Watching the man with the surgical knife who had tortured him explode into a corpse, Mei Jueye felt as refreshed as drinking iced beer in the midsummer heat, and could not help but laugh triumphantly. However, because he laughed too hard, he coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood. Seeing two other Conquerors stand up and point their guns at him, he was already prepared to die. But to his surprise, their heads suddenly exploded.
Mei Jueye was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing again.
"Haha! I knew I wasn’t going to die just yet. The saying goes: disaster can last a millennium. That’s right, I’ll be a disaster!" Mei Jueye was all in. He was crawling back to pick up the spoils of war. He didn’t know who had killed the Indian Asan, but what did it matter? His life had already been saved from the brink of death several times. Being a high school student, he wasn’t afraid to lose it again.
"Dying isn’t that scary. But I want those who have bullied me to pay." For the high school student, his heart was now filled with nothing but revenge.
One minute passed quickly. Mei Jueye had just crawled to the man with the surgical knife and picked up his Magnetic Storm Rifle and backpack when the teleportation began. He could only regretfully watch the equipment of the other two disappear.
"Damn it, just give me ten more seconds!" Seeing his disappearing hands, the high school student was extremely upset. But soon everything went black and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar pale white walls and the black cube placed in the middle of the room.
"Haha, I’ve come back alive!" Mei Jueye hadn’t finished rejoicing yet when he saw a figure rush towards him in his blurred vision and grab his collar.
With a bang, the high school student’s body was slammed hard against the wall, almost gasping for breath. Because he had suffered too many blows, his consciousness began to blur.
With a bang, remembering how this guy opened fire without hesitation at Ai Yixin, Chu Baichuan couldn’t suppress his rage. He hit him hard in the nose with a punch, causing it to collapse and bleed profusely.
The last one to be teleported in, Tang Zheng, happened to see this scene. However, he did not stop it because their team didn’t need a madman. It would be better if he were dead.
Mei Jueye’s mental state was obviously immature, easily influenced by his environment and acted on impulse. However, The Trojan would not give Chu Baichuan the opportunity to kill a newbie.
"Chu Baichuan, if you attack an innocent newbie, you will be executed!" The black cube floated into mid-air, slowly spinning and spat out in a cold voice, "Of course, I look forward to you dying. Leaving behind a pregnant woman, struggling in a brutal game, without her husband to protect her, I wonder what kind of abuse Ai Yixin would receive? Haha, how exciting."
"What innocence! He wanted to kill my wife." Chu Baichuan was outraged and yelled at the Trojan. Read full story at nοvelfire.net
"Then let him kill her. If Ai Yixin dies, I will deduct a thousand points from him as punishment." The Trojan was mocking Chu Baichuan. This logic nearly drove him mad.
"Then you deduct a thousand points from me." Chu Baichuan was about to take action, but was held back by Ai Yixin. She didn’t want her husband to risk it.
"Hmph, murdering in the Trojan Room isn’t as simple as deducting points. If you want to kill, do it in the game." The Trojan wouldn’t show any favoritism towards the high school student.
"Baichuan, there will be plenty of chances to kill in the next game." Dantai also couldn’t stand Mei Jueye, this kind of madman. Unstable factors must be eliminated as soon as possible.
"Toys, congratulations on completing the mission "Journey to the West’s Evil Transformation" and obtaining the True Scripture. Well, now hand it over!" The Trojan completely ignored the several grievously injured survivors. It leisurely went through the steps for clearing the game.
"Stop your nonsense and heal everyone first." Tang Zheng shot out golden Sanskrit words from his forehead, which hit the black cube and disappeared.
"Huh? Fake?" The Trojan’s words made the more timid people feel nervous. Their muscles tensed involuntarily and they looked at him anxiously.
"Stop your sick jokes and hurry up and save them." Tang Zheng had long understood the Trojan’s nature: It just wanted to let everyone enjoy their injuries a little longer. If a few died due to delayed treatment, it would be even more perfect.
"Alright, you’ve seen through me again. This is really not fun." The cube shot out a white beam of light, covering everyone. Within a few seconds, their injuries visibly healed.
Looking at her severed leg growing back, Ruan Feifei cried with joy. The high school student also felt relieved, but in his head, he was already planning how to avoid being hunted down in the next round. He was sure that as soon as he entered the game, they would catch him and deal with him.
"Okay, let’s start the scoring."
"Wait." Lu Fan stopped The Trojan, questioning him, "Uncle gave you an S-grade True Scripture prop, and that’s it? No reward at all?"
"Hmm? You can exchange it for a bottle of the Queen’s Tears." A small bottle reminiscent of perfume appeared out of nowhere and floated in front of Tang Zheng.
Queen’s Tears, Grade A Consumable, can be used five times. After drinking, it removes all negative states and doubles physical strength.
Tang Zheng happily accepted it. If Lu Fan hadn’t asked, he would have questioned as well. The Trojan was such a malicious character, often short-changing the survivors. If you don’t argue, you won’t receive anything.
"Now let’s start scoring!" Images of everyone’s faces appeared on the hexagonal screen, which then started spinning like a wheel of fortune. It finally stopped on Mei Jueye.