Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

"Do you think I'm joking? This is our only chance."

Locke's expression was serious, his eyes full of earnestness.

"Do it, kill me, that's the only way to unleash my superpowers."

Upon hearing this, the butcher finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he still dared not make a move, because Locke was their only chance, which forced him to treat the situation with utmost care.

What if this bastard is imprisoned and really doesn't want to live anymore, or he just did something stupid? If he dies, wouldn't I and Hughie explode?

Just then, the sounds outside the door suddenly stopped, and were replaced by a metallic, twisting sound coming from the inside out.

Locke unconsciously recalled his last escape, the bald man with telekinetic abilities in the crowd, and realized that his time was running out.

After all, while a 1.5-meter-thick hydraulic alloy door sounds secure, it actually only serves to delay things.

If they hadn't used up their stored sevoflurane before and hadn't had time to replenish it today, they would have been wiped out long ago.

All of Walter and Cypher's preparations were based on the premise of trapping Locke. They never expected that someone would break into the prison, which left them without sufficient means to intercept him.

Previously, Locke transformed by biting his tongue to commit suicide, but that method was extremely painful and resulted in a very slow death.

Because suicide by biting one's tongue doesn't actually involve severing the tongue; rather, it involves the part of the tongue blocking the trachea, causing suffocation.

Given the current situation, it would be better for the butcher to give me a quick death, or at least I could have an easier time.

But the more things got to this point, the less eager the butcher became to take risks. He glanced at Hugh, and Locke instantly understood what the bastard was up to.

He wanted to buy himself some time so that Hugh would have a chance to teleport away and escape.

After all, it had taken them a lot of effort just to open Locke's helmet, so there was no way they could help Locke escape. In addition, they didn't trust Locke, so it was better to try to let Hugh escape.

As long as he escapes a certain range, escapes the chaotic magnetic field of Elmira, Hugh might be able to teleport long distances, and he will definitely be able to escape.

The problem is that this would completely deprive Locke of his chance to escape, and he would never allow that possibility.

"William Butcher! You killed your brother! You kept saying Becca was the person you loved most, but you couldn't even protect her! And you even raised her and Homelander's bastard child, you're a jinx! No one who's associated with you has a good life, even Hugh will be dragged to his grave by you! What good are you, you piece of trash, besides venting your hatred!"

"What the hell did you say???"

Enraged by Locke's words, the butcher's eyes flashed with golden light as he stared intently at Locke.

"Am I wrong? Now that you're dead, Homelander will find everyone around you, grind them to dust, and then let his bastard child return to his side, becoming a second Homelander, and you..."

"Can't do anything!!!"

The telekinetic energy continued to tighten and compress, and the powerful magnetic field caused the sealed room to spin wildly. The light source flickered wildly, and the intermittent brightness revealed an ominous sense of death.

The chains vibrated violently under the pull of the magnetic field, the clanging of the chains piercingly loud, each swaying sounding like a countdown.

The overwhelming sense of suffocation pushed Hugh to the brink of losing control every second. The shadow of death, accompanied by a sharp, confrontational roar, caused the string of reason in Hugh's heart to snap.

"Pfft!"

The cracking sound of bones breaking was ear-piercing. The butcher's pupils contracted sharply as Hugh, with all his might, punched Locke in the face, smashing his skull open. Blood, flesh, and bone fragments sprayed all over his face and body.

He only woke up with a start when he stiffly raised his hand, which was covered in sticky filth.

His lips trembled, and he managed to squeeze out a single sound:

"F...Fuck."

The next second, a strong gust of wind blew through, tearing open the heavy alloy door and revealing a bald man bleeding from all seven orifices, as well as a malevolent Viking.

"OMG Fuck!"

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Meanwhile, Locke, who had returned to his dream, suddenly woke up, quickly opened the system panel, and prepared to return to reality immediately.

[Extreme situation detected]

[In accordance with the Host Protection Regulations, we are providing you with an emergency role card.]

Please select the appropriate character card from the following characters.

Eric Lancher

【Masked Spirit Mother】

Metatron/Enoch

Upon seeing these three people, Locke knew he had almost no choice, since he didn't know either of the latter two and could only choose Old Man.

Just as he was praying that his ten popularity points would last a few more seconds so he could have a chance to escape, he was surprised to find that there were other people in his dream besides himself.

A child, a person dressed in cloth who looks like they're from the Middle Ages, and a modern person in everyday clothes—three completely different people who feel familiar to each other—sauntered into my dream.

Locke felt like his head was about to explode. He had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on and prepared to test the waters:

"You...you guys?"

Before he could finish speaking, the medieval scoundrel opposite him eagerly reached out his hand, his resentful eyes like those of an abandoned young widow, as if he wanted to melt him in an instant.

"Stop talking nonsense, you've been wasting your popularity points, haven't you! Give them to me!!!"

