Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 118 Pain is the key!

sizzle-

The next second, before Yunze could ask what the other party wanted to do by dismantling the radio.

The radio that had been broken open began to emit bursts of electrical noise, which was as irritating and panic-inducing as if the channel was being adjusted.

"It hurts... it hurts too much..."

“Why didn’t my suffering bring about a miracle?”

A hoarse male voice came from the electric current. Even though the sound was distorted due to problems with the radio itself, one could still hear the other person's heart-wrenching pain.

Yunze felt as if someone was holding his heart and it was difficult for him to breathe.

I was afraid that a ghost floating in the air would pop out of the radio in the next second.

"You, Viego!"

"It hurts all day long!"

"Isold no longer loves you!"

But before the ghost appeared, he saw an abstract image of a psychopath slapping the radio wildly, complaining about the sound just now.

He even saw Wu Wang pull out the antenna of the radio, poke it into the part where the sound was coming from, and stir it randomly.

An evil smile appeared on his face.

This gave Yunze the feeling that he was not a necrophiliac pervert who was stirring the radio with an antenna, but Gargamel who was stirring a pot of soup with a spoon and trying to catch the Smurfs.

Finally, with the fall of Wu.

The man's voice disappeared.

The light source in the basement also disappeared.

"One hundred years... you only need one hundred years of suffering to leave... Stay with us..."

Then a woman's sharp and shrill voice began to echo in the house again. This time it did not come from the radio, but from every corner of the basement.

Yunze even felt someone whispering in his ears in the dark.

The originally empty basement seemed to be crowded with people in an instant.

But, is it really a human?
"Damn it! This copy doesn't allow people to survive!" Yunze's face was grim, alert to any dangers that might arise in the darkness.

Although he knew that he couldn't even fight the evil spirit for a second without any props, equipment or even skills, his vigilant posture with clenched fists still made people feel a little relieved.

Da da da--

Footsteps began to echo in the darkness.

The little peace of mind Yunze had just regained was shattered in an instant.

He gnashed his teeth and shouted towards the place where the sound came from: "Widow! Is that you coming?"

"It's me, kid."

The voice is right next to my ear!

Yunze immediately screamed and punched someone in the ear. Anyone would have a stress reaction in this situation!

Snapped--

His fist was easily blocked by a slap, and the force was so great that it clamped Yunze tightly and he had no way to retract it.

Then Wu Wang's helpless voice came: "Didn't I say it was me? Why are you still hitting me? You just want to hit me, right?"

Only then did Yunze feel that the hand that was holding him did have body temperature.

Although I feel relieved.

But the veins on his forehead became more pronounced.

I really want to beat you to death now!
It's so scary!
"Can you please talk while you're fucking walking? You have to get close to my ear to talk, right? The sound of your footsteps alone is so scary!" He said gritting his teeth.

But Wu Wang suddenly realized, "Oh, so you're asking about footsteps. I mean, I did come here, but those footsteps weren't mine."

Yunze: “!?”

The heart that had just been put at ease was hanging again.

He felt like he was sitting on a broken bungee jumping machine in an amusement park, and he didn't know when it would jump.

The repeated surges of fear made Yunze feel exhausted within just a few minutes.

He even thought that instead of being frightened by the ghost in the basement and the pervert Wu Wang...

Or just die.

Da da da da da da——

The sound of footsteps began to echo throughout the basement, as if pedestrians on the street were rushing in a certain direction.

That direction... is the escalator!
The ghost is coming!
Yunze's face turned pale and he clenched his fists tightly.

There is no doubt now.

My heart finally settled down.

Kaka-

Amid the noisy footsteps, a subtle clicking sound was heard. Yunze, who was so nervous, didn't even notice that the sound came from the door.

The next second, a doubtful voice sounded.

"Aren't you coming out yet? Are you really planning to play hide-and-seek with them in the basement for a hundred years?"

Wu Wang’s voice appeared above his head!
Yunze looked up suddenly.

He suddenly discovered that the door had been opened at some point, and Wu Wang was looking at him helplessly at the door, but he had no intention of reaching out to help.

"Fuck! Bro, you're awesome!"

Yunze was like a sparrow that saw its cage opened, and he jumped out in a flash.

The moment he took a step forward.

Pairs of blood-red hands stretched out from inside the door and swung outside continuously, as if trying to drag back everything they could grab.

Various sounds were also heard.

“Come back… come back!”

"You haven't felt the pain yet!"

"The boring century hasn't passed yet!"

boom--

Yunze grabbed the edge of the door and slammed it shut. The cold sweat on his forehead was almost like washing his face.

