Rhodes Island does not exist.

But the doctor wouldn't pay attention to those things.

Until the threat before him completely subsides, he will only repeat the same attack motions over and over again.

"Whoosh-"

However, the strange arm would not sit idly by. As the doctor raised his hand for the third attack, it immediately made a counterattack, swinging a horizontal sweep at the doctor to the side.

In the cramped environment of an elevator, such a sweeping attack is almost impossible to dodge, and the speed of that arm's attack clearly doesn't intend to give the doctor any time to react.

"cough!"

And so the strange object struck.

Although the strange arm was thin and bony, it possessed extraordinary strength.

Faced with sufficient power, these angular, slender arms become deadly weapons on the battlefield—like the maces of medieval paladins.

"boom!"

Having taken the sweeping blow of the hammer, the doctor was slammed against the elevator wall by the force of the impact, causing the entire elevator car to shake violently.

He felt that his ribs were probably broken.

Although he couldn't say exactly how many bones had broken, the intense pain emanating from his chest told him that the number was probably not small.

However, he kept the pickaxe in his hand, and even the impact did not make him give it up.

Because losing your weapon means you've lost.

"Whoosh-"

The monster clearly understood the principle of "pressing the enemy to their death," and while the Doctor was being slammed against the wall and unable to catch his breath due to the excruciating pain in his chest, it immediately launched another attack, intending to crush the Doctor to death in the abyss, so that he would never be able to get up again.

The doctor was well aware that if he were to be attacked again in this state, he would undoubtedly die.

Therefore, no matter what, he must avoid this injury.

"Boom!"

The strength in his lower limbs was suddenly drained, and the doctor fell down the wall and collapsed to the ground, brushing past the arm that had passed over his head.

The hard arm slammed against the metal wall of the elevator, causing it to shake violently.

This made the doctor suddenly a little worried that the elevator would be damaged by the strange creature before he could defeat it.

However, this worry only lingered in the doctor's mind for a moment.

After all, what he needs to care about more than such worries is the current situation.

"Well then, it's my turn!"

Reinforce his strength into his lower limbs, the doctor endured the agonizing pain in his chest as he stood up. He then raised the pickaxe he had been gripping tightly and swung it down again at the base of the arm.

His thinking is very clear.

When facing such an enemy, you only need to keep attacking the same part of it.

If you disperse your attack area, it will not be of any benefit to you.

After all, the opponent only needs two simple sweeps or slaps to completely knock him out of his skin, but if he wants to defeat the opponent, he must continuously inflict damage until he is stripped away from the entrance of the elevator.

Aim at the root, then swing the weapon. That's all the doctor needs to do.

"Boom!"

Golden sparks once again scattered and flew in all directions along with the dark black tissue fluid.

Along with this attack, intense pain also surged through its body, just as it had inflicted on the doctor, and it began to writhe wildly once more.

But not enough.

As long as it can still move and feel pain, it means it is still healthy, in good condition, and has the ability to fight back.

The doctor knew in his heart that he had to make sure that the monster could no longer feel pain.

-

Thank you segment.

Thank you for the monthly pass.

Thanks for the blade.

Thanks to Yueyue for the sudden, unexpected help!

Chapter 50, Section 50: Mining Work During a High-Speed ​​Fall

The piercing scraping sound penetrated the elevator car's walls, which were of unknown thickness, and entered the room, as if dozens of workers were grinding a grinding wheel right next to the doctor's ear.

He felt as if he could even see through the bulkhead and into the outside world, where sparks were flying everywhere.

"This thing!"

"Boom!"

The tip of the pickaxe struck the base of the strange arm with a slippery sound.

"how!"

The doctor braced his right foot against the wall, simultaneously pulling out the strangely embedded pickaxe with both hands, and then swung it down in the same spot again.

"Boom!"

This time, it's the sound effect of a cleaver chopping bones.

The strange arm lost its ability to resist under the continuous invasive attacks and could only let the doctor continue to carve.

In fighting games, this is called post-hit stun.

Attacking again while the hit is still in effect creates a combo, or a series of attacks.

However, the doctor's simple pickaxe strikes were too rudimentary from a combo perspective, resembling more of an infinite combo performed by bugged characters.

“So hard!”

"Boom!"

The third time, the doctor swung his pickaxe.

