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Chapter 468 Leather Suit
"I think I've heard of it."

Li Sheng recalled that he had indeed seen first-person strategy videos uploaded by a user named "Oracle" on Feiwang.

The subject matter is quite novel: playing cards with a gigantic alien creature that claims to be an ancient god and has marine characteristics, using one's own blood as chips, with 200cc per round, and the option to raise or call.

Because the card game rules were set by the ancient gods, it combines elements of Texas Hold'em, card battle games, and auto chess.

At first, the Oracle lost more than it won, and at its most dangerous moment, it lost 60% of its health and was on the verge of shock.

But as she figured out the rules and understood the ancient god's cheating method (the table itself was part of the ancient god's body), she quickly turned the tide and won.
Ultimately, the former player, who had been assimilated and possessed by the ancient god, forgotten his own name, and was essentially a victim, was drained of blood and died, allowing him to die in human form.

Judging from the walkthrough video alone, this [Oracle] should also be a puzzle-oriented superhuman—which is a bit strange, since the Oracle is currently paralyzed in both legs, and this kind of system balance adjustment usually occurs on battle-crazed players.

"Let me remove your shackles first."

The Oracle removed the hair clip from his head, pulled out a thin wire from it, fiddled with Li Sheng's shackles for a while, and successfully unlocked them. "Have you seen any teammates in the other cells?"

"No."

Li Sheng rubbed his ankle. "You should have seen the special teleportation scene at the beginning of the mission, right? There should be five other teammates besides us. They've probably been locked up somewhere else."

"Not surprising, this is how the system works."

The Oracle sat in his wheelchair and pushed it out of the cell himself. At the same time, the system notification sounded again.

Phase one mission objectives have been completed.

Phase Two Mission Objective: Locate and kill eight SVIP clients.

[Phase Two Mission Time Limit: 8 hours]

[Mission Reward 1: 1500 experience points, plus 100 experience points for each additional VIP killed]

[Mission Reward 2: 3000 game coins, plus 300 points for each additional VIP killed]

[Quest Reward 3: Large Health Potion *1]

[Mission Reward 4: After defeating 15 VIPs in a single player, randomly select one of the player's items and upgrade it to Epic quality]

[Punishment for failing the second phase mission: Permanently trapped in the scenario world]

Oops.

Li Sheng and the divine oracle both paused, sensing a hint of conspiracy.

Don't be fooled by the many shops in the slums—shops selling potions, gecko gene self-healing injections, and consumable healing scrolls.
But none of these can compare to the life potion produced by the system.

Miniature life potion, eliminates all common diseases, including limb loss, cancer, ALS, and locked-in syndrome.

Medium-sized life potion, literally can heal flesh and bone; as long as the head is still intact, drinking it can regenerate a new body.

Large-scale life potions are close to the conceptual level; they can not only remove all negative effects from the body, but also regenerate from a drop of blood.

Even top-tier players always carry a bottle in their inventory, just in case.

As for reward 4, it goes without saying that epic quality items are always useful.

Such a generous reward also serves as evidence of the perilous nature of this mission.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck."

The oracle covered his forehead, instantly realizing the traps and pitfalls the system had laid in those few short task descriptions.

Li Sheng took a deep breath. "It seems we still have to fight."

In 2024, an "Epstein list" involving hundreds of people was made public. The list included Mei Lianzong, Trump, physicist Stephen Hawking, and famous lawyer Alan Dershowitz (who is also the most admired spiritual idol of a certain Aisin-Gioro Xiang, a legal professional who wishes to remain anonymous).

Prince Andrew of the United Kingdom, Suarez, Michael Jackson, Beyoncé and her husband, Kevin Spacey, Steven Spielberg, Tom Hanks, Quentin Tarantino
It encompasses social celebrities from all walks of life in the United States, including politics, business, law, arts, and sports.

However, it is worth noting that not everyone who goes to the island does so for prostitution and entertainment.

