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Not only that, but Zai Zong also spotted an extremely conspicuous electrical device on the finger-breaking torture instrument.

The massive machinery and tangled cables looked dangerously threatening at a glance. A voltage meter hung above Clancy and Hoffman's hands, its dial marked with numbers 1 through 9.

But there was no number 10, because at the position where 10 should be, a red skull was painted—its meaning already clear.

It represented death!

And below the voltage meter, there were two metal contacts wrapped in layers of copper wire.

"What the hell, is this an electrical appliance!?"

Zai Zong couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

But instinct told him this thing was extremely dangerous!

[This is a little toy I specially crafted for this occasion.]

The Masked Man's voice rang out again.

His tone carried an excitement that even Zai Zong could pick up on.

[Have you guessed what it is? Ah, I bet you've already figured it out!]

The moment he finished speaking, the electrical device suddenly activated.

Coarse white electric light flowed across its outer surface, emitting sounds of steam and lightning.

At the same time, the voltage meter on the finger-breaking torture instrument slowly rose, the red needle swiftly pointing to the number 4.

Then, the electrical device began to tremble like a giant boiler, rumbling as if containing a massive force within, seeking release.

Zai Zong instantly understood what this thing was for. This was—

Just then, the voltage meter suddenly dropped.

The two metal contacts below pressed directly onto the restrained hands.

Then—

Zzzzzzzzzzzz—

[AAAAHHHH MMMM—!]

[UHHH AHHHH—!]

A massive electric current surged from the back of the hands through their entire bodies.

In the cramped space, flashes of white light flickered repeatedly.

Clancy and Hoffman couldn't endure this electric torture at all. The two screamed in extreme agony, their bodies convulsing into unnatural postures.

As for Zai Zong, he was completely stunned.

In the first-person VR perspective, white light kept flashing before his eyes.

It formed a stark contrast with the blurred red screen that had shown the earlier bloody scenes!

The haptic controller in his hand seemed to come alive, trembling wildly.

Because he shared Clancy's perspective, he could clearly feel just how much pain the constantly shaking head in front of him was enduring.

To the point that wisps of white smoke began rising from the back of the hands!

And across from him, Hoffman's clothes visibly showed coarse white arcs of electricity.

"Brothers, I'm sure of it—this game is mentally torturing me."

Zai Zong wasn't the only one stunned by this; the livestream audience was too.

"Holy shit, that's intense!"

"Is this really a game? Why would they make a game like this?"

"First finger-breaking, then electrocution, and that giant chainsaw—even if it were just a movie, I wouldn't dare watch it, let alone play it myself."

"I'm just a cloud viewer and I almost died on the spot!"

"This game is truly insane. I can't believe there's an experience like this in a game."

"This isn't a card game at all. This is a torture game!"

Fortunately, this electric torture didn't last too long.

The voltage meter's needle jumped back to 1, then rose again, hovering above the hands.

Clancy, controlled by Zai Zong, and Hoffman across from him both collapsed into their chairs, wisps of white smoke rising from their clothes.

"Finally over. Even I, a seasoned gamer, can barely take it."

Zai Zong shook his head and pulled himself together.

The Masked Man's voice rang out once more.

[This little toy is something left behind from the old torture chamber. I fixed it up!]

[See the meter on it? Every time you lose, you'll get an electric shock, and the current will get stronger. At the same time—]

Before the Masked Man finished speaking, the irregular circular chainsaw between Zai Zong and Hoffman began spinning rapidly.

Then it slowly descended, and sparks burst forth!

The dozens of cleavers welded onto it, like the fangs of a ferocious beast, carved several terrifying scratches across the rusted surface!

If this thing came at his face—

Zai Zong shuddered, the thought of continuing to play vanishing from his mind.

The moment he imagined losing at cards, this thing would press against his face.

Slicing!

Grinding!

Zai Zong's hair stood on end!

This was VR!

There was no computer screen between him and the game!

If that thing came at his face, it would be a psychological scar for life!

But.

He was live-streaming now, and he was a veteran gamer—how could he just give up so easily?

He'd give it another try.

Just then, the chainsaw suddenly turned, heading straight for Hoffman.

Zai Zong's eyes went wide.

Hoffman, too, was startled, letting out a terrified roar.

[What!? No, no! What are you doing!? Hasn't it started yet!?]

But the chainsaw stopped abruptly just before his head.

Then the Masked Man's voice rang out with a hint of amusement.

