Editor: Elanor
Warning: The chapter is a bit disturbing.
The group of people continued to retreat into the interior of the repair shop. At this moment, a voice said, “What is this?”
Xia Tian turned his head. Eric’s firing shot a moment ago was so powerful that it made a mess of the hall. The energy wave penetrated a piece of plastic panel, exposing the back part.
There were blue and white lights shining behind the wall, and several Upper City style floating screens could be faintly seen suspended there, constantly flickering, resembling a laboratory.
The group of people didn’t even need to signal one another, and immediately retreated in that direction.
Doug couldn’t walk, so Feng Shan supported him and followed behind.
They rushed into the large crumbling hole that had been revealed in the wall. Behind them was the sound of monsters rustling, but when they reached the door, the monsters didn’t follow them in.
The hidden room was brightly lit. It used to be a repair hall that was more than 200 square meters. It was randomly separated by a plastic sheet in the middle. Old-style parts that were previously scattered could be seen everywhere, but what was different was that there were data screens floating around the corners.
The air reeked with the odor of decaying flesh. In the corner, there were a few fixed hospital gurneys. The gurneys were empty and the unlocked chains could be seen. The sheets were stained with blood, pus, and dirt of unknown origin. The metal tray next to them held old-fashioned scalpels. It looked like a high-tech torture chamber.
The group of people silently assessed the style of the oncoming plot in their minds. This place had been carefully transformed and had a horror movie-like twisted atmosphere.
Next to him, Doug used his teeth to tear open a packaging bag, took out a painkiller syringe and stabbed himself in the leg, and finally relaxed a bit.
Xia Tian counted the remaining weapons. There were not many weapons left, and all explosives had already been used up. A mish-mash of different energy guns added up to less than seven, and if they encountered the mutant creatures, it would be like fighting using a toothpick, barely making any scratch.. There were three muskets, but they couldn’t help much in this type of combat. There were plenty of knives, but they were of no use at the moment.
At this moment, a faint groan came from behind the plastic sheet, as if someone was in great pain.
Without a second thought, Xia Tian went over with his gun.
Sometimes one could hardly imagine what a Killing Show contestant would encounter in a show.
People in the Lower City couldn’t see the pay-per-view episodes of the Killing Show. They could only see the occasional video highlights, or a few old clips.
For the Lower City, the Upper City’s shows painted a bloody and gorgeous scene, where even the blood shed at the time of death seemed golden.
But in the actual experience, it was not the case at all. The blood shed here was dirtier and more disgusting than in the Lower City.
There were a dozen large hospital beds side by side in front of Xia Tian, and each had a person chained to it.
The one closest to him seemed dead at first glance. He must have been a handsome young man when he was alive, but now everything below his knees were gone. His wounds hadn’t undergone any treatment. It was hard to imagine how these wounds had been caused—it was almost as if it had been… chewed off bit by bit.
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He was naked, and his hands were tied to the bed by rusty iron chains. He must have struggled fiercely since there were deep struggle marks embedded into his skin.
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The young man had lay here on the bed, watching his lower limbs being bitten off by the monster when he was still alive.
At this moment, Xia Tian realized that the other party was still alive. His eyes were empty as he looked at the ceiling. This twisted violence had torn him apart, leaving him with no other choice but to lie there with a blank mind, unable to react to anything.
Xia Tian walked over, shot the chain on his wrist and shot the mutant creature in the cage dead in the process. The man’s eyes moved slightly and turned to him.
Xia Tian roughly ripped off several detectors attached to his head, and found that some were deeply embedded into his skull, and connected to an instrument.
He took them out carefully, then took off his jacket and put it on the other person.
Several other people walked in and stared at the scene in front of them for a few seconds. Xia Tian heard gasps and curses, and Wen Feng quietly vomited.
Then the stars turned around and silently went to unlock the locks on the few others, and someone blew up the cameras.
Two rows of gurneys were placed in the large room, with similar situations on each of them. Everyone had instruments connected to their heads. This thing didn’t just drill into their skulls, but seemed to go deep into their brains.
Most of the people were dead, and some were delirious to the point they were as good as dead. It was difficult to imagine the kind of torture they had been subjected to when they were alive. Some people’s hands and feet were all gone.