The moment their bodies touched, they trembled and realized everything.

Then, the expressions of the two men instantly turned strange. After learning about the tragic experience of the black-robed Locke, Locke from the pirate world's original intention to confront him vanished without a trace, leaving only a deep sense of depression.

"Uh... bro, it's all over now."

"I never expected this. Transmigrating together and having a system are supposed to be two happy things, so why am I not happy at all...?"

"After all, who knows, this thing is soul-bound, and our souls, in this clump and that clump, just happen to dismantle the system."

No wonder the system that's been with me for twenty years is having problems. It turns out the system gibberish is because the system itself has a problem; it's a miracle it even runs.

However, since their souls are the same person, and due to a bug in the system, they are now considered to be under the same host, so everyone's popularity score is shared.

Using the emergency character card also requires consuming a minimum amount of popularity points, which led to Black Robe Locke, who used the emergency function continuously in the first half of the year, successfully causing all Lockes to owe a huge sum of money.

Thinking that Black Robe Locke was still on his way to escape from prison, Pirate Locke didn't say much. He patted him on the shoulder and incidentally helped him exploit a bug.

[Popularity value changed]

[-2569→100]

System repair complete.

Basic functions have been unlocked.

"?"

"Don't just stand there, go on."

One Piece's Rock gave a thumbs-up to his other self and said:

"We want to see rivers of blood."

Upon seeing this, Locke in the black robe was overwhelmed with emotion, and tears streamed down his face. He had waited so long, and finally, it had happened.

[Emergency Personnel Card Selected]

Eric Lancher

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After a fierce battle, Hugh was caught off guard and captured by the experienced Vikings. The butcher, fearing for his life, had no choice but to surrender. The Vikings smashed his hands with a hammer and stomped him to the ground.

One of Walter's henchmen spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, shook his head, and said with a sneer:

"You two idiots, you risked your lives just to kill that unlucky guy?"

At this moment, the butcher didn't want to say anything more. He clearly realized that his intuition had killed the two of them.

In an instant, regret filled his heart. Locke's words were like knives, constantly stabbing into his heart.

If only I had known... I would have gone with Breast Milk and the others to find the weapon that killed the soldier boy. He thought he could break into Vought's most heavily guarded superpower prison with just Temporary Number Five. That was just a pipe dream.

Just as he was feeling regretful, he heard an untimely metallic twisting sound, exactly like the sound of the bald man with telekinesis twisting the door earlier.

However, this sound was much smoother, as if the bald man had been slicing rusty black bread on a narrow path, while this sound was like cutting butter on a hot plate.

"Wattfa...!"

As the Vikings' voices, a mixture of shock and fear, filled the air, the Butcher felt a lightness on the back of his head, followed by the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

When he looked up, he saw all the superpowered guards pinned to the wall, their bodies torn to shreds by the alloy imprisonment that held them firmly in place. Their eyes still held an undisguised shock.

"You really are a complete and utter piece of trash, Billy."

When the butcher turned around, he didn't see a humanoid figure imprisoned in an alloy armor, but instead a Caucasian man in a strange uniform.

"But you're lucky, today is the happiest day of my life, so I've decided not to hold it against you."

After saying this, the mysterious man opened his arms, embracing the whole world like God.

Subsequently, the magnetic field of the entire region began to be controlled by an invisible hand, becoming a powerful weapon in his hands.

The drastic distortion of the magnetic field is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating uncontrollable ripples in the ecosystem within a radius of 10,000 meters. Animals that rely on the Earth's magnetic field for navigation and environmental perception are instantly affected by this "unnatural force," falling into collective anxiety and chaos.

In the air, sparrows and egrets crashed out of control, their feathers and blood splattering everywhere.

On the ground, ants scattered and tore at each other, while field mice and rabbits scurried and crashed about, oblivious to life and death.

In the forest, deer charged wildly, and squirrels fell and gnawed at tree bark.

In the water, fish and shrimp leap out to devour each other, while loaches and frogs crawl ashore, parched and convulsing.

Bees swarm in clouds, dragonflies hang frozen and fall, bats emerge from their burrows at midday to bask in the sun, and owls swoop down without warning.

Just as people were getting panicked by these strange phenomena, the Elmira Adult Rehabilitation Center suddenly rose from the ground and hovered in mid-air, startling the crowd on the ground into screaming.

The massive building collapsed in an instant, and countless researchers and security personnel fell with screams, crashing to the ground like raindrops, turning into pools of flesh as they landed.

The bewildered superpowered prisoners stood on the floating metal plates, their gazes involuntarily drawn to the man standing like a god in the center of the sky.

At this moment, Butcher and Hugh finally understood why Walter had spent so much money on this project called "Hope".

Locke, enjoying his newfound freedom, was filled with a myriad of thoughts, but in the end, they all boiled down to one sentence.

"Starting today, let Walter feel the pain."