[At the same time, this chainsaw will slowly creep closer to you.]

Then, the chainsaw slowly turned back toward Zai Zong.

Watching the dozens of cleavers spinning at high speed, he felt a wave of discomfort wash over him.

Especially as the thing gradually approached him, drew nearer.

At that moment, he felt like it wasn't Clancy sitting at the card table—it was him!

The blades on the chainsaw gleamed with a cold light, step by step closing in, growing larger in his pupils.

And his heart, without him realizing it, began to race, his breathing quickened, his throat tightened.

Until—

The blade stopped right in front of his eyes.

The distance between them was so narrow that not even a hand could fit through!

"Fuck! The pressure! It's like barely escaping death's door!"

Zai Zong cursed loudly.

Then, the chainsaw slowly retreated, stopping in the middle between the two.

[See that red skull at the end of the meter? That's maximum power. When you feel that level of electric shock, you'll experience a sensation like riding the clouds! Hahaha! Hahahahaha!]

The Masked Man let out an extremely unsettling sneer, a stark contrast to his earlier gloomy voice.

[But I won't let you enjoy that pleasure! So, when the meter hits maximum power, the chainsaw will be right in front of you. Then. Ha! Hahaha! Hahahahaha!]

The Masked Man's laughter was filled with madness, brimming with excitement.

So much so that Clancy roared in terror, his voice tinged with tears.

[Someone get me out of this madhouse!! Someone save me!! Save me!!! Aaaaaah!!!!]

Zai Zong silently watched the trembling camera in front of him.

He knew that this was his controlled protagonist, Clancy, on the verge of breaking down.

And as the player controlling him, wasn't he the same?

Both the protagonist and the player were being driven to the brink by this game!

The Masked Man hadn't explicitly stated what the outcome would be, but this kind of suggestive speech only made it more terrifying to think about.

By now, Zai Zong understood exactly what the outcome was.

It was enduring a lethal dose of electric shock while being mercilessly ground up by the chainsaw!

What kind of torture was that!?

Did the creator, Shuo Guang, really want to destroy the players...!?

Deliberately making the game VR and offering it for free download—wasn't that just to lure people in with curiosity and novelty!?

Such realistic graphics, such smooth movements, and the story performance—it was simply impossible to resist getting hooked!

Once you get into it, you realize it's fucking suffering!

Motherfucker!

Zai Zong cursed again.

[This round, I've put some special cards in the dealer. If you feel your luck's shit, you can use these special cards to turn things around.]

With the Masked Man's words, the game began again.

A small metal card shot out from the dealer and landed in front of him.

Zai Zong raised an eyebrow and quickly picked it up.

He looked at it and froze.

[Double Bet]

[After use, the opponent's wager (number of fingers cut / meter scale / saw distance) will double]

"Is this... a Special Card?"

Then another small metal card was dealt to him.

[Card 6]

[After use, immediately draw a card numbered 6 from the deck. If Card 6 is already on the table, this Special Card is invalid.]

"So fucking awesome!?"

Zai Zong's heart lit up. With Special Cards like these, maybe he could really turn the tables!

At the same time, Hoffman also received two Special Cards, looking just as stunned.

Even with the hood over his head, you could tell from his startled voice.

After the Special Cards were dealt, the real game began!

Still two cards each: one face-up, one face-down.

Zai Zong's eyes went wide when he saw his cards!

His face-up card was 10, his face-down was 9.

That added up to fucking 19!

Did he need to hit?

Hit my ass!

But this time, Hoffman went first.

His face-down card was unknown, and his face-up was 6.

So he asked for a card directly.

[Give me. One more card.]

Whoosh--

The dealer sent him a Special Card first, then a face-up 7.

What the Special Card was, Zai Zong didn't see and couldn't see.

But Hoffman now had 6+7 for 13 points. With his unknown face-down card, he probably wouldn't go over 20.

Zai Zong had 19, so he was pretty confident.

When his turn came, he used a Special Card right away!

[Double Bet]

[After use, the opponent's wager (number of fingers cut / meter scale / saw distance) will double]

Hoffman saw the Special Card and was startled.

Then, the voltage meter on the back of his hand jumped from 1 to 3.

At the same time, the saw between them started spinning, moving a bit closer to Hoffman.

That was the double bet!

The Masked Man's voice suddenly rang out, with exaggerated surprise.

[OMG! Clancy actually used a Special Card! Hoffman's in danger now! How will he handle this and win his way home?]