Wen Feng was still throwing up. Xia Tian didn’t want to vomit. He felt something like a flame surging in his body, making his fingertips tremble, and he held the handle of the gun tightly. But his movements were still very calm, and he scanned the room as if nothing had happened.
The stars in the Upper City cleared the mutant creatures in the cage. Xia Tian felt a slight tugging against his arm.
He looked down at the person on the gurney. A little sparkle of cognisance was gathered in the person’s eyes. He looked at him with a helpless and eager expression, and said, “When…when will it be over?”
“In three to four hours…” Xia Tian replied.
Before he finished speaking, the man burst into tears. Even as he cried, he made no sound. He was trying to control himself from crying out loud. He stubbornly clutched at the jacket on his body with one hand, as if he could ward off something.
Xia Tian looked at him but did not speak. There was nothing to say at this time.
Those who could live upto the present in the Killing Show weren’t vulnerable and unknown people, but everything they experienced here was to tear them apart and make them break down in front of the camera.
Feng Shan asked in a low, hoarse voice, “What had happened here?”
The man sobbed for a long time, like a delirious child stuck in a bad nightmare, but then he spoke up. The Killing Show players who had survived to this day knew that they couldn’t afford to break down for too long.
“This place is…an Easter Egg,” he said, “He said he was…a technician from the Upper City, who came here to collect data. He said that the people here were all rubbish, that he would show us who dared to rebel…what it meant to suffer and what it’s like to have a real tyrant master…”
After the others finished checking out the situation in the room, they walked up next to him. Xia Tian turned his head to look, and Bai Jingan shook his head gloomily at him and made a gesture.
Only one person was still alive.
“He said…” continued this sole survivor, his lips trembling too much to go on, “he said he wanted to collect the brain’s data under extreme conditions.”
Wen Feng said dryly, “If you can get out alive, the medical department can still…”
The young man didn’t speak. There was hopeless silence around him, and his own voice also slowly lowered.
Bai Jingan turned around to check the floating screens, which were full of monitoring data. Xia Tian walked over to study. Looking at the code, the details from here should be gathered in a data center.
Bai Jingan skillfully operated the virtual keyboard and entered commands in rapid succession. His expression was icy cold in the dim light of the screen, as he absorbed the data shown on the screen. He asked, “He could control mutant creatures?”
“Yes, there is a control center,” the survivor said, laughing nervously, “It’s like ruling a fucking monster empire!”
Xia Tian looked at the program and said, “Since it’s real-time data transfer, the data center shouldn’t be too far away.”
“But we can’t locate it like this,” Bai Jingan said.
“It must be very close.”
The pair of comrades who were known for their tacit understanding in the Killing Show suddenly stopped talking, and exchanged a few hand gestures. The movements were quick, and their expressions were focused, interspersed with some private code words that no one knew about.
This was also normal. Although it was a solo show, the teammates in the main game liked to get together, and others couldn’t get in at all.
Doug glanced at them. Xia Tian and Bai Jingan exchanged gestures seriously. Before one party could complete a gesture, the other party could already understand its meaning, and respond quickly, with amazing efficiency.
The survivor on the bed continued, “You guys…can’t help. This ‘torture chamber’ easter egg is a place to torture people for others to see… He was really imaginative. I dare say what he did here made those perverts outside satisfied as hell.”
At this moment, Bai Jingan and Xia Tian ended their exchanges. The tactical planner turned around and continued to study the code, and Xia Tian circled the room again. It was full of tragic experiments and tortures, finely crafted in every way. It seemed the planning team had spent a lot of brain power thinking this up.
“We can’t get out from here, but he can let those monsters in at any time.” Doug was in the back analyzing the situation. “This is a ‘torture chamber’ easter egg, we can only stall for time—”
Xia Tian saw a camera hidden in a corner that hadn’t been disposed of yet, so he walked over, raised his head, and showed a bright smile at it.
Then he opened his hands and made a gesture of “I’m right here, you come over”.
He was not wearing a jacket, and a black short-sleeved T-shirt molded onto his body, outlining the powerful lines of his waist.
Doug saw this scene when he turned his head. He quickly raised his hand and shot the camera, while shouting at Bai Jingan, “Can you tell him not to attract bees and butterflies for at least a minute?!”
