Editor: Elanor
Under the bombardment, a small half of the floor of the reinforced room upstairs on the right collapsed..
Through the fire and smoke, Xia Tian could make out that there were cages and gurneys spread throughout that room as well. In the explosion, some miniature terminals fell to the floor below, and the persistently flashing light illuminated the dense smoke and dust like ghosts.
He eyeballed the edge of the damaged floor. The mysterious Easter Egg Boss was standing amidst the collapse and ruins, looking down condescendingly at them from above. He was dressed in a very stylish way, a new style that was currently popular in the Upper City.
Throwing away the now useless gun by his feet, Xia Tian picked up the fourth one.
At the same time, Bai Jingan who was behind him finished off a wave of mimic worm. He didn’t even look at the Boss above. He threw away the detector and picked up the largest caliber musket.
He stepped over the remnants of the wall and walked forward. He swept a glance across the structure of the room, raised his hand and fired three shots in quick succession at another load-bearing wall.
Even though the repair shop was in shambles, Bai Jingan had a deep familiarity with this place. Without even looking at the surroundings, he turned the musket around and backhandedly shot at another load-bearing wall.
When he did these things, his face was without expression, cold and sharp, as if it was covered with a layer of ice.
Then he stopped shooting, listened for a second, then turned back.
Having experienced such continuous explosions, the entire building was already quite fragile. On the roof behind him, the building board slowly cracked a seam.
Then the seam got bigger and bigger, making a “creaking” sound, and the entire roof started trembling.
A few seconds later, with a “boom”, the floor of the mysterious room above collapsed completely. The Boss who was looking at them felt a loud vibration under his feet before he fell from above to the ground. The building board shattered, and smoke and flames surged wildly.
Bai Jingan retreated to a safe location and coldly watched the scene of destruction in front of him.
Xia Tian had already stood in a location that was not affected by the destruction. Holding the fourth gun, he stared at the instrument that fell from the upper floor.
Then he saw it at a glance.
Because…that thing was very conspicuous.
Their important target was the same as the controller of the final round in “Confined District 7“. It had a streamlined shape like a crescent moon, and flashed with a starry blue light. It looked elegant and mysterious amidst this scene of a large garbage heap. One could see at a glance that it was a boss-level item. It was one of the all-pervasive advertisements in the Killing Show.
Xia Tian raised his hand and fired. The energy beam grazed Bai Jingan’s shoulder and swept past, and hit the controller.
The controller exploded in the air, and turned into countless shards of flashing blue light.
And at the moment he hit the controller, all the monsters came to a standstill.
The players in the Killing Show were not surprised, as they all knew what it was. This was what happened when the terminal console that operated the monsters in the Upper City monster games was destroyed. When there was no power to control the terminal, the monsters would stop moving, and remain stationary just like a toy without power.
The studios in the Upper City had thoroughly studied monster fighting. In order to prevent indiscriminate attack of monsters in case the instrument failed, they would first destroy their main nervous system and replace it with a control core to save some autonomous functions.
Bai Jingan swept a glance across the scene of stillness. The light shone on his gray shirt, making him look very provocative, but he wore it with a cold, murderous air.
He knew what would happen.
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Xia Tian had been staring ahead.
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Xia Tian held the gun tightly and stared ahead. Things were not right. He was pretty sure the bastard had fallen down with a bunch of instruments, gurneys, and bodies, but the explosion was very loud, and there was so much smoke and dust rising up everywhere that he couldn’t see anything clearly—
Then he saw him.
The man was tall, well-proportioned, well-shaped and physically fit. He stood like an overlord under the assault of gunfire. The flames and smoke parted around him, almost resembling a supernatural scene.
He stared fixedly at Xia Tian, with a smile on his face. Xia Tian found himself remembering this smiling expression, it was the expression of a man who took everything for granted.
A group of Killing Show players stared dumbfounded at this illogical scene. They were still firing, but all the firearms, whether they were physical bullets or energy guns, scattered like clouds in front of the man, turning into streams of fire or blue energy.
It was quite a beautiful scene.
“What’s that?!” Doug asked.
“A personal energy defense field?” Wen Feng said.
“Is there actually such a thing in the world? Isn’t it a made-up thing in the movies?”
“It’s a conceptual technology, I had no idea it had already been developed—”
“There was no such thing in the Zone N Massacre!”
“But it’s not Zone N Massacre,” Eric said from behind, “This is a ‘Torture Chamber’ Easter Egg, and the Boss is invincible.”