Now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He slumped down on the ground and sighed, "Hey buddy, how did you open the door? Was the key in the radio?" This was the only possibility he could think of.

But Wu Wang shook his head and said cheerfully, "There's no key. I just used the antenna and the copper wire inside the radio to pry the lock open."

"..."

What's your real occupation?
The person who turned the entire community upside down with a pack of instant noodles is talking about you!

"That shouldn't be the case. Spiritual Disaster Game shouldn't design a copy where you are bound to die. How should this door be opened under normal circumstances? Do I really have to wait for a hundred years?" Yunze pondered.

"Absolutely not!" Wu Wang retorted.

The next second, he said something that made Yunze's eyes go dark.

"It's so fucking dark down there, how the hell am I supposed to know what day it is?"

Yunze: “…”

No, brother! That's not the point!
creak-

Before he could even grumble, a wooden door next to him suddenly opened, and the dilapidated hinges made a harsh creaking sound.

Yunze immediately took a defensive stance.

Fortunately, two women in modern clothes came out next.

It looks like it should be another player.

The four of them looked at each other.

The other party was also a veteran, and their IDs appeared above their heads - [Jinxiu] and [Tangqianyan].

Their clothes were covered in blood.

It looks like he's had a very dangerous experience.

"you……"

creak-

Another wooden door opened!
This time, a man and a woman came out.

They happened to see the screen showing IDs, and immediately understood and showed their own IDs -

【Poet of Wanquan Department】, 【Poet of Mei Yige】

It was obvious that these were two players who knew each other.

They were both covered in wounds.

The six of them gathered together to discuss what was happening in their respective rooms.

Although everyone comes here to earn [Relics], at least they should be able to leave alive before they can earn them!
Therefore, early cooperation is inevitable.

"Are your doors all opened automatically?" Yunze exclaimed.

Jinxiu and Tangqianyan nodded helplessly.

At first they also thought they were going to die.

Unexpectedly, after the evil ghost caught them, each wound cut by the blade was not deep, but the pain was very intense. The two of them gritted their teeth and held on until the 81st time, when the wooden door opened automatically.

I happened to meet Wu Wang and his friends who had just come out.

The same is true for the two poets.

They were caught by the evil spirit and forced to play skipping rope on the ground covered with thumbtacks. After they jumped a hundred times, the door opened automatically.

The evil spirit also disappeared.

Hearing the miserable experiences of these four people, Yunze looked at Wu Wang with a strange expression.

If this guy hadn't pried the door open, the two of them might have been captured by evil spirits and forced to play some perverted game of self-harm.

No, brother! Why do you look so excited?
"Huh? How come you two aren't hurt?"

"Yeah, how did you open the door?"

At this time, everyone discovered that except for Yunze who was a little dusty and dirty, Wu Wang's clothes were even so clean and tidy that people suspected that he had just walked out of the laundry.

When Yunze was about to say something.

Wu Wang spoke.

"If I'm not mistaken, the key to opening the door is actually some condition, and that is—pain!"

"We both suffered."

"It was nothing but the agony of the soul, the constant torment of being in a dark basement, the tension of each second feeling like an eternity. The intensity of the pain was so intense that it drove people mad. Except for a table, everything down there was horribly destroyed."

Hear his description.

The other four people looked solemn.

Physical torture is still bearable.

The pain in the heart is even more devastating!
I didn’t expect these two to have encountered even worse experiences. They really have the hearts of strong people!

Only Yunze's expression beside him became increasingly strange.

Is this right...isn't this right?
Every sentence does fit, but why does it feel so strange when I say it?

It seems that I am the only one who has suffered the torture of being startled and the torment of every second feeling like an eternity, and it is basically all caused by you!

What does it mean that everything else is destroyed horribly? It sounds like we are venting our destructive desire out of mental pain.

The only thing left besides the table was a radio, wasn't it? And you took it apart yourself!

"Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Faced with Wu Wang's innocent and pitiful eyes and the admiration of his teammates around him, Yunze was in tears.

"No problem, brother. Whatever you say is what it is."

"Okay, let's consider another question now - are they also playing Ace Amour?" Wu Wang nodded solemnly.

"What are they? Where did they come from?"

Under the puzzled gaze of everyone.

Wu Wang stretched out his finger and pointed at the top of his head.

Everyone looked up in confusion.

I was shocked to find three bloody people hanging on the high ceiling!

The strangest thing is that these three bloody men, whose skin seemed to be torn off, were staring at the players below with their mouths wide open.