Zai Zong smirked, then gave up on hitting and waited for the result.

The cards on the table were 10, 9, 6, 7, and an unknown.

The deck still had 1-5, 8, 11.

If Hoffman wanted to win, he'd have to draw a card that beat Zai Zong's 19. Otherwise, he'd lose no matter what!

Just as Zai Zong was gloating, Hoffman coughed a couple of times, spitting out some bloody foam.

[I've got a family to support. I've got a daughter to raise—she's only five. I can't die here, you understand? I have to win!]

Then, he used a Special Card.

Also a bet +2 card.

"Holy shit! What guts!"

Just as Zai Zong was admiring his courage, another Special Card came down.

Still bet +2!

Hoffman had actually placed a 4x bet!

How dare he!?

After using two Special Cards, Hoffman gave up on drawing.

At this moment, Zai Zong's Voltage Meter needle jumped straight from 1 to 5.

That terrifying electric saw whirred to life and stopped not far in front of him.

Zai Zong:

"I've got 19 points—can you beat me!?"

"I don't believe your luck is that good!"

Though he said that, he wasn't completely thoughtless.

Hoffman's visible cards were 6+7, 13 points.

So the confidence to drop two Special Cards in a row likely meant his hole card was a 5!

At the very least, there was a high probability it was a 5!

Because only then would his total be 18, which was very close to 21.

After all, Zai Zong himself had already declared victory at 19 points, so why couldn't someone else declare it at 18?

But even so, I don't believe you can beat me!

[I. Won't draw.]

Zai Zong gave up on drawing.

The Masked Man's voice suddenly rang out, announcing the result.

[Then the winner is—]

After a two-second pause, the answer was revealed!

[Hoffman!]

"NA—NI—!?"

Zai Zong immediately looked at Hoffman's hole card.

Then he was dumbfounded.

His hole card wasn't a 5.

It was an 8!

6+7+8.

21 points!

Holy shit, exactly 21 points!!

No wonder he was so confident, no wonder he dared to drop two Special Cards in a row—his hand was the perfect score!!

The Masked Man's voice cackled sinisterly.

[Then the loser pays the bet.]

Zai Zong froze, quickly turning his head to look to the side.

There, that heavy Electrical Device.

It was now starting to operate, just as it had when it first appeared.

The Voltage Meter on the back of the hand slowly rose, the Electrical Device vibrating violently, as if a massive surge of energy was about to be released.

At this moment, the protagonist Clancy began to struggle and curse wildly.

[Murderer! You're a murderer! You'll die a horrible death, aaaaah—!!!]

The Voltage Meter needle dropped rapidly, the Metal Contacts touching the skin in an instant.

In that moment, a massive current flooded his entire body, cutting off his curses.

Leaving him only to scream in agony.

Watching this scene, Zai Zong couldn't help but straighten his posture.

The agonized screams, the flashing white light, and the billowing smoke all constantly displayed the power of the electric torture.

So much so that as a player, he kept swallowing his saliva, dumbfounded and speechless.

It was as if a real person was being tortured right in front of him, leaving him stunned.

After a long while, the electric torture ended.

The gauge needle pointed at 6, then slowly climbed back.

His perspective returned to normal as well.

But Clancy slumped face-first onto the table, groaning nonstop, while Zai Zong wrestled with the controller and barely managed to get back up.

[S-sorry. But I can't lose. I haven't done anything, I can't lose, I want to go home, I want to see my daughter, sorry. Sorry.]

The livestream audience was completely hooked by the game.

They started spamming gifts and offering advice, teaching Zai Zong how to beat Hoffman.

[Let's start the next round.]

The cards on the table vanished instantly, signaling the beginning of a new round.

The card dealer dealt one Special Card to each of them first.

Hoffman's was unknown, but Zai Zong's Special Card seemed quite useful.

[Card 5]

[After use, immediately draw a card with the number 5 from the deck. If Card 5 is already on the table, this Special Card is invalid.]

"Come on, I won't lose this time!"

Zai Zong rubbed his hands together, took off the VR headset, dug out a piece of chocolate from who-knows-when from a drawer, peeled off the wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Alright, I'm already unbeatable!"

The card dealer immediately dealt cards to both of them.

This time, his hole card was 1, and his face-up card was 11.

"Not bad, starting with 12 points, promising future, a good omen—the chocolate didn't lie to me!"

Across from him, Hoffman's hole card was unknown, and his face-up card was 2.

