Chapter 108
There's no such thing as 'natural beauty'. It's all because he secretly washes himself frantically while using the super-strong Cold Qi generated when he stands at the center of the explosion of the Cold Blast Bomb, which penetrates into the skin and contains short-acting fragrance... Pheromones, to pickle himself and incidentally drive away the Corpse Odor old corpses.
Unexpectedly... He Muzhi's sudden bow and apology could be interpreted as a strange way of checking if he had the Corpse Stench?
Fortunately, he was good at self-management and successfully maintained his dignity, avoiding losing fans.
Thinking of this, Qin Su crushed another Cold Blast Bomb, skillfully experiencing the sensation of Cold Qi entering his body.
Although I didn't spend as much time with the Prisoners today as I did yesterday, and I didn't have to stir their brains up close to ensure absolute death, the Prisoners smelled so strong that anyone passing by them would pick up their odor.
After he left, the students in the 1st Brigade, as they had tacitly agreed, picked up weapons to protect themselves. Qin Su was pleasantly surprised, but he didn't stop spying on them, secretly watching their every move.
He worried that everyone was just using the weapons to intimidate others, and that if they encountered a violent Prisoner, they might not be able to overcome their psychological barrier and take action.
[That's the kind of attention to detail that's needed; I give this a perfect score.]
[What's there to be happy about? It's clearly the artist's favoritism, so naturally, whatever the artist sets it up for will be what it is.]
The "White Moonlight" setting is great in every way, the only downside is that it can only live on in memories (covers up a chuckle)
[The smell is lingering, I suspect some comments are sarcastic, implying that Brother Su (Yuzi Ye) is unlucky.]
[All I see is the impotent rage of those who slander because they can't have what they want. Let your jealousy and twisted nature prevail; our Baby 1 deserves the world's love.]
Qin Su: "..."
Although being criticized is still being famous, and being scolded can increase his Life Points, Qin Su still silently prayed for his fragile little heart.
Hopefully, when everyone finally discovers that he 'manipulated' He Muzhi's life, turning him from white to black, and making him the 'Black Moonlight,' they won't hurl such harsh insults at him.
Unfortunately, he now spends most of his time accumulating Life Points and rarely uses them for things that require a lot of Life Points, such as exchanging time to stay in the Comic World or activating the single-person Comic Capture Camera. Right now, he only has 36 minutes of Life Points left.
In just over fourteen years, including more than three years of that time, he gained a surge in popularity and heated debates among his classmates yesterday by 'coldly shooting and killing ten Prisoners who endangered their lives'.
When he first came into this world, he meticulously calculated his Life Points down to the minute and the day. Now, however, his Life Points are increasing faster than when he first arrived, so he has started calculating them by the month and the year.
However, compared to the average lifespan of three hundred years for Interstellar People, so far, his life is not short, but far too short.
He, who is now older than the Interstellar People, can only try to force He Muzhi to grow too quickly, and it's only a matter of time before he gets scolded.
--
On the platform.
Not a single student left to return to the Rest Pods. Under Qin Su's arrangement, no student felt tired during the morning's Purge, regardless of their physical condition.
They now have plenty of energy to watch the Prisoners devour chunks of insect flesh.
He Muzhi directed the Prisoners he had assigned to lead him to the first type of Insect Meat and made the Prisoners eat it.
Seeing the Prisoner reach out and grab the square piece of meat that He Muzhi had cut himself, the carefully prepared meat wasted, a hint of displeasure flashed in He Muzhi's eyes.
He Muzhi did not stop them. He held his weapon in one hand, turned on his Optical Brain, and stared at the Prisoner who was eating the insect, preparing to fill in the feeding reaction information.
Not long after the Prisoner swallowed the meat, having only eaten a third of it, his body suddenly tilted to the side, his large, tall frame crashing onto the floor with a thud, his face turning from blue to white.
He Muzhi stared at the half-eaten meat in the Prisoner's hand, then froze, unsure whether he was simply unlucky to have picked up poisoned meat, or if the Prisoner was just unlucky.
