Doomsday survival game? I became a boss by picking up trash

Chapter 296

Since we've already saved them all, why can't we save them all?

The remaining players didn't say it aloud; they didn't dare.

But that's exactly what they meant.

"Waiting for someone to come and rescue us."

Song Yu shrugged.

They were just unlucky.

"Are we waiting for Xiao Hei to come?"

One player asked timidly.

Xiao Hei is the one who is closest to Song Yu. Does Xiao Hei have a way to save them?
Song Yu glanced at the player; what an innocent kid.

How could they possibly wait for Xiao Hei? Even if Xiao Hei came, he would only be there to save her, not them.

These people are now waiting for the national team to rescue them.

Song Yu did not reveal his plans and ideas; there might be traitors among these people.

Song Yu found it hard to believe that Bei Yuan and her team had failed so miserably, not even managing to send out a single person.

While individual players on the national team may not be particularly strong, their average skill level is still quite high.

Bei Yuan and the others are all key members of the team; sending someone out to deliver a message shouldn't be difficult for them.

If players can't send gifts, how can ordinary people not be able to send them?

Song Yu didn't believe there wasn't something wrong with the fact that the entire army was wiped out like that.

Whether there are traitors or not, we'll find out soon enough.

Anyway, whoever she wants to send away, no one can stop her.

Song Yu glanced at these people casually, hoping she wouldn't find any traitors among them.

She can do this, but if someone else has to...

Ah.

Song Yu, who applies double standards.

She always likes to think of the worst-case scenario, just in case.

Under Song Yu's gaze, these people didn't dare to say anything and all quietly lowered their heads.

But what they were really thinking, nobody knew.

The players chosen by the mechanical worm virus were overjoyed and wished they could grow wings and fly away right now.

The remaining people's expressions changed drastically after a slow, eerie ringtone sounded in the hospital!

This is the bell that signals mobilization at the mental hospital.

problem occurs.

Everyone turned their attention to Song Yu. Was this the big shot who caused this trouble?

Since all the players from the national team were arrested, that bell has never rung again.

They simply couldn't imagine what kind of patient in a mental hospital could cause such trouble.

It turns out, it really can.

When the players rushed to the central courtyard, they discovered that the person standing in front of the hospital playground was not the usual psychiatrist.

They were a group of mentally ill people.

Seeing the distinctive black and white hospital gowns worn by the patients, the players quietly gathered together and began forming a group.

Those patients were mentally ill patients from the chaotic prison ward.

The special ward of the old capital mental hospital was synonymous with madness, while the chaotic prison ward was synonymous with bloodshed.

If not all of them, at least 80% or 90% of the people there are violent freaks, and people are carried out from there every now and then.

I don't know where all these violent and mentally ill people came from.

I heard that in the past, many antisocial personalities and sadists were sent to this place.

It's hardly a good thing that mental hospitals are controlled by these people.

The patients in the chaotic prison wards are just as bad as the psychiatrists.

Song Yu casually stole a clean, unopened hospital gown, changed into it, and mingled in the crowd to observe the situation ahead.

Chaotic prison ward—you can tell just by looking at the name.

At least the special ward is still a ward, but their area is practically a prison area.

The patients who rushed out of the chaotic prison area had no organization whatsoever. Anyone who could organize a group of violent mental patients was truly a talent.

A disheveled patient in front of them held up a doctor's head, his face full of pride.

"The tyrannical ruler is dead! Why haven't you come to pay your respects to the Emperor yet!"

She spoke loudly to the mental patients below.

The players looked at each other, puzzled. They hadn't been there long and didn't know what was going on.

But kneel down?

Song Yu couldn't do that.

These players can't do it either.

If someone stronger than them were to kneel, that would be one thing, but it's just a mental patient...

"Is she sick?"

One player looked disgusted, thinking, "You're out of your mind."

What era are we living in? Still talking about emperors.

He's also a war god.

"She's just mentally ill."

The player next to him was speechless.

You can't reason with a mentally ill person; they have their own reasons.

"Then let's..."

One player looked around, unsure whether to kneel or not; she was more inclined to follow her heart.

Some of the other patients knelt down, while others did not.

Most of them knelt down.

A kind-hearted mental patient looked at the players and whispered a reminder.