The man stood amidst the smoke, looking at the group of overwhelmed Killing Show contestants with a smile.
Xia Tian stared unwaveringly at him.
They were separated from each other in the battlefield by a little distance, which was full of damage left by the energy impact, scattered pieces of charred and burning debris, and the corpses of monsters and people.
At such a close distance, Xia Tian could clearly see the other party’s face: a gaunt, arrogant, well-groomed face, and even in this mess, not even a single hair on his head was messed up.
On the sofa at the dinner banquet after the third round, he had viewed Xia Tian exactly this way, cocky and proud, as if everything was in his pocket.
After just a few seconds of stare-down, the next battle immediately began.
Behind him, Eric suddenly grabbed a can of engine oil and threw it over. Xia Tian hit it with a shot and flames bursted across the battlefield, blocking the man’s face for a moment.
Several other people also reacted and fired in the direction of the defensive field.
They had to shoot. Although it mostly wouldn’t work, if they stopped, monsters would come over. All of them could see the Killing Show high-level limited edition large-caliber energy gun at his waist, and even if it was just a small caliber musket, they couldn’t possibly deal with such an enemy.
Although his skills were extremely terrible, he was still able to stand upright in front of them in the midst of gunfire and explosions.
He was weak, yet invincible, making this confrontation tragic and pathetically one-sided.
After looking at him for a few seconds, Xia Tian grabbed half a fuel can from the garbage heap and fished a bottle of high-strength cleaning agent from the side.
The other people kept shooting, and at the same time turned their heads to watch his movements. Xia Tian gathered a bunch of things together, after which he pulled the energy gun in Doug’s hand and removed the semi-full magazine.
Doug said, “What are you doing? Don’t you know what that is?!”
“We can’t take down the defensive force field, we can only stall for time…” said Wen Feng.
Xia Tian had a somber face and didn’t say a word. Bai Jingan looked at him for a while, adjusted the boost function of the “Swift Eagle” 20S energy gun in his hand to the maximum, and handed it to him.
The sound of gunshots and explosions rang all around them, but the crowd was depressed and silent. At this moment, everyone understood the old saying: Is there any other way around?
Eric silently stepped forward and handed the familiar triple-use energy gun to Xia Tian. It was stained with blood, and his hands were also covered with blood—his wound had split open again.
Feng Shan also silently handed his gun, and Wen Feng actually contributed a bomb that didn’t have a fuze. Xia Tian didn’t know where it came from.
The whole process was quick, calm, and silent. Within a few seconds, the group of people gathered all the items that could explode with great efficiency. The heat-resistant tape was gone. Xia Tian ripped off the leather hair band tying his hair and tied the pile of things together.
He grabbed the pile and threw it at the guy and his small energy field.
At the same time, he raised his hand and hit it with a shot.
Before the Boss of the Torture Chamber had time to speak, the pile of miscellaneous items found from the Hellfire Repair Shop arrived in front of his eyes and exploded violently.
The different types of explosives came together and the extremely hot blue flames swept across the room. The shockwave burst outwards violently, interspersed with a large number of sharp broken pieces.
The group of Killing Show players dived down and hid under a table—they had quickly prepared a cover in seconds. The explosion swept through the entire space in an instant, releasing highly combustible materials that were eager to burn and crush everything in their path.
The whole space was scorching as hell, and the moment the wind swept by, Xia Tian stood up, bracing himself against the table.
With a gun in hand, he walked through the burning repair shop without hesitation. A fragment slashed across his right shoulder, but he ignored it. He only looked for the figure in the fire.
The Honey Pavilion bastard had fallen to the ground, with the defense field around him still operating. He was not impacted, he had only been startled by the explosion.
Xia Tian could see the overload of flames swimming around him, making a sizzling sound, and the force field was threatening to shatter at any moment.
His face finally turned pale and he looked at the small defensive device on his chest in disbelief. When he saw Xia Tian coming through the flames, he uncertainly took a couple of steps back, and his hands bumped into the spare parts, making a sharp screeching sound.
Xia Tian saw himself reflected in the other party’s eyes. His hair was scattered, flames were burning in his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be on fire.
He raised his hand and shot at the bastard.
Only a .32 caliber musket was left, and the remaining defensive force field blocked the bullet. The bullet turned into flames and dispersed two feet away from him.
