The person is wearing a straw hat, and starts with the power of words!

Even knowing that you would die afterward?

“…Yes.” Ella hesitated for a moment before answering, “Even among the government, only a few high-ranking officials know about the existence of Spades, but you seem to be very familiar with Spades.”

"You may not have heard of my name, but you must have heard of the tenth generation of Spades..."

"The tenth generation..."

"Yes."

After Sima Di admitted it, Ella remained eerily silent for a few seconds. Sima Di could clearly see the changes in Ella's facial expression, from wariness and fear to... surprise and admiration.

Yes, it is worship.

Emperor Sima had seen this expression before, and he had even personally experienced this state of being.

"Lord Red Heart! I've read your criminal records! Each and every one of them... it's simply exhilarating! Lord Red Heart! I'm your fan! The moment I saw you, I knew your abilities were extraordinary! So you are Lord Red Heart! It's only natural that you possess such strength! How laughable that I even tried to hypnotize you just now!"

Ella screamed and struggled to get off the iron thorns, completely ignoring the pain.

Seeing this, Emperor Sima had no choice but to put away the iron thorns, which transformed back into iron shells and landed in his hand.

Ella seemed to have lost the ability to feel pain. Sima Di watched helplessly as blood seeped from her abdomen, staining her clothes red, yet she excitedly ran towards him.

Seeing Ella's fervent enthusiasm, Sima Di was somewhat at a loss.

These guys from Spades seem to have a more thorough brainwashing method 1.0 than Sima Di imagined... What crime chronicle? Sima Di finally knows what those autobiographies behind the portraits are for! But... Sima Di's autobiography isn't finished, so how did they know?

“Lord Redheart! So it was you! If you had revealed your identity earlier, Ella would have answered all my questions without reservation! By the way, what do you want to know? I will answer anything I know, and even if I don't know, I am willing to investigate for you!” Ella stepped forward and tightly grasped Sima Di's hand. “My name is Ella…”

90 Spade Brand

Sima Di broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing Ella's words.

This woman's problem seems to have started before Hag Island. This isn't just yandere anymore; it's clearly pathological.

“Oh, right! Look at my memory! Lord Red Heart wants to open this box, right? I know the password! Among these people, only that old… Mr. Bruce and I know the password here! You are so wise! You spared my life! The password is…” Ella was about to speak when she saw Sima Di had already walked to the computer.

Sima Di first shut down the monitoring system and brought up the management system and password input interface.

Ella was amazed by the Red Heart's smooth and skillful operation. Even though they were in charge of guarding this place, only she and the old man knew how to use this strange machine.

"Lord Redheart! You are a genius!"

Sima Di sighed helplessly, "There's nothing surprising about it. Tell me the password."

"Yes, Lord Heart! The password is..."

Sima Di skillfully typed on the keyboard, inputting a 22-digit password consisting of a mixture of numbers and symbols.

This strange password must take some time to crack, right?

Ding--

After entering the password 14, Sima Di heard a sound, and then saw the box, which was more than ten meters tall, open with a bang like a lotus flower blooming, and a blast of cold air rushed out.

All she could see were rows and rows of narrow-necked bottles, sealed with an unknown purplish-black liquid; roughly speaking, there were at least several thousand bottles.

Just as Sima Di was about to step forward, he turned his head and saw blood spreading from Ella's abdomen, with a small pool of blood where she was standing.

At this rate of blood loss, Ella would be a mute corpse in just a few minutes.

"Um... you should go and treat your wounds first." Sima Di sighed helplessly. "I still have a lot of things to ask you, and you can't die now."

"My Lord Redheart, I'm so grateful for your consideration! I'm so touched! Ella will go right now! Immediately!"

Sima Di watched as Ella rushed towards a small room deep inside the dock; it seemed that room contained a medical kit.

"I never expected such an unexpected bonus... but being idolized by an ogre is never a pleasant thing, no matter what. Besides, the problem now isn't them, but these things in front of us..."

Sima Di took two steps forward, picked up a bottle with her right hand, and examined it closely, but couldn't see anything. After thinking for a moment, she lowered her head and used her teeth to remove the cork and seal the bottle.

It would have been better if he hadn't opened it, because once he did, Sima Di felt a wave of malice wash over him.

Sima Di's face instantly darkened.

"They actually succeeded in developing this thing. I thought all those lab notes were just ideas..."