"Kneel down, kneel down. It won't hurt you. Kneeling will only make you suffer less."

“If you don’t like it, then kneel down. It doesn’t count as kneeling.”

The mental patient was a middle-aged woman who looked haggard, but her beautiful appearance was still undeniable.

I heard that her husband brought her in.

There are also many mind-blowing things in ordinary wards.

The victims are their husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, and even distant relatives. A large portion of the patients in the general ward are victims.

Not a mentally ill person.

Song Yu knelt down.

She doesn't care that much about these things.

Seeing Song Yu's behavior, the others followed suit.

The new emperor above was very satisfied and waved his hand.

"Everyone is safe."

"Thank you, Your Majesty——"

Amidst the scattered responses, Song Yu stood up along with the crowd.

The emperor has started distributing official positions again, including ministers, soldiers, and even eunuchs.

Patients or staff members who were unfortunately chosen to be eunuchs were directly killed by the emperor himself.

The screams of pigs being slaughtered were accompanied by the manic laughter of the patients in the chaotic prison ward, amidst a scene of carnage.

The most terrifying thing is that the tools they used were tetanus knives.

The victims were not only the eunuchs, but also the ministers.

Ministers had to write the name of their official position on their faces.

Soldiers too, those with official ranks all had to write it down.

Write with a knife.

It's really hard to say who's worse off.

Song Yu was quite lucky; she was assigned to serve the emperor.

Serving tea to the emperor.

Because she looks rather thin.

When this mentally ill emperor began assigning positions, she quietly changed her appearance to resemble her appearance before she entered the game.

Skinny and not threatening at all.

While being weak meant being easy to bully, in the eyes of this mentally ill emperor, it also meant that she posed no threat to her regime.

One player, who was very tall and strong, was unfortunately identified as a eunuch because of his muscular build.

Song Yu wiped away a tear of bitterness for him. "It's alright, I'll get you some medicine later, you definitely won't die."

Song Yu expressed his sympathy.

The player who was forcibly taken away had a contorted expression. Was this the medicine he needed?!
Of course, some people struggled and resisted.

"Get out of my way!!"

"If you want eunuchs, turn your ancestors for eight generations into eunuchs!"

"go to hell!!"

Some cursed, some wailed, and some slaughtered pigs.

There are also those who force people to dance and then violently beat them up...

The scene was beyond description with just the word "chaos".

The noise was so loud that Song Yu's eardrums hurt, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Regarding this, Song Yu discovered that when they entered the territories of these city-level emotional monsters, the strength of these players would be weakened to some extent.

It's not a reduction in military strength.

Or rather, their senses of these emotions were amplified again.

My physical sensations, such as cold, heat, or noise, become the same as those of ordinary people.

I feel really bad.

A frenzied atmosphere spread across the playground, but Song Yu remained expressionless.

Locking up all these truly mentally ill people is absolutely the right choice.

She glanced in the direction of the special ward, where many hospital staff also resided.

The patient in the chaotic ward only managed to kill the staff in the chaotic ward; he did not kill the staff in the special ward or the general ward.

Given the chaotic state of the prison area, there are probably not many staff members there.

Perhaps today's riot is exactly what those people in the special ward wanted to see.

Humanity experiments and the like.

"You, little stool, fetch me a basin of water to wash my hands."

The emperor, who had just died, pointed at his newly appointed personal attendant, Song Yu, and gave him his orders as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The patients in the chaotic prison ward were basically covered in blood, and this blood was not their own.

"What little stool? She's my sister! What right do you have to order her around?"

Seeing Song Yu being ordered around, a mentally ill man with a buzz cut got angry and rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight the emperor.

Song Yu didn't know what was wrong with this person, so she silently took a few steps back, distancing herself from the incident.

When entering the territory of emotional monsters of this level, Song Yu usually tries to use as little force as possible.

No one knows what might happen if force is used.

Song Yu actually felt quite stifled in the original world.

There are too many restrictions here.

While Song Yu was distracted, the emperor and his sister, who were mentally ill, had already finished their fight.

The older sister's mental illness is the clear winner.

She smiled at Song Yu with a blood-soaked face.

"Don't be afraid, little sister."

She comforted Song Yu.

This is clearly a touching display of sisterly love.

