Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The most eye-catching feature is the iron headband on top, which is exactly the same as the one Liu Zheng saw in the movie.

He looked at the chair, then at the red ghost.

No matter what this guy says, it's still an electric chair.

"He was indeed an electric chair."

Red Ghost admitted it.

"Ah."

Liu Zheng had an expression that said, "Sure enough, there are treacherous subjects trying to harm me."

"However, it is also a generator."

Red Ghost continued.

"How to send it?"

"See those buttons?"

Red Ghost points to the table in front of the chair, which has three buttons.

Liu Zheng recognizes this thing.

Generally speaking, electrocution is carried out by three or more people.

Each of them controls a button, and then they press them simultaneously after the countdown ends; only one of them will connect to the electrode.

It is said that this was done to relieve the executioner of his psychological burden, so that he would not be sure whether he had actually killed someone.

When Liu Zheng first heard about it, he thought it was a completely pointless and pointless exercise.

Later, as I worked longer and learned more about history, I realized that this approach wasn't entirely without merit.

After all, in the era when electrocution was invented, the criminal laws of various countries were quite wild, or there were no criminal laws at all.

Those who carry out executions are not necessarily cold-blooded butchers; they may simply be working people forced into this situation.

"The one on the left is pain, the one in the middle is pleasure, and the one on the right is fear."

"When I press a certain button, the memory corresponding to that emotion will reappear in your mind."

"The more intense the emotions generated, the more electricity is generated."

Red Ghost explained.

"What does that have to do with human flesh?"

"The more electricity generated, the more 'flesh' is consumed."

Red Ghost said.

So, what about the law of conservation of energy here?

How do I know it won't become an empty shell?

Liu Zheng raised questions.

"The generator has a very high conversion rate; it's impossible for a normal person to consume that much 'flesh'."

"I can't trust you."

He said it bluntly.

In this bizarre world, he doesn't believe there are truly good people.

No matter how friendly the Red Ghost appeared, Liu Zheng would not entrust his life to it.

"Would adding these be sufficient?"

Red Ghost waved his hand, and several cans flew out from the corner of the storage room, hovering in front of Liu Zheng.

Name: Expired Individual Emergency Rations

Type: Item

Quality: Inferior

Effect 1: Automatically used after becoming an 'empty shell' to make up for moderate deficiencies.

Effect 2: Guaranteed to inflict the 'Poisoned' status; effects can stack.

"Note: When a soldier learned that the punishment for retreating was to eat only a month's worth of individual rations, he launched a heroic and fearless attack on the opposing armored division."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

Liu Zheng looked at the second result and hesitated.

You will definitely get the "poisoned" status, and it will stack.

If it's a neurotoxin, he might not be able to withstand it.

"If you don't want to help, I won't force you, but then you won't be able to leave the sewer."

Red Ghost said.

"The sewers can't keep malfunctioning forever."

"But you don't have time to wait for its anger to subside. Right, Bloody Restaurant deliveryman?"

Red Ghost said calmly.

"you're right."

Liu Zheng shrugged and walked to the electric chair to sit down.

The iron hoop automatically descended and settled on his bald head.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

he asked proactively.

There's no need for that. I've said I won't force you.

Red Ghost said.

"You're actually a pretty nice person."

Liu Zheng sneered.

"I think so too. Which one should we press?"

Red Ghost asked.

"whatever."

He didn't know which type of memory he had more of.

"Then let's try having fun first."

Red Ghost pressed the middle button.

Liu Zheng's eyes widened immediately.

Past memories kept surfacing before his eyes, even memories from when he was two or three years old were brought up.

"So I was a bad kid all along."

Liu Zheng was somewhat smug.

In my memory, he spread his legs and peed all over the face of the person holding him up.

Liu Zheng didn't know who that person was, but he knew he was very happy.

The memory quickly returned to the most recent time, when he wrote down his wishes on the betting agreement.

"Okay."

The voice of the red ghost rang out, and Liu Zheng woke up from his hallucination.

"You have too little happiness; it doesn't even last an hour."

Red Ghost shook its head.

"I'm really sorry."

He said it nonchalantly.

It's a bit of a stretch to expect him, a mule-riding tribesman suffering from a terminal illness, to be happy.

"Try the pain again."

Red Ghost was about to press the button on the left.

"I think you should try fear instead."

Liu Zheng suggested.

His life wasn't particularly joyful, but it wasn't exactly painful either.

After all, with food, drink, and work, there are many ways to find enjoyment.

More often than not, he was simply numb.

As for fear, I've experienced quite a bit since entering this world.

It was just that Liu Zheng's survival instinct forced him to suppress it.

"also."

Red Phantom readily accepts good advice.

The button representing fear was slowly pressed.

In an instant, all of Liu Zheng's thoughts were cleared.

He had nothing before his eyes, and nothing in his heart.

Only in my ears could I hear that timeless gospel.

"Yay! Shub Nicholas!"

"That black goat that has given birth to countless offspring!"

This time, Liu Zheng finally understood the meaning of those voices.

He experienced ultimate joy as his non-human part.

As for the human aspect, fear has transcended fear itself.

A violent flash of light instantly illuminated the storage room, and the powerful current heated the iron hoops until they glowed red-hot.

All the individual emergency rations opened automatically, and chunks of semi-rotten meat eagerly shoved into Liu Zheng's mouth.

"Expired individual emergency rations have been used."

'Gained the 'poisoned' status.'

System notifications kept ringing out, entering his mind through the gospel.

But Liu Zheng was unable to respond.

His body was changing rapidly, and all the human-like features were being reshaped.

"So you've heard the gospel."

Things took an unexpected turn for the better.

Its situation is special, and its perspective is different from that of other inhabitants of this world.

However, it also has a unique solution for this situation.

Red Ghost raised its hands, and a matching red rifle appeared in its grasp.

"Ula!"

Red Ghost shouted the charge and pulled the trigger at Liu Zheng.

Countless bullets rained down on him, riddling him with holes.

The wound was quickly repaired, but the process of bodily reconstruction was slowed down as a result.

But slowing down is not stopping; Liu Zheng is still steadily transforming into the form He desires.

"God is dead, so you should all die too."

Seeing this, Red Ghost said coldly.