Mm.

Let's just say, plenty of room for potential!

This round, Zai Zong went first.

Without a second word, he called for a card.

Whoosh—

A 3 card was dealt to him.

1+11+3.

15 points!

Nice!

It was Hoffman's turn. He also called for a card, but he got a Special Card first, then a face-up card.

A 6 card.

So Hoffman's hand was 6+2+?, then.

Mm. That meant the Special Card in Zai Zong's hand that could specifically draw a 6 was useless now.

Because Hoffman had drawn a 6, he couldn't use the Special Card to draw one.

But still—

So what if he drew a 6? As long as your hole card isn't a 5, you still lose!

Zai Zong grinned again.

"Go take a nap, this round, I'm winning for sure!"

His turn came, and this time he directly used a Special Card.

[Card 5]

[After use, immediately draw a card with the number 5 from the deck. If Card 5 is already on the table, this Special Card is invalid.]

"Come on! I don't believe your hole card is a 5! Bring it on!"

Soon, thanks to the Special Card's effect, the card dealer directly dealt him a 5 card.

His hand now: 1+11+3+5.

20 points!

Unmatched under heaven!

Hoffman was sure to lose!

Zai Zong was already laughing mercilessly in the livestream.

And his audience, because of his play, showered him with gifts, praising him for handling this round well and not losing face.

Now it was Hoffman's turn, and Zai Zong watched his hand, shaking his head.

How pitiful.

Hoffman stared at the cards in his hand for a moment, then spoke. "Sorry. I'm really sorry. I have to go home." Then, he slowly played a special card. [Remove] [Return the opponent's last drawn face-up card to the deck.] With a whoosh, the 5 card Zai Zong had just drawn with his special card went back into the dealer machine. Zai Zong: ? What the hell is this? Then he saw Hoffman use the Double Bet Special Card ×2. The voltage meter on Zai Zong's hand instantly jumped from 6 to the Red Skull. At the same time, the terrifying electric saw began to whir and spin, moving right in front of him. It was practically face-to-face! Zai Zong: ? Zai Zong: ... Zai Zong: speechless.jpg "I'm fucking done!" The livestream chat instantly exploded with a barrage of comments over this spectacle. Meanwhile, Hoffman on the other side stopped asking for cards. So neither side called for more, and the results were announced. [Then, the winner is—] The Masked Man paused for two seconds as usual before speaking in a sinister tone. [Hoffman!] "Fuck!" The hole cards were revealed. Zai Zong's hole card was 1, and his face-up cards were 3 and 11, totaling 15 points. Hoffman's hole card was 9, and his face-up cards were 2 and 6, totaling 17 points. This round, Zai Zong lost again. Lost to Hoffman's special card. He never imagined this game had a special card that could withdraw a card the opponent had already called! "Did I eat that chocolate for nothing?!" Just as Zai Zong was cursing, the Masked Man's voice rang out again. This time, it carried extreme delight and barely restrained ferocity. [Then the loser pays the bet.] As the words fell, the electrical device began to operate, the massive machine shuddering to life. The electric saw whirred at the same time, its sharp gleam flashing. Clancy, meanwhile, shook and screamed in terror. "Wait, hold on, I want another round! Wait! Wait—AHHHHHHHHH—!!!" The Red Skull-level current was high-voltage electricity, and it made contact through his hand. In an instant, it coursed through his entire body. The flashing white screen, the rising smoke, the self-igniting clothes—Zai Zong's eyes went wide. Across from him, Hoffman just kept his head down, apologizing over and over. But even more terrifying was the irregular electric saw. It spun at high speed, crackling with white electricity. "Wait? Is this for real? Isn't there a black screen or red screen to block it and just leave the scream?" But Zai Zong was doomed to disappointment. The electric saw, moving at breakneck speed, swung toward him. "Holy shit!! Holy shit!! Stop!! What the fuck!! Holy shit!! Stop!! Hold on!! Holy shit!!!" In his pupils, the electric saw grew infinitely large. Finally—

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, chunks scattering wildly!

The screams, at this moment, came to an abrupt halt.

In the game, only the grinding sound of mincing meat remained.

Zai Zong, his whole body wracked with discomfort, could no longer hold back. He immediately tore off his VR headset, gasping for air, still shaken.

Since a detailed description of the Chainsaw Face Wash does not align with xx values, I can only express it with the idiom 'flesh and blood flying everywhere.'