Whatever the reason, he was now thankful that Qin Su hadn't let them pick up the food themselves, otherwise... he would be the one lying on the ground right now.
The students who witnessed this scene shuddered, and unconsciously felt the same sense of relief as He Muzhi.
The other Prisoners looked on in horror as they saw the Prisoner collapsed and died after eating only the first piece of meat.
'Good news, they weren't sliced up.'
'Bad news, the meat was poisoned!'
"What are you looking at? Eat!"
"Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"
After the 1st Brigade calmed down, they forced themselves to remain calm and threatened the Prisoners with bluster.
Faced with the choice between being threatened with guns and cannons and being eaten, the Prisoners chose to be threatened into eating.
[Products from Mubao and Mu Bao are guaranteed to be of the highest quality?]
[Prisoner: If you were us, you would also feel sorry for us.]
[Get lost! I was born with impeccable revolutionary credentials. How dare a bunch of scum compare themselves to me?]
[Ouch, it was so poisonous! Less than thirty seconds after it was stuffed into my mouth, it just snapped and I was lying on the ground.]
This fact tells us that He Muzhi shouldn't put anything he picked up into his mouth. Look, he ended up losing his life!
[I strongly suspect that the Boss 1 knows our A-Mu has a walking bad luck streak and is worried about A-Mu getting into trouble, so he's shifting the risk onto the Prisoners.]
[Don't try to flatter He Muzhi, okay? He's clearly doing this for Raymond (death smile)]
[Don't flatter Raymond, okay? He was clearly doing it for Sophia. (smile)]
Don't go there...
[Tsk tsk tsk, having a formula is so convenient! You don't even need to think, just plug it in and you're done.]
"..."
Qin Su, who had been watching the screen, put himself in others' shoes and made a decisive decision: unless absolutely necessary, he would not put anything he picked up into his mouth without knowing its toxicity.
Principal Aiseboer and Class Advisor Zhang Minglang are also included; they can't eat the things the two of them handed over or picked up, because if they were to fall on hard times, they would be just as unlucky as him and He Muzhi.
It's all because the "four" in the name of the Fourth Military Academy sounds like "death" in Chinese, so everything is going to be unlucky.
He Muzhi was depressed and couldn't understand why he was so unlucky.
He had just apologized to Qin Su not long ago, but Qin Su was so disappointed in him that he didn't bother with him anymore. He planned to complete this mission well and try to make Qin Su have new expectations of him, but he didn't expect to lose his mission target at the very beginning.
Having lost his chance to impress Qin Su, He Muzhi dejectedly shut down his Optical Brain, feeling utterly drained of all his strength. He looked longingly and enviously at the other team leaders who still had living Prisoners.
I hope to find a kind-hearted team leader who will let me join.
The nine team leaders tacitly avoided making eye contact with He Muzhi.
'Giving in is out of the question. No matter how good He Muzhi is, when it comes to Qin Su, everyone except myself is an equal competitor! Besides, what if He Muzhi arrives and then my Prisoner dies?'
No one paid him any attention, He Muzhi regretfully looked away and focused his attention on the Prisoners.
'Be envious.'
The Prisoners. "!"
What's with that red-haired Alpha? Wasn't killing one person enough? He wants to poison another?
Previously unhappy about the Prisoners devouring all the food they had carefully selected, the group now looked at the Prisoners with a strange glint in their eyes after the incident of He Muzhi's guarding of Prisoner dying.
'They're just a bunch of scapegoats chosen by Commander 1; they don't need to take them seriously.'
Sensing the strange stares from all sides, the Prisoners assumed they were eating too slowly and had displeased the guards, so they forced themselves to 'eat heartily'.
Half an hour later, apart from the four Prisoners who died from poisoning, the four who were slightly poisoned and collapsed on the ground convulsing and foaming at the mouth, and the four who were hallucinating after eating the insect flesh, there were still six Prisoners struggling and fighting against the Insect Meat.