If Sima Di was not mistaken, these things were what were called "new energy".

Wind energy, solar energy, tidal energy, geothermal energy...

Humans are always able to convert various things into kinetic energy to fulfill their needs.

However, what humanity doesn't realize is that it is itself that generates the greatest kinetic energy.

Human emotions are mostly just vented pointlessly… in other words, people are constantly wasting their feelings. What if we could make use of them?

These are Belial's original words.

When Sima Di first heard it, she thought it was nothing but a pipe dream. But these things were indeed presented to her, leaving her no choice but to believe them.

One of the reasons for the existence of the Death Game (emphasis added) is to test under what circumstances various human emotions are most easily evoked. Among these emotions, negative emotions are the easiest to evoke and the most intense. In Belial's words, they are the ideal material for this new energy source.

The last game held by Sima Di, on the contrary, evoked the greatest positive emotions in the participants.

But the problem is...

She clearly killed Belial with her own hands. And she buried Belial's body herself... at thirteen locations on Spade Isle and Nameless Isle. Unless that guy is a demon, he can't rise from the ground and be resurrected.

So who is the guy who's in charge of the Spade Organization in this world?

Could it be the first generation of spades?

Sima Di speculated.

The first-generation Spade was the most intelligent of all the Spades. When he committed the crime, he even mailed a coded letter to the police station to provoke them. He said that if anyone could crack the code, they could stop his actions in time and save the hostages, and if they were smart enough, they could even catch him themselves.

Unfortunately, reality wasn't on the sidelines of that elementary school student facing death; no one could crack the code. Even after the coded message was published in the newspaper, no one could decipher it.

Even a hundred years later, this mystery has only been solved out of many.

Therefore, given the intelligence of the first generation of Spades, Sima Di believed that he was capable of creating something that shouldn't have been created.

"Since they are able to create this thing, then the completion of that thing is not far away... Once that thing is completed, it means that the world is about to change."

As Sima Di spoke, he put the cork back on and put the bottle back in its original position.

Huh? That's... a designer brand?

Sima Di glanced at the shelves and noticed nameplates on them. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the nameplates were in English.

"Fear."

Sima Di frowned and examined each of the rows of test tube racks.

Ache (pain), Wrath (anger), Sorrow (grief), Despair (despair).

These five styles of narrow-necked bottles account for more than 90% of all narrow-necked bottles.

A small portion of the labels are Envy, Greed, and Sloth.

"Is all this energy born from negative emotions? If you can extract two or three bottles from one person... then how many people are you taking this energy from..." Sima Di's hand holding the bottle trembled. She simply couldn't imagine what kind of hell Spade had created.

Negative emotions are always easier to generate than positive emotions. Among these, "pain" is the easiest to generate, and "fear" is the most contagious emotion.

Sima Di finally found a unique bottle deep at the bottom of the shelf, containing a pink liquid. Compared to the other 500ml narrow-necked bottles, it was just a test tube containing only a few milliliters.

91. Are there permanent pointers?

Sima Di took it out out of curiosity and found an English word on the top of the test tube.

"Happiness."

"Only a few milliliters? How ironic..." Sima Di chuckled, putting the test tube away on his person. "Alright... what should I do with these? Since it's energy, perhaps... what!"

From a modeling perspective, Sima Di could clearly see the presence of two living beings in that small room inside the dock.

One is Ella.

The other one... is a Den Den Mushi (snail phone).

Sima Di had been so focused on these new energy sources that he forgot about the Den Den Mushi, a communication tool, in this world.

While Ella idolizes the hearts, she is also loyal to the spades.

"hateful!"

Sima Di quickly ran to the room and slammed the door open.

At that moment, Ella was holding the phone, looking at Sima Di. There was no apology on her face; instead, she seemed quite pleased.

"Lord Redheart! I have reported your survival to the master! I believe someone will come to pick us up soon!"

"Master? You mean Lucas?"

“That’s right! The phone is still connected, and you can communicate directly with the master!” Ella respectfully handed the Den Den Mushi to Sima Di.

Sima Di had no idea whether he should be angry or find it ridiculous, so he could only take the microphone.

"Hey."

“Hey, Heart. Don’t you want to say something to your senior right now?” Lucas’s voice was deep and hoarse, spoken in an odd tone.

Clearly, Lucas is better suited to speaking English.