“That’s how he is,” Bai Jingan said.
At this moment, a low roar came from behind the plastic sheet, which sounded like a white worm was entering the room.
Doug turned his head to look and said, “The pervert was immediately ruffled by him!”
The mutant creature that had not dared to enter the laboratory just now crawled over without any hesitation.
Xia Tian grabbed an empty gurney and blocked it in front. Lin Dong wanted to shoot, but Xia Tian stretched out his hand to block it, waiting for the thing to get closer.
Meanwhile, behind him, Bai Jingan found a data cable and connected the camera detector to the server in the Upper City. This was the Lower City modeling. There was a mish-mash of connected devices and he was particularly familiar with this.
After that, Bai Jingan leaned down and quickly worked on the pop-up interface.
Behind him, Xia Tian shot and killed a monster that rushed in front of him. The light of the gunfire flashed, faintly illuminating the twisted soft-bodied creature on the ground. In just ten seconds, the situation became extremely dangerous.
“Your ability to attract monsters is superb!” Doug said.
Bai Jingan stared at the floating screen in front of him, while skillfully typing on the virtual keyboard. Then he picked up the detector and adjusted the knob on it. The two technologies of different eras had been chaotically yet effectively combined in the Lower City.
He stared at it for a while, then raised his hand and pointed to the upper right.
Doug didn’t see his movements, but Xia Tian did. He had been paying attention to Bai Jingan.
“Keep an eye on things,” he said to Doug.
Then Xia Tian threw away the gun and turned his head to get the seventh anniversary nostalgic commemorative model of the Awakener in the bag. It was a gun used for assassination. Until now, this show had ignored historical facts and just turned the tragic District N Riot into a feast for advertisers.
Doug yelled in the back, “You caused all of this, where are you going?!”
Xia Tian adjusted the energy power of the seventh anniversary commemorative model of the Awakener to the maximum, grabbed the heat-resistant tape on the table, and wrapped two strips around the handle of the gun. The energy storage bar soon began to flash, issuing a warning that the barrel was overheating, but the alloy material of the “commemorative edition” far exceeded the functional needs of the gun, so the high temperature did not matter.
He will make it show its full capacity in his hands.
After all, what the Killing Show did was to study different monsters and weapons, and to know all the strange and bizarre uses of those things from dangerous to everyday things.
Xia Tian’s hand was placed on the trigger, the barrel of the gun was getting hotter and hotter, and the warning light of the energy storage bar was flashing intensely. His face was expressionless, and his right hand was stable, without a trace of tremor.
He counted to five in his heart, then raised his hand and blasted in the direction Bai Jingan had pointed.
The alloy bullet rushed toward the wall with a power that was nearly ten times more than the highest figure, generating air friction, and leaving a long trail of flames.
This simply looked like a strike from a rocket launcher. There was a huge explosion, which forcibly blasted a gap in the reinforced wall, and the alloy wall inside was faintly visible.
Xia Tian threw away the now useless gun and picked up another one.
This was Swift Eagle 20H-3, which was also a gun for assassination and close combat. The handle was also inlaid with diamonds, and the alloy was as expensive as the gun.
Xia Tian wrapped the tape twice again, then jammed the boost button. He watched the barrel constantly pop-up with warnings of overheating and imminent explosion. The mandatory safety function was not popular in guns recently.
This time he counted to seven, and one second before it exploded, he blasted again at the place where he had just previously fired, at the same piece of metal where the heat hadn’t receded yet.
The entire wall and ceiling caved in. The corners of the alloy got overheated and glowed with crimson gold, and the reinforced plastic panels burned with small fires like a hole leading to the depths of hell.
Xia Tian threw away the second gun that was now useless, and picked up the third.
Ohoho~ I can’t wait to see where the hole he’s making is headed, I feel like another fun blood bath is to come (〃▽〃)
Thank you for the chapter!
This novel does a great job of stirring up my hatred for these kinds of perverts. Like this is not my first “kill people so other people can have entertainment!” novel, but the idea that it was based off of “true” event and the glorification of said event… tbh I’m still gonna read it and the translator + editors are doing a great job but I don’t think I’ll ever get over the idea of the glorification of basically mass murder