The meat was cut into different shapes, with the skin rarely visible. Little did the Prisoners know that every pile of meat contained the same kind of worm.
As more and more people died from poisoning, the Prisoners subconsciously assumed that some of the meat piles were mixed with poison, while others were not.
Whether they can get a free mound of meat depends entirely on their luck.
These minor perverts, during the major perverts' rest periods, use this method of 'randomly selecting death targets' to subject them to both physical and psychological exploitation, enjoying their gradual breakdown.
It's pure torture.
No one can skip lunch to maintain their energy for the afternoon, so while everyone was watching, they didn't forget to eat at all.
Qin Su saw through the Electronic Eye his classmates were staring at the Prisoners with great interest while pouring nutrient solution into their mouths. Their faces were full of intense curiosity, without the slightest disgust at the Corpse Stench mixed with other smells on the Prisoners.
His ability to learn was so strong that even Qin Su gave him a silent thumbs up.
Then, a sudden change occurred.
A Prisoner, who was eating with his head down, could no longer bear the torture of being cut with a dull knife. After glancing at another Prisoner lying dead not far away, he, who was already suffering from mental torment, suddenly sprang up and rushed straight at Cui Jiachi, the group leader who was closest to him.
Cui Jiachi was recording data with his head down. His classmates around him were either eating or, as time went on, losing their initial vigilance. Although some classmates were still watching the Prisoner, they were still startled. Even if they thought about taking action, they were still stunned in the end.
Just a second before Qin Su was about to warn He Muzhi, a loud gunshot rang out.
Bang!
A sharp pain shot through the Prisoner's right leg as he suddenly jumped up; his knee buckled instantly, and his body collapsed to his knees, half-falling to the ground.
He Muzhi's mind was buzzing, his right hand still holding the gun raised.
When he recovered, he looked at the bloody hole surrounded by gore and flesh, but with light filtering through. He realized that his first thought was, 'Will this satisfy Qin Su?'
The thought had barely formed in his mind when the Prisoner, whose thigh had been shot open and was now bleeding profusely, struggled to get up again.
Bang!
He Muzhi then fired a second shot.
'Two shots have been fired. Will Qin Su give him another chance? If not... then there's no chance left.'
A second thought flashed through He Muzhi's mind as he looked at the Prisoner who couldn't get up because he had lost the ability to move his legs.
He had to keep the Prisoner's hands to continue his mission; after all, he couldn't let Team Leader Cui feed him—that would be too dangerous.
After thinking it over, He Muzhi belatedly realized that with the first shot as a prelude, the second shot was easier to pull than he had imagined.
"..."
He seemed less kind than he had imagined, He Muzhi with mixed feelings.
On the ground lay Prisoners groaning in agony, utterly powerless to resist. Not far away, He Muzhi had fired two shots during their hesitation. The members of the 1st Brigade were utterly shocked.
An eerie silence fell over the room.
'No wonder Qin Su chose He Muzhi; even when it comes to accepting the task of killing, He Muzhi was a step faster than them.'
Facing the scrutinizing gazes of his classmates, He Muzhi swallowed hard, belatedly lowering his right hand, which had been trembling slightly since finishing shooting. Feigning composure, he broke the silence. "Alright, everything should be fine now. Let's continue. The Commander 1's mission cannot be delayed."
"Um."
"Too."
Regardless of what everyone was thinking, in the end, almost everyone came to the same conclusion: 'They also have to try to overcome their fears and catch up with He Muzhi!'
With their resolve hardened, the group put away the biodegradable bags containing the nutrient solution, unconsciously tightening their grip on their weapons. Their eyes lingered on the Prisoners ' arms and legs, searching for a place where they could strike should a similar incident occur.
Under the threat of gunfire and the dangerous stares of those around them, the Prisoners gulped down their food, their bodies numb, their minds filled with:
'So it wasn't a pervert behind their backs after all. The mastermind and culprit behind all this was that pervert. These kids were just carrying out a pervert's mission!'
