Fear Makes You Lose Your Judgment, Let's Talk Price!

[Blank]: "Meaning, from the very beginning of the game, this big shot had no fear in his mind."

[Blank]: "Rusty saws, scalding lava, he never cared about any of it. From the start, he only thought about how to maximize his own profit from this game!"

[Blank]: "To dare to act like this, extreme greed, extreme confidence, plus being ruthless to himself..."

This person named Blank spoke intermittently, not coherently, as if he was thinking as he spoke.

But ever since his text appeared, Lu Ce's screen instantly had far fewer bullet comments. It seemed everyone was watching his analysis.

Before, they were just watching for entertainment, but now, after hearing him speak, they felt like they had been watching for nothing.

"Not bros? How come everyone else is stupidly fine, and you're so out of line?"

Of course, there were those who were unconvinced by such analytical comments. After all, some people never wanted to admit they were muggles.

Immediately after Blank, someone jumped out, unconvinced, saying:

[: "How can you be so sure it's exactly what you think? Maybe he's just a lunatic?"]

[: "Yeah, and shouldn't the organizer's voice be like an automatic machine voice? How could there be linguistic errors? Wouldn't that mean someone is controlling it?"]

Listening to these stubborn words, Blank had no mood to pay attention.

In the real world, "Blank" was currently staring at the screen in shock, analyzing in real-time, recording Lu Ce's every move.

This chance to change his destiny and gain superpowers, he definitely wouldn't miss it. In the future, he definitely wanted to become a player too.

But he didn't dare to be a guinea pig. He decided to gather intelligence first, observe the game's mode and the playstyles of the current top players in the world, and then enter when he was ready.

He never expected to see someone this significant.

"A player of this caliber... I need to find a way to get to know him, and then become good friends with him..."

Thinking this, Blank casually replied on the screen:

[Blank]: "Think whatever you want. Actually, I'm not entirely sure if I've seen through all of the big shot's plans. We'll just have to see how things develop."

There was a lot of discussion in the live stream, but Lu Ce hadn't paid attention since his first glance. He was completely immersed in his work.

At this very moment...

He was still sawing his leg...

It was as if he was completing some extremely satisfying work, or perhaps engaging in some very interesting recreational activity, not rushing at all.

Because he was accumulating Suffering Points.

From the beginning until now, he had accumulated over twenty points. Lu Ce felt for the first time that his leg was so useful.

As long as he could perfectly clear the game in the end, nothing else mattered. Looking at the rising Suffering Points, what did it matter if his leg was gone? Where else could he find such an opportunity outside?

He himself felt no pain and had no psychological pressure, but he had tormented everyone around him.

The woman who had fainted earlier from fear had now woken up and was currently vomiting frantically.

The others weren't much better. Most of them were covered in sweat, their faces pale, turning their heads away, not looking at Lu Ce.

The scorching environment, the test of life and death, the unbearable pain before their eyes, and another perverted player, all made them feel as if they had truly arrived in hell.

[Chosen of Suffering! Suffering Points +1!]

[...]

It wasn't until later that Lu Ce realized he wasn't gaining many Suffering Points, and the growth had become abnormally slow. Only then did he realize that sawing off his leg was basically done.

He then reluctantly "removed" his left leg, which he still felt a sense of longing for.

Holding the bloody left leg in his hand, he examined it for a few seconds before murmuring:

"Speaking of which, with my performance, there should be some extra benefits, right..."

"Regenerating a severed limb must require better, higher-grade potions than simply reattaching a severed limb... right?"

Saying this, he casually tossed the half-severed leg into the lava below.

"Haha! I sawed it off! Hey! Are you still there? Didn't you say sawing off a leg would let me escape?"

Lu Ce's unrestrained, somewhat provocative voice echoed through the space, presenting his conditions to the owner of this space.

But there was no response.

[...]

Just as Lu Ce thought this attempt might have failed, the voice from above the space reappeared.

However, this time the mechanical voice was exceptionally cold. The sense of human touch it seemed to possess before had vanished, and now it was more like a pure machine.

[Relevant term rules have been repaired.]

[Player "Lu Ce" has successfully challenged a system loophole and obtained a medal, System Attacker (Epic).]

[Relevant rewards will be settled together at the end of the game.]

The mechanical voice's address of "Lu Ce" was blurred. Except for Lu Ce himself, others could only hear a vague appellation.

After the reward was given, there were no further remarks, as if it was worried about being tricked into revealing more by Lu Ce.

Lu Ce didn't care. On the mask, the flowing radiance formed a satisfied smiling face. He hung upside down in the air and stretched lazily.

"Ah... not bad, not too stingy."

Within the entire magma cavern, only the sound of rolling lava remained. Everyone else was in a state of stunned silence.

No one had expected that the person before them wasn't some masochistic lunatic, but rather a madman who would stop at nothing for profit!

To encounter such a dungeon, such a player, on their very first game...

The livestream chat had already exploded. Recalling the analysis from the person named "Blank" earlier, everyone felt a sense of awe at the perfection of his words.

For a moment, exclamations of "amazing" came one after another.

But looking at the gruesome, jagged cross-section of his severed leg, few felt admiration. Most felt a pure sense of reverence, and fear.

Lu Ce paid no mind to the gazes of those around him. After a brief moment to catch his breath, he didn't rush to free himself. Instead, he spoke again:

"Honestly, I don't know why you guys still haven't figured out the situation."

Hearing his voice, the other nine players froze, not understanding what he meant.

"You truly treat life and death as if they were nothing."

"Have you realized that the lava is currently rising?"

"What is this thing? Tell me?"

Lu Ce said, shaking the saw in his hand.

"You don't think this is something that brings oneself pain and suffering, do you?"

"If this is a game we're in, this is called a clear-the-dungeon item!"

"And now, this sole clear-the-dungeon item is in my hands, and no one even tried to snatch it when I obtained it..."

"Because of fear, everyone avoided this saw... Don't be afraid, fear makes you lose your judgment."

"This so-called hell game has gone surprisingly smoothly. I hope there will be more opportunities like this in the future..."

Ever since putting on the Greed Mask, Lu Ce had become a bit of a chatterbox, in addition to his overwhelming greed.

But amidst his incessant words, the surrounding players felt an inexplicable chill, even though the ambient temperature had already exceeded 50 degrees Celsius!

"Alright, enough nonsense," Lu Ce said, playfully swinging the saw in his hand.

"Now, does anyone still want to saw off their leg?"

"Come... let's talk prices?"