But the next second, she pulled out a knife at Song Yu, coaxing him as she approached.

"Don't be afraid, little sister, don't be scared."

What good things could possibly be locked up in a chaotic prison area?

"I already told you not to be afraid of me!!"

Because of Song Yu's retreating movement, the older sister's mental illness suddenly flared up, and she angrily rushed towards Song Yu!
"I've told you so many times not to be afraid of me, not to be afraid of me, all I want is your face!!"

"Why are you so much prettier than everyone else, even though we're born from the same mother?!"

The woman roared, and Song Yu frowned and kicked her away!

They are all mentally ill.

Song Yu is a bit irritable right now, wondering if the players who left the mental hospital have found the national team yet.

The staff at this mental hospital just don't seem to care.

To catch a thief, first catch the king; if you can't catch the king, catching the minor king is still good.

Let's get Bei Yuan and the others out first.

"My dear minister, you are indeed a loyal subject! Quickly kill that traitorous villain!"

Seeing that Song Yu had subdued his sister's mental illness in one fell swoop, the emperor was overjoyed and shouted that he would appoint Song Yu as the Grand General Protector of the Nation.

This shift in identity is too fast.

However, because of this farce, Song Yu has no intention of staying here any longer.

If she stayed any longer, she felt she would go insane.

Song Yu decided that he should do his part.

The original plan was to wait for the national team to resolve this issue, but now...

Indeed, you still have to rely on yourself.

"Come all over."

Song Yu gestured with his chin towards the players.

At first, some people didn't realize what Song Yu was trying to do, but when a blade burning with vibrant elemental energy appeared in Song Yu's hand...

They immediately realized what was happening.

Everyone was delighted.

This big shot has finally agreed to take action.

"Lead the way to the special ward."

Song Yu's voice sounded flat and emotionless.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone present fell silent for a moment.

Special wards, a nightmare for all those in mental hospitals.

This person actually tried to enter the special ward.

Even the mentally ill in the chaotic prison wards would find it rare for them to regain their senses when they heard these words.

"Boss?"

The players were a little apprehensive about going to the special ward.

However, when they sensed Song Yuping's calm, even disdainful, demeanor, they exchanged a glance, and a surge of strength welled up within them.

With Song Yu standing in front of them, as long as she doesn't betray them, what do they have to be afraid of!

"Yes!"

The player who deserved the loudest voice went first. This expert could even handle the Tower of Legal Rectification in the capital, let alone a small mental hospital!
Since someone has started a group buy, they'll just follow suit!
"So you want to die?"

Song Yu pulled the girl behind him.

It seems that all the resources in the mental hospital are currently focused on the special wards, just watching the show.

She hasn't exercised in a long time either.

Song Yu pressed one hand on his shoulder and spun around twice.

The bones are rusting.

Mental hospitals are full of people with delusions of grandeur, and there are countless people who think they are emperors, gods, superheroes, or saviors.

With Song Yu leading the way, all the mentally ill people suddenly followed!
Even if they are mentally ill, they still have emotions.

Being locked up in a chaotic cell block every day, and being given tranquilizers and even various enhancement drugs, they were filled with resentment.

Of course, there were also those who didn't want to follow Song Yu and wanted to stay and torment the people in the ordinary wards.

Song Yu packed up all of these mentally ill patients and took them away.

The number of patients at the Old Capital Mental Hospital was quite large, with tens of thousands in the chaotic ward alone.

Song Yu exposed everyone in the chaotic prison area.

As for Song Yu in the general ward, she didn't care; those people could do whatever they wanted.

Song Yu walked at the very front, followed by a massive, dark mass of people, creating an impressive spectacle!
She now resembles a mafia boss leading a group of younger women and men into battle.

Everyone followed Song Yu's movements in perfect unison, displaying great momentum!
As if to echo the current atmosphere, the originally gloomy sky began to drizzle.

The rainwater quickly formed small puddles on the ground, which were then trampled and broken up.

Hospital staff in the special prison area couldn't help but sneer at the sight.

"Another one delivered to our doorstep. Hopefully, this one will be tougher."

A psychiatrist wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat stood by the window, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, with an ambiguous smile on his lips.

If Song Yu saw this, he could make him drink it down, glass and all.

I hate this kind of loading!
(End of this chapter)