The strange arm hung limply, its withered fingers dangling on the ground, drawing wordless blood letters. Even the knee-jerk reflex could no longer lift it up.

The doctor broke its bones.

"Hahaha……"

"squeak--"

The heavy breathing from strenuous exercise and the screeching of the elevator plummeting out of control echoed each other against a backdrop of black liquid splattered everywhere.

"Dang Cang."

The pickaxe, now out of its control, slid freely from the base of the arm and lay flat on the ground.

The tip of the pickaxe remained sharp, as if it had never been used for anything that could have caused it to wear down.

That makes sense, considering that this pickaxe was a gift from the former Doctor to the current Doctor, so if it were really going to be worn down by this kind of behavior, it would have been broken beyond repair long ago.

"call."

The doctor's body slid down the wall like a pickaxe, collapsing onto the filthy ground that seemed to be covered in mud, and he let out a long sigh.

The sound of the elevator falling and scraping was, to him, the lullaby his mother sang to him before he went to sleep at night.

Having survived this surprise attack, he was too exhausted to care about anything else.

If the elevator malfunctions and the result is a crash, then let it crash. If the elevator malfunctions and the result is no harm done, then just sit there. Because for him, either outcome is rest.

The only difference is the length of these two rest periods.

However, the elevator crashed?

Where else could Rhodes Island's elevator possibly crash to? To the bottom floor?

What's it like at the bottom of Rhodes Island?

No, no, no, that's not right, I'm thinking wrong.

The lowest floor this elevator can reach is the third floor. Even if it crashes, it will only fall to the third floor. There is no such thing as a ground floor.

But thinking about it that way, it really does seem a bit strange.

The doctor closed his eyes and listened to the friction sounds around him, a number of ideas surging through his mind.

Where exactly are the top and bottom layers of Rhodes Island? Or do they even exist?

The doctor suddenly realized that both of these things were related to whether he could escape this hellish place, and were worth thinking about, so his brain gradually started working again.

The top floor—according to common sense, refers to a place like a rooftop. And a rooftop is obviously connected to the sky.

The sky is the outside world.

and many more.

outside world?

The professor suddenly remembered the platform on the fifteenth floor that was enveloped by the blizzard. Although the massive blizzard blocked all views outward, since it was affected by the weather, it meant that it must be connected to the outside world.

No, that's not right.

The PhD student then denied his own claims.

In Rhodes Island, you can't judge things by common sense. Even if there is a weather factor, it doesn't prove that there is a connection between the island and the outside world.

What's more, there's something else troubling him.

When exactly did I go to the fifteenth floor? And why did I go there?

The memory was as clear as a mirror, but some important details were obscured by a fog, making him wonder if there was something wrong with his brain.

In any case, let's write down the information from the fifteenth floor first; it might come in handy later.

Then there's the bottom layer. Regarding the bottom layer of Rhodes Island, the Doctor believes—

"squeak"

A strong feeling of weightlessness.

It felt like a roller coaster spinning at high speed suddenly slamming on the brakes.

Sharp noise.

It's as if you're dozing off in class when your homeroom teacher suddenly scratches a white line vertically down the blackboard with her meticulously manicured long fingernails.

Then, the elevator stopped.

It used all its strength to stop in the elevator shaft at the last moment before crashing.

It was as if everything that had just happened was simply part of its normal descent process.

No, perhaps there is no "as if" at all. This elevator's descent process is exactly like this.

"Ding."

A warm and friendly notification tone sounded the instant the green indicator light turned on.

The number "3" is displayed on the screen.

The strange branches extending from the elevator wall hung limply, and the black liquid seeping from their broken roots was flung everywhere by the elevator's sudden stop.

As for the pickaxe—thankfully, it's in the doctor's hands.

"If I manage to get back alive this time, will I have to go through this journey again next time I come back?"

The doctor couldn't help but ask himself a profound question about the elevator in front of him.

"Om..."

The ancient gate slowly slid open to both sides in front of the doctor.

Electrical sparks crackled and popped.

A gray-white corridor unfolded before him.

But the corridors here are different from the corridors on the fourth and tenth floors that I had seen before.

To give an analogy, the corridor between the fourth and tenth floors looks like a hospital ward or apartment corridor, while this corridor looks like a chemical plant or research institute.

Although he had never been to these places, common sense told him so, and he took it for granted.