As his classmates' attention shifted away from him, He Muzhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, silently adjusting the turmoil, panic, and unease that had arisen in his heart after his impulsive act of shooting his own kind without regard for consequences in order to show Qin Su his determination.
His hand trembled, not just the one that had fired the shot; his entire body was practically numb with shock at his own actions.
He Muzhi was really going all out to prove his loyalty to Qin Su.
[It's clearly 'coaxing', right?]
[Speechless. This is a conscious act of apology, showing Qin Su his actions and rekindling his respect for He Muzhi, okay?]
"!"
Having silently witnessed what happened in less than a minute, and then seeing from the comments the reason for He Muzhi's change in mood, Qin Su raised an eyebrow, a fleeting look of pleasure flashing in his dark pupils.
He Muzhi's excessive overthinking was not entirely without merit.
Qin Su felt that his spine was fine again and he could carry a little more weight.
--
In less than two hours, just one hour, all ten Prisoners were poisoned and none were left.
At the scene, regardless of which group leader was present, the list included Insect Meat that had not been eaten and whose toxicity had not been verified.
What do we do now?
"It would be great if we could send up more Prisoners."
"Yeah, why are only ten Prisoners allowed to go out for exercise each time? Are they looking down on us?"
This statement was met with unanimous agreement, and their gazes turned to the bottom of the prison.
The disgust and fear he felt towards the Prisoners when he first arrived were gone; all that remained was his unwavering dedication to completing the mission Qin Su had assigned him.
The Prisoners below were filled with unease.
What kind of look were those terrorists giving each other?
The only thing that made the Prisoners feel fortunate was that only ten people could be sent up each day; no matter how twisted they were, there were no more.
"Can we force them to come up?"
"That can't be right, this is a pre-configured process, we don't have permission to change it."
"We don't have it, but..."
"But what?"
All eyes turned to Lin Yin.
Facing the expectant gazes of the crowd, Lin Yin truthfully replied, "Commander 1 definitely has one."
"That's right!"
"I almost forgot about that. Commander 1 is a big shot who can even hack into and control Federation office areas! This is a piece of cake!"
Qin Su: "..."
It will be more difficult for him.
However, his original plan was to let everyone get used to it first, and then have the system forcibly and frequently activate the elevator to send more Prisoners up to help the 'Unsold Insects'.
Even without the Prisoners watching them, the students in the Electronic Eye footage were still discussing amongst themselves.
"Then why don't you send us more Prisoners?"
"Is it that hard to guess? Have you forgotten how cowardly you were when you first saw the Prisoners yesterday? Yesterday, Commander 1 killed them for us to see, and today Commander 1 voluntarily left, handing over the 'stage for performance' to us. Didn't He Muzhi just seize the opportunity to show off? He Muzhi, right?" The speaker looked at He Muzhi, seeking approval.
When mentioned, He Muzhi temporarily pulled himself out of his complicated emotions and nodded in agreement. "... Mm."
"So you see, Commander 1 is a soft-hearted god. To give us time to gradually adapt, he forced himself to slow down. Now that we've finally figured it out, we must take the initiative and show Commander 1 our growth through our actions!"
How so?
Raymond, quick with his formula, exclaimed, "Of course, it's like He Muzhi!"
"But..." Sophia pointed to the Prisoners' corpses on the ground, "They're all dead."
They lost their chance to shine.
"So what?" Lailisi blurted out, "They're dead, but their bodies are perfectly fine."
In one sentence, everyone suddenly realized what was going on, and their eyes fell intently on the Prisoners ' limbs.
"The person is indeed dead, but their limbs are still intact and seem to be functioning perfectly well."
"Right, we're afraid of living people, it's psychologically hard to accept, but what about the dead... wouldn't it be easier to accept than the living?"
"I don't know, but I'll give it a try?"
"Try!"
"Yes, it's possible!"
The 1st Brigade reached a consensus, exchanged glances, and then looked at the Ten Team Leaders.
