"Downpour"

Like the Death Star, the pituitary array trembled slightly, its surface covered with cracks.

A stream of gray, viscous substance seeped out from the cracks.

First, the severed skull is glued back together, the wound is filled, and the brain is repaired.

Then, this viscous substance slowly flowed into the Old Spine, bonding the broken area and gradually restoring it to its normal state.

Luo Di, who should have died, gradually began to breathe the shallowest breaths; death seemed unable to take him away.

"Do you want it to sprout?"

A familiar voice rang in his mind, and Luo Di's consciousness arrived in the Pituitary Space.

He looked at the cracked, moon-like pituitary gland and saw a human face; the cracks formed a mouth, and the craters served as eyes.

The sound came from inside.

It was a sound from the corner.

They are seeking permission from Luo Di, their "master".

It seems that this near-death experience has pushed the already saturated pituitary gland to take another step forward, wanting to use the existing cracks to directly sprout and enter the next stage.

And Luo Di will also experience a qualitative improvement and overcome the current difficulties.

but,

Luo Di stepped forward and touched the surface of the pituitary gland. He could even see the new buds wriggling inside through the crack.

A calm voice came through. "Wait a little longer... I won't die."

"OK."

The intense urge to sprout was suppressed on its own, and the excess energy was used to repair the body. Luo Di's body slowly regained a faint vitality.

However, Luo Di was not in a hurry to wake up. He simply left his consciousness in the Pituitary Space, as if waiting for something.

Or perhaps the reason he deliberately revealed his weakness and intentionally sacrificed himself was purposeful... because the Joker had arrived, Luo Di couldn't be caught in the middle; only by dying could he change the order of precedence.

At this time,

The class monitor's voice penetrated her thoughts and reached her Pituitary Space; even her consciousness could materialize, because there was no defense against her here.

"Luo Di, when did your brain become so sharp!"

"To think he could make such a decisive judgment! That clown will probably get a severe beating from Jia Wen. We can look for another opportunity then."

"How's the situation outside?"

The squad leader paced around the Pituitary Space, admiring the piles of corpses and the Moon Structure pituitary glands. "What else can happen? You were beaten to death, my head was crushed, and my servants are crippled too."

Three main targets are dead.

All that's left are Sister Yu and the clown that followed your scent.

Sister Yu's methods are very clever, and she is quite well-known in the inner circle. Jia Wen will naturally leave such a troublesome person like her to deal with last.

The immediate priority is naturally to target that clown who sneaked in.

Once that clown is dead or out of the game, it'll be our turn to make our move... We happen to have some free time now, could you tell me about your experiences in The Corner?

"The Hateful Eight, the Sorority... Why does everyone like you, Luo Di? Two groups were already surrounding you the moment you entered the corner."

Wu Wen put her hands behind her back, circled the pituitary gland once, then tiptoed to Luo Di, making a story-listening expression as if she was completely unconcerned about the dangers outside.

Luo Di calmed himself down and began to recount the story as simply as possible.

The more the squad leader listened, the uglier his expression became.

"Strange... so strange."

This clown killed your whole family, but you didn't kill his whole family, right? Why did he start targeting you the moment you stepped into the corner?

Just this once is enough.

Two times, three times... Not only did they dare to invade the sorority's territory, but they even risked coming here to participate in True Death Game. If they offended Mr. Question Mark, they would really be courting death.

He's a complete madman, driven by his own pleasure.

Or perhaps there's some special purpose behind it.

This is so strange. I'd heard of the Hateful Eight before, but I never imagined they'd go completely insane.

"In that case, you'll have no problem joining the sorority."

"And you, class monitor?"

"Me? It's because you came to the middle level that I sensed it... After all, you once consumed my pituitary gland. I never expected you to arrive so quickly, and the location was still in the City of Sin, so I temporarily put aside what I was doing to come and take a look."

"I mean, class monitor, you're currently with..."

