In light of the remarks made by the head nurse just now, the atmosphere in the dining room grew heavier.
After witnessing the Thriller Trainee dormitory incident and the horror scene last night, there was a newcomer obviously tottering on the edge to a mental breakdown.
When the nurse announced the schedule for the day, he suddenly dashed up and roared at them.
“Someone died last night! Do you guys have any damn conscience as medical staff?!”
His eyes flashed with undisguised anger. “As if I have a fucking mental illness; from how I look at it, it’s you guys that have something wrong with your heads!”
“This is an asylum. Sickness, old age, death: all of these couldn’t be more prevalent than in a place like this.”
There was a sardonic smile on the head nurse’s pale face. “How about you tell me? How can you prove that you aren’t mentally ill?”
Mental illness was a terribly grey area.
People who couldn’t escape the death penalty could rely on it for exemption from punishment, yet innocent people could be sent behind bars for it.
No reason was needed. Simply claiming that ‘he’s mentally ill’ was sufficient.
As for the way to prove that you weren’t mentally ill—
Mentally ill patients would never self-profess that they were mentally ill.
There was no way to prove it. In other words, this was asking to achieve an impossible proof.
Chills ran all over his body. His mouth was pursed, and he couldn’t get a word out at all.
Just when everyone thought he wouldn’t say a thing, he suddenly screamed, rushing out of the dining room as if crazed. He didn’t look back and he submerged into the darkness of the stairwell.
“Bring him back.”
The head nurse waved to the nurses, ordering without a turn of her head.
After they left the restaurant, the others then recovered from the previously oppressive atmosphere.
Beyond the people in the dining room, even the bullet chat in the live broadcast room was bustling with discussion.
After a period of time, Zong Jiu’s live broadcast room had stabilised at around a thousand viewers. Although it couldn’t compare to the millions of viewers camping in the rooms of powerful figures without them having to do a thing, it was particularly promising for a newcomer to attract this much attention.
[Look, this is a sign. Something is sure to happen tonight.]
[Indeed. Survive for three days. The first day was to weed out the noobs; the second and third days are the real highlights.]
[A passerby who sneaked over from the live broadcast room next door said that the main task of the one-man show in the next venue is also to survive for three days. Although there aren’t any mole identity cards and chance tasks over there, almost half the trainees have died… With the Holy Son, the survival rate should be much higher here.]
[The system’s really toxic. This is only the first instance in Thriller Trainee! With the level of difficulty set so high, aren’t they afraid they’d traumatise the newcomers?]
[Replying to upstairs. Just think about how many people stood in the studio during the preliminary evaluation… With so many people, the system probably can’t be bothered to wait for the newcomers to grow up. Why not just put a difficult instance straight away as a knockout round to filter out the remaining people?]
Panic spread soundlessly.
In this circumstance, as the collectively elected leader, it was necessary to step up as a leader and inject a booster into everyone.
It was obvious that this wasn’t Messiah’s first time experiencing such a situation.
The golden-haired Holy Son set down his cutlery. He stood up at the table. “Everyone, please remain calm.”
The eyes of everyone in the restaurant chased towards him. The commotion died down.
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Messiah gave a reassuring smile. “Please rest assured. I will do my best to keep everyone safe.”
If this statement was said by anyone else, it wouldn’t really have much effect if at all. But since it came from the Holy Son, it took on a different meaning.
After being indoctrinated with popular science from the veterans last night, the newcomers also gained a deeper understanding of No. 7.
The reason that the Holy Son was able to amass his unanimous level of prestige and following was not only because of his compassionate and charitable nature. More of it was due to his strength.
Messiah was not his full name. More accurately, his full name should be ‘Messiah Mu Bei’.
In Western religion, the Messiah meant ‘God’s chosen one’ and was also a religious title.
Anyone who had been anointed as a monarch or a priest and was established as a monarch or as a sacrifice could have the name Messiah added to his name. For example, the famous Messiah Joshua, Messiah Judas, etc.
Messiah once received an identity card as the high priest of ancient Israel in an S-rank horror instance that used the Bible as its blueprint. After accepting the anointing ceremony, he became the substitute for God presiding over the human world in that copy, crowned with the prefix of Messiah.
After successfully clearing that near insurmountable instance and gaining an astonishing A-rank evaluation, what remained was not only the hair colour of the Messiah, but also a staff he received as the high priest of Israel, which he had gained after entering the Most Holy Place on the tenth day of the seventh month of the Jewish calendar and accurately saying God’s true name.