Xia Tian didn’t stop and kept shooting over and over again. This time the bullet rushed into the defensive net, but missed his head and brushed his shoulder.
Blood seeped out, and the Boss of the Torture Chamber just looked at it blankly, as if he didn’t feel anything. He had probably taken drugs before; his eyes were confused and crazy.
The defensive net made a crackling noise to indicate the overload. He eyeballed Xia Tian and suddenly said, “I had always wanted to meet you directly in the show. You look really…”
Xia Tian fired another shot and this time it went through his lower abdomen.
The person on the other side didn’t even look at it, as if he still didn’t understand what was going on. Xia Tian was quite certain now that the other party was overdosed with drugs and didn’t feel any pain at all.
This was the most unreasonable part of the Upper City: It was full of meaningless madness everywhere. Even death was meaningless; it was just a flash of information on the holographic screen.
The last bit of blue light from the defense net disappeared, but the “tyrant” in the Upper City Easter Egg turned a blind eye to the explosion and crisis. He still looked at Xia Tian and said to him, “I’ve always wondered what the real you would look like when you cried—”
Xia Tian pulled the trigger toward his head.
He was very sure that this shot would make him and his confusion and stupidity disappear from the world forever.
Xia Tian had been sure of many things in his life, and none of them had turned out well. For example, he was pretty sure he would live through the Massacre with Lil’ Xu and live happily ever after.
Later, he learned that he should not be too optimistic; the chance of disappointment was too great.
But at that moment, he was really sure that he could kill this person. He had done everything and he should not fail.
There was no reasonable explanation for what happened after that. A white monster that was lying on the ground and had lost its volition suddenly rolled over and lunged swiftly towards Xia Tian.
His hearing was a little distorted from the previous explosion, so he didn’t hear the sound behind him. But the moment it pounced, he felt some faint anxiety, it was almost a pure sixth sense. He jerked to the left and the thing grazed past his shoulder in a flash. Xia Tian fired two shots at its head.
The creature struggled to get up. Xia Tian was sure it would be finished off with another shot, but he couldn’t pull the trigger anymore.
At that moment, he realized that he had been injured. It was not too serious. The worm’s pincers had slashed through the right side of his neck, but the speed at which the toxins spread in the blood was alarming.
He started to sway. He tried to grab the gun, but it slipped out of his hand and fell onto the messy battlefield.
He heard the sound of gunfire behind him — there was no decent gun left anymore. He also heard the whispering of mimic worm, and Doug’s distant shout, “Why—”
“I don’t know. The console is ruined, all games end with this!” Wen Feng said.
Xia Tian didn’t hear Bai Jingan’s voice. Everything became very distant.
He recalled the properties of humanoid white worms. They had a strong paralytic toxin on their mouth pincers, similar to spiders.
However, it was more like a relaxant than a high-intensity paralysis. The people they devoured during the Zone N Massacre had always been conscious to their very last breath.
He had actually been poisoned by this kind of toxin. In a dark room, they looked like ghosts.
At that time, Lil’ Xu had pulled him out.
At that time, if you could escape, then you truly escaped.
Behind him, Wen Feng still cried out in disbelief, “But regardless of whether it is game, film or strategy, all battles should have ended at this point of time!”
Xia Tian swayed again, he could no longer stand steady and knelt on one knee.
Around him, the mutant creatures became active. Their movements were orderly, as if there was an invisible hand manipulating them from behind. As if the console had never been destroyed, they attacked the invaders but not the tyrant who had come to teach the rebels in the Lower City.
In his peripheral vision, Xia Tian saw the “tyrant” leisurely applying a high-strength medical bandage on his body. He then leisurely walked towards him, and said smilingly, “The plan was good, but do you know where it went wrong?”
Xia Tian didn’t look at him, and quickly calculated the time it would take for him to regain his mobility. He knew the process—he could escape fast enough, it was just squeezing by, it wouldn’t take long.
“You think it was me who’s trying to deal with you. No, it’s not me,” the man said, “it’s the show that’s trying to fuck you over. You can’t win, because you are the kind of person who gets tied to the fire stake in the village. People pay money to gather in the square just to see you in pain when you are burned to death.”
He knelt down in front of Xia Tian, picked a lock of his hair, and said, “So, what shall we do next?”
NO IT WAS GOING SO WELL I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT
Thank you for the chapter!
Well, what we should do next is let BJG kill you 🙂
Ty for the chapter ❤️
Go experiment on yourself!!!!!