In their view, the team leader was appointed by Qin Su, so naturally he had to coordinate their actions.
He Muzhi, in particular, who was the first among them to overcome the psychological barrier, attracted much attention.
Naturally, everyone turned to He Muzhi for help, asking He Muzhi to share his experience.
Facing the hopeful gazes of his classmates, He Muzhi could only truthfully impart his experience. "Actually... at that time, all I could think about was 'I can't let Commander 1 down,' and I didn't think about anything else. You guys... when you fire, you can try thinking like I did."
Whether they can overcome that mental hurdle is up to them; that's all he can do to help them.
If he were to do it a second time... He Muzhi wasn't sure if he could do the same thing again.
Anyone who has ever spent time with He Muzhi knows that he is sincere and warm-hearted, and no one would doubt that he would lie to them.
"Ten Prisoner corpses, shall we proceed by smelling the Corpse Stench, just like yesterday?"
"I think it's a good idea."
On the screen, Qin Su saw the crowd exchanging glances and launching a shooting attack on the Prisoner corpses.
Qin Su: "...?"
Do the students mean, 'Bring more up for them to kill'?
Qin Su sighed inwardly once again that he could doubt anything, except the terrifyingly strong ability of Interstellar People to accept things and their bizarre thought processes.
The Prisoners in the jail watched this scene unfold, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Even if they... killed and ate many people, but... why did it have to come to this?
At the same time, at the Maikafukelai Clay 0724 Jump Point, Blumer, as usual, led his classmates in piloting their Spaceship, hovering below. Even with Pheromones, the Prisoners couldn't affect their high-altitude presence.
As the Commander, Blumer was afraid of something going wrong, so he kept a close eye on the Prisoners below and didn't take a lunch break.
It's unclear whether the Prisoners were angered or annoyed by the fact that they moved away from the platform with the Spaceship yesterday, making it out of their reach, but today the ten Prisoners left piles of excrement all over the once smooth, transparent platform floor.
That wasn't all; they even "smeared the walls with excrement," deliberately bringing up a mixture of feces from below, spreading it over a large area wherever the Spaceship landed.
Blumer felt nauseous watching this, his stomach churning, and he still had more than half a bottle of his nutrient solution left unfinished for lunch.
These Prisoners, driven to Mad Mental State, were all psychologically disturbed in roughly the same way. Blumer was very curious about how Qin Su would react to the Prisoner were now being let out for exercise.
Previously, Blumer had asked Qin Su, and although he could feel Qin Su's indifference through the text message even through the Optical Brain, Qin Su answered almost every question and even automatically reminded him about the Prisoners' exercise period. This gave Blumer a lot of courage. He first asked if Qin Su was available and if he could request a voice call. Only after receiving a positive reply from Qin Su did Blumer dare to call.
Videos and such... Blumer thought of Qin Su's lifeless black eyes, which looked at everyone as if they were inanimate objects, and dared not even think about it.
Qin Su was also curious about what Blumer wanted to talk to him about. Anyway, he wasn't sleeping. He was sorting through the data uploaded by the group leaders, classifying the insects as 'poisonous, non-poisonous, and slightly poisonous' when eaten raw, while also keeping an eye on the activities of his classmates on the platform. He wasn't too busy, and he still had time to gossip.
"What's up?" Qin Su asked directly after the call connected, getting straight to the point.
"Haha, I just wanted to ask Qin Su what the Prisoners who came up for exercise are doing now." Before asking, Blumer made sure to report his own situation.
"The Prisoners here are smearing filth everywhere."
Qin Su glanced at the real-time transmission of the Electronic Eye and described it truthfully. "... using dead Prisoners to practice marksmanship."
Blumer: "???"
In less than two days, what exactly did Qin Su teach the 1st Brigade? Weren't they... supposed to be here to Purge the insects? Blumer wondered if there was something wrong with his hearing; what he was hearing was completely out of sync with what his Unit 2 was hearing.