Some celebrities go to the island to give performances and speeches for the powerful and wealthy—like Michael Jackson and Henry Kissinger, yes, that Kissinger. When Epstein bought the island in 98, Kissinger was already 76 years old and probably too old to do so. He probably went to the island to give speeches to the rich and powerful, to indoctrinate them and make them proper successors of capitalism.

Some celebrities come to the island to network with powerful figures and, incidentally, to secure investment for projects—such as certain fund managers, well-known directors, and experts and scholars.

Some celebrities who aren't quite at the top have to sell themselves to climb the ladder—such as certain models, actors, and singers.

Rather than calling Epstein a mere pimp, it's more accurate to describe him as a political and business broker, and an organizer of a dark network.

The powerful and wealthy at the top of the pyramid need an illegal venue that violates public order and good morals to conduct a compliance test on the new elites who want to climb up, and to make them pledge their allegiance.

After exchanging pledges of allegiance and having each other's weaknesses, they are considered one of their own, and only then can they feel at ease discussing truly "big deals."

In a sense, Wang Lin, a qigong master from years ago, was a low-end, down-clocked version of Epstein. Officials, celebrities, and businessmen from all sides need someone like this, someone who's neither entirely above nor below the law, to act as a middleman and facilitate the exchange of interests.

If something goes wrong, they can just kick it aside.

In short, those who can be listed as VIPs are definitely not the small-time models, actors, or singers who still need to sell themselves.

The minimum guarantee is becoming an heir to an old-money family business or a world-class director or star.

The highest level of SVIP membership is reserved for the super-rich and powerful.

Without exception, all of these people have their own fully armed security teams.

“At first glance, the system gave us 8 hours, but the island is full of surveillance cameras, has a helicopter landing pad, and a pier.”

Li Sheng pondered for a moment and said, "Once our assassination plan is exposed, all sorts of powerful figures will flee the island quickly, and may even use satellite phones to summon the Coast Guard or special forces stationed at US military bases overseas."

In other words, we cannot expose them; we must wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

This is also the most difficult part, as there are too many surveillance cameras on the island. With most equipment, items, and skills unusable, two players the size of toddlers will be discovered very quickly, alerting the enemy.

"I have a solution."

The Oracle smoothed his hair, took a scalpel from his backpack, and cut open the security guard's stomach.

The scalpel is undoubtedly a superb piece of equipment. No blood flows from the cut; instead, the internal organs, bones, and fat are easily removed and detached, much like a rag doll.

Even from Li Sheng and Hui Yu's perspective, which is considered to have a rather morbid taste, this scene was rather bizarre.

The oracle hollowed out most of the security guard's body, "digging out" a space large enough to accommodate two young children, one above and one below. It then lay down inside first, "wearing" the security guard's face like a hood.

"That should work."

The oracle spoke, in a deep, guard-like voice, "You try lying down here too."

".OK."

Li Sheng lay down inside the security guard's abdominal cavity. Unexpectedly, the texture was not sticky or hot, but rather cool and breathable—probably a side effect of the scalpel.

“My lower limbs are paralyzed, so you'll need to carry me. I've retained some of the muscles from my security guard suit, so it shouldn't be too tiring.”

As the oracle spoke, he placed his soft, boneless thighs on either side of Li Sheng's neck, and then, like zipping up a zipper, smoothed out the security guard's wounds.

Like novices performing a lion dance for the first time, the two of them wobbled to their feet, holding onto the edge of the bed.

The oracle breathed a sigh of relief. "It's working well. I can see what's outside. How about you?"

"It's okay."

Li Sheng pried open the security guard's belly button, and through the belly button, he could see the outside light.

"Okay, let's go. Security Guard spaceship, launch!"

The divine oracle wrapped the exhumed entrails in a white blanket and also took the blanket from Li Sheng's cell, tucking it under his armpits.

After closing the cell door, the two staggered towards the steps leading to the ground.

(It's been stuck in the review process and won't be released. I'm so frustrated.)
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