exactly the same as Jason's, began to increase with the emergence of high ratings.

5 minutes.

6 minutes.

7 minutes.

……

When Jason's countdown reaches zero, the countdown of the 3 'rage's has 4 minutes left and the most has 10 minutes left.

Inside Jason's cell.

With the countdown to zero –

Click!

Click, click!

Not only were all the chains on Jason's body opened, but the door was opened.

"Jason, who is not favored, run away."

"This is my advice as an 'introducer' to newcomers like you."

"After all, you're a sweet tooth now!"

"Not only the 'Survivors' will be staring at you, but also the players who are 'Fury'......"

"Who made you the weakest!"

"Hahaha!"

With mocking laughter, Jason walked out of his cell.

Outside the cell is a corridor with no forks.

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 were 4 cells.

Except for his opening, the remaining three doors are closed.

Jason strode towards the exit.

Less than 20 meters away, Jason quickly walked to the gate.

This is a gate consisting of two metal doors.

Jason didn't walk out of the door, but raised his hand and placed it on the two gates, with a slight force.

Squeak...... Bang!

The door is closed.

(End of chapter)