In the Book of Exodus, it was recorded that the prophet Moses and the prophet Aaron each had a staff.
Moses’ staff was used to judge and do God’s will, and was also used during the famous parting of the Red Sea. Moses’ brother, Aaron, had a staff deposited in the Ark of the Covenant, a sacred relic of the Jews.
And what Messiah got from that instance was a replica of Aaron’s rod.
Although the prop didn’t have the same bug-like resurrection ability as the original Aaron’s rod, it had an outstanding healing ability. At the same time, due to the glow and aura of life that came with the staff, it was simply miraculous in supernatural instances.
In other words, Messiah was the equivalent of a walking healer.
In this universe, a healer was the last person anyone would wish to provoke! What the infinite loop lacked most was a healer, not to mention a healer with a dispel effect.
Of all the high-level teams in the infinite loop, the Holy Templars under Messiah had the lowest casualty rate and received tens of thousands of applications every year when recruiting.
So, after this morale boost, the newcomers who were finally aware of the might of Messiah settled down again, and looked at the golden-haired Holy Son with increasing fervour.
Let alone Messiah, He Jianlan and the others weren’t surprised in the least to see such a scene.
[Sure enough, having the Holy Son in an instance really sets people’s minds at ease!]
[Carrying a healer by your side is great. This ability is really the national treasure of national treasures, more so than a psychic.]
The bullet chat sighed deeply.
[The newcomers in this instance are so fortunate.]
“It’s already seven-fifty. There are ten minutes to go; we best make a move on first.”
Even though the dining room clock indicated that it was early in the morning, the corridors of the asylum were as gloomy as before.
The crowd filed out, and the people in line were tense as they headed for the locked iron door at the southern end of the ground floor.
It wasn’t a long walk. But apprehension filled all their hearts.
Sheng Yu walked at the very end, accompanied by He Jianlan, who was responsible for asking him in detail about what happened last night.
Possibly because he was frightened by the tragedy that befell the guy in glasses, the complexion of the high school student was evidently not very good, and dark eye circles hung down to his cheeks.
Only when he saw the white-haired young man turn his head back towards him, did a small smile of reassurance spread across Sheng Yu’s wilted face.
He Jianlan’s eyes immediately narrowed warily. “You know each other?”
Sheng Yu replied without any vigilance, “Yeah. That’s my Jiu-ge.”
Zong Jiu knocked out a series of ‘…’ in his mind. He stopped paying attention to what was going on behind.
At present, he was the only one who was alienated amongst the chain of command that Messiah had put forth.
The veterans on the command floor looked down on his E-rank, feeling that he wasn’t worthy of sitting on the same level as them.
Those who weren’t able to join the command floor were even more malicious towards him, believing that they were better than an E-rank and wanted to usurp his place in the command hierarchy.
As for the remaining newcomers, it was even more obvious. They all had the same rank, so why did Zong Jiu manage to get into their exclusive group? Not only had he managed to squeeze in, but he also managed to leech onto the Holy Son. At a time like this when lives were at stake, there was not one newcomer without envy in their eyes.
Now that he was trench-deep in this dangerous situation, it was very likely that he would be reduced to cannon fodder that everyone detested, not to mention the way He Jianlan menacingly watched his every step.
For example, after washing up this morning, when Zong Jiu went into the other wards to search for clues, he had furtively followed behind as well, working hard to find evidence of him being a mole.
Zong Jiu felt none of this was any fault of his. He clearly hadn’t done anything yet he was subject to the hostility of a B-rank. What was even more hateful was that this guy, He Jianlan, had a good following in the group. So, along with him came a few other trainees also looking at him with thick contempt, one of whom was practically salivating with envy.
However, to an extent, this fell in line with what Zong Jiu hoped for.
There were advantages to working as a team, but there were naturally disadvantages as well. Zong Jiu had followed the team and had essentially gotten the clues that he had wanted, so if nothing happened next, he wouldn’t lose anything if he bailed.
As a matter of fact, right after he had this idea, the head nurse handed over a pillow.
From the perspective of others, Zhuge An had an astute mind and was someone who toed the grey area of morality. He never played with any organisation, so the possibility of him being a mole was unprecedentedly large.
But for Zong Jiu, Zhuge An was the first person in the entire mental asylum whom he could rule out suspicion of being a mole.
And this, he had the novel to thank.
The novel was written in a multiple point-of-view style. When the author wrote about the character settings for identity cards, they just so happened to change the viewpoint to Zhuge An’s.