Just as Luo Di was about to ask, a pair of passionate lips pressed against his, and the tongue swirling in his mouth seemed to have already given him the answer.

Although the two are currently only consciousnesses, the sensation is incredibly profound, and the feeling has never changed.

With their lips separated, the squad leader placed his finger between the moist lips to continue silencing Luo Di's questions.

"There are some things I shouldn't say. I'm fine now."

Just stay in the sorority. Hua Yuan really likes you, so staying there is definitely a good choice for you.

Come find me again when you've taken another step forward.

That way, I'll be better prepared, and even if Grandmother comes looking for me, I won't have to worry too much. Besides, Luo Di, you've done me a huge favor this time. I've wanted to see Sister Yu for a long time, but I haven't had the chance."

The squad leader's eyes darted around rapidly, as if trying to get a sense of what was happening outside.

"It's almost time outside. That clown is probably about to give out."

The first-generation zombie, a being feared even by many lords, is actually sparring with us. I guess only Mr. Question Mark would give us such treatment.

"Luo Di, you'd better behave yourself. If you can win Mr. Question Mark's favor, you'll save yourself a lot of trouble in the corner."

Should I wake up now?

"I will call you."

Underground parking garage

Various shattered balloons were scattered all over the ground.

The Joker has revealed his true form, and due to the effects of the Hunger Virus, he has become so thin that he has almost no fat left, just skin and bones.

The overalls she was wearing had become loose and baggy, and both arms had been cut off, with the wounds surrounded by viruses that could not regenerate.

even so,

The clown maintained his smile.

He turned to look at Luo Di "corpse" embedded in the wall, neither taking the last chance to destroy it nor actively leading Jia Wen over.

Instead, they ran towards the garage exit at top speed.

The running speed reached an extremely exaggerated level, and it felt like both legs were spinning like tires. This speed was several times faster than in previous battles.

Even Jia Wen seemed quite surprised.

"Oh? You're so hungry, and injured, yet you can still run this fast. Were you not using your full strength in your fight against me earlier?"

No wonder the boss asked me to produce a performance above the level of the game.

This monster is a bit different, but escaping won't be so easy.

Jia Wen was extremely adaptable. His leg cells proliferated, and the virus altered the structure of his legs, allowing him to chase after the virus in an instant.

Boom!

A violent explosion occurred at the exit of the underground parking garage, creating a gap in the pile of zombies trapped outside, which allowed the clown to slip away.

When Jia Wen chased after him, he found that the Joker hadn't run far. He had clearly exhausted himself during the game and was now just standing next to a trash can.

Due to the loss of an arm,

He had no choice but to sit on the ground.

Holding a balloon representing a servant by one foot

With his other foot, he gave a thumbs-up, but this thumbs-up wasn't directed at Jia Wen; instead, it was directed towards a certain direction in the underground parking garage.

Before Jia Wen made his move,

Pop! The balloon burst.

When a servant dies, according to the rules of the game, the Joker, the master, is forced to leave the game.

Looking at the shattered balloons scattered all over the ground, Jia Wen was quite puzzled. "This clown was clearly chasing after that group of people, and there seems to be a conflict between them, but his current actions seem to be buying them time."

Is he completely insane? His thinking is truly unfathomable.

Jia Wen rushed back to the underground parking garage and arranged for more zombies to be piled up at the exit, forming a mountain of flesh dozens of meters high to block the way, making sure that no one could escape.

But when he returned to the wall where the hole had been first smashed, the young man who should have been lying inside was gone.

Hiss!

Ashes scattered, high temperatures released.

The underground parking garage's fire protection system was activated, and all the fire sprinklers covering the ceiling were turned on.

Splash~

Like a torrential downpour, water droplets kept spraying down from above.

Jia Wen sensed something and suddenly turned around.

Between the Downpour

A man shrouded in a dark raincoat stood not far away, the knife in his hand no longer the Chainsaw Blade specifically designed for flesh and blood.

It is a most primitive and ordinary butcher's knife... a gray butcher's knife.