Therefore, Zong Jiu knew that what Zhuge An had gotten was just an ordinary identity card, incapable of harming a fly.
Who would have thought, right? Zhuge An, the one who looked the most like a mole, would actually turn out to be completely innocent!
As he thought this, at the head of the group, Messiah finally reached that iron door.
The door was still locked and not a peep could be heard from inside.
The golden-haired Holy Son looked over at the B-rank psychic to his left, who immediately closed his eyes. A moment later, he opened his eyes again and nodded, giving an affirmative answer.
Messiah’s brows relaxed. “Knock on the door, then. It’s safe.”
Qin Ye stepped forward and was about to knock on the door when the door suddenly creaked loudly.
The heavy iron door opened automatically from the inside.
Qin Ye had a quick reaction speed, almost immediately retreating a step when the iron door moved outside expectations and taking on a defensive stance.
He was not the only one. The veterans standing up front all did likewise.
There was not a soul in sight behind the door. There wasn’t any sort of horrific scene that they had imagined there to be.
It was a very ancient-looking, many-year-old operating theatre.
The reason why it was so easy to judge that this was an operating theatre was that it contained an old wooden operating table. The bright oil lamp above it was the only source of light in the theatre. Tweezers, arterial forceps, scalpels, and dirty cotton balls rested on the tray on the armrest.
Although the scene wasn’t horrific, this operating theatre could easily send chills down their spines.
Because, the crude surgical instruments on the tray clearly showed signs of use, and were covered with blackened bloodstains. In the trash bin, there was an unidentified, crimson red mixture of objects.
Aside from the operating table, an old electric chair with restraint straps was set up in a corner of the theatre, its side plugged full of wires.
A rickety bronze-framed cabinet stood against the wall. Something was placed behind the dirty, dark-brown glass. A newcomer stared at it, and was close to screaming. He found out that it was a shrivelled head.
“It looks like a dried corpse that had been embalmed,” Messiah said.
Zong Jiu stared at the head with interest for a moment longer, then realised something suspicious.
The head had obviously sat there for a long time, the entirety of it a dull yellowish-brown colour.
Yet, those eyes. Not only were they very fresh, but he could also see greenish-grey blood if he looked up close.
These were eyes that had just been gouged out. Even the most fragile parts of the tissue were perfectly intact; the technique was nothing less than perfect.
Who would even stuff a living eye into a dead eye socket?
Zong Jiu’s eyes narrowed. He glanced behind him at the newcomer whose legs were trembling in fear, and very considerately withheld the truth.
In general, he wasn’t emotionally volatile and thus took it well, so well that he even had the mood to survey the other specimens placed on the display case.
All the items on the display case were, without exception, pretty much of the same nature, be it various types of strange human organs, or human heads of various shapes and sizes.
This Dr. Chu of the mental asylum wasn’t a collector of human bodies, was he?
Just as this thought surfaced in Zong Jiu’s mind, the newcomers suddenly shrieked.
“AHHH! It moved, it just moved!”
“Right there. That specimen. Its eyes moved!”
The veterans who were studying this operating theatre frowned, taking it as nothing.
Just now, the psychic had already made sure that there wasn’t anything beyond the ordinary behind the door. Even if there really was anything, the psychic would surely have an awareness of it from this close of a distance.
On the contrary, it was another newcomer who spoke up impatiently. “Where’s the movement? We’re all panicking, but you’re still making exaggerated remarks…”
He stopped abruptly mid-sentence.
The black pupils in that head suddenly vanished, revealing the deathly white of the eyes, staring straight at him.
The newcomer sat his butt down to the ground in shock.
It was clearly quite the horrifying sight, but the veterans didn’t have the time to care.
Their ardent gazes were fixed elsewhere.
On the other side of the operating table, a sudden halo of light appeared in the pupils of all the trainees. A tiny ‘S’ quietly emerged.
It was a peerlessly precious S-rank special prop!
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I dont trust this Messiah, the more godlike he looks like the more sus he is
True T.T, I have read many novel and manhwa and these holy like figures are definitely the most sus. We could be wrong though but still he’s definitely sus
Among us in real life sus sus
Stop💀
yaaah samee!!
ikr i didnt trust him from the start
Sameee
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Uwahh!! A wild prop appears!!
Thanks for the chapter!! It’s getting so exciting!!
Hmmm…
Thank you for the chapter ❤️
Mr. Messiah and the prop seem sus
In everything that I read or watch, it’s mostly the priests or saints that are very sus. I don’t trust Messiah
What if messiah is the mole?