Third Game, Hell Difficulty - Demon Hospital!

"Hmm?"

Zhao Jiacheng, who had been immersed in his own thoughts, was startled and turned his head sharply, surprising the other person.

"Jaw shattered? Caused by the impact?"

"Oh." The woman in blue, responsible for administrative work, responded, taking out a stack of reports.

"We're not sure, so it feels a bit strange."

"After all, the other person's skull also has a crack, which is more normal. According to the angle of impact, it matches perfectly."

"However, if the impact occurred at that angle, it shouldn't have hit the jaw."

"I don't know if there was some friction, or perhaps it was a previous injury."

"He's out of danger now. His name is Liu Peng, and after investigation, it's confirmed he's a player in the Chosen Game…"

Just as the secretary was about to continue her report, Zhao Jiacheng suddenly interrupted her.

"Wait a moment!"

Saying this, he walked over with a frown, picked up the stack of X-rays from her hand, and examined them repeatedly.

The secretary responsible for investigations was also stunned. She didn't know why Zhao Jiacheng was suddenly so interested in this injury.

"The severity of this bone fracture looks worse than the head trauma."

"You know, at that time, this student's physical strength was very high; after all, he could smash through a wall."

"Although a person's skull is harder, such a big difference is still a bit strange. Do you think there could be any reason?"

Zhao Jiacheng asked, recalling the scene from earlier in the day.

The sun and moon revolved…

That guy clearly lost his senses for some reason, repeating those words over and over.

Repeating them meant his jaw couldn't have been broken before; it had to be from that impact!

"Perhaps it was friction with the wall? After all, he smashed right through it," the secretary guessed tentatively, thinking Zhao Jiacheng was concerned about the other person's injuries.

Zhao Jiacheng: …….

"Perhaps."

Zhao Jiacheng didn't refute, just murmured. In his mind, however, the scene from earlier kept replaying, along with the peculiar behavior of that high school student.

Time passed quickly. After that sudden incident, the weekend arrived, and the school was also strengthening its security measures.

Lu Ce lay quietly on his bed, awaiting the start of the next game.

He had been living with a sense of unease for the past two days, constantly thinking about whether people from that strange organization would come to investigate him, or if the family of the student he had instantly defeated would come looking for trouble.

Fortunately, none of that happened.

[Time until the next game begins: 00:58:43.]

The last hour.

At this moment, he was on a phone call with Xie Antong, discussing the upcoming game.

Xie Antong: "I don't know how you did it yesterday, but I assume your strength is not bad."

"But no matter what, this game is still too dangerous. I strongly advise you to buy an exit coin before playing."

Lu Ce typed a reply: "I know. Are you participating in the game this time too?"

"Yes." The other party's reply was very brief. "Let's play our own games first, and if there's a chance later, we can add each other as friends."

"Also, a reminder: although the clothes in the game are uniform, according to the information I received, underwear seems to be brought in directly."

"So… you can try to see if you can bring items from the real world."

Looking at the message, Lu Ce was surprised to realize he hadn't known this piece of trivia before and wondered what special connections his deskmate had.

Sigh, it's good to have a background, unlike me, who can only cheat out of sheer desperation…

After saying thank you, and with the information in mind, Lu Ce lay alone on his bed in his small room, lost in thought.

He was wondering if Xie Antong was trustworthy. If they were to cooperate, he would definitely have to reveal his first-place status.

But judging by her family background, it was clearly not simple. Could such matters be resolved solely through trust?

While thinking and experiencing the passage of time, he couldn't help but take out a golden business card from his school uniform pocket.

It was given to him by Zhao Jiacheng, with instructions to call him "when you feel you should call."

He looked at the department name on it, which he had never heard of, and then at Zhao Jiacheng's contact information on the back. After a moment of thought…

He stuffed the business card into his underwear!

Sorry, Mr. Zhao Jiacheng! You'll have to stay with my brother for a while.

Coincidentally, I don't have anything suitable for the experiment Xie Antong mentioned about trying to bring things in. I'll use yours.

Hmm, the size is just right!

Taking a deep breath, Lu Ce tidied his backpack, stocking it with his achievements and various medicines, waiting for the voice he had long anticipated.

For some reason, this voice always managed to stir up excited emotions within him.

[Please make your preparations in advance.]

[Please choose to be a spectator or a player.]

"Player!"

[Hello, player. You have a short time to prepare...]

[Game Points:]

[Suffering Points: 6]

[Strength: 24]

[Agility: 10]

[Speed: 10]

[Luck: 3]

[Spirit: 1]

[Bonus Medals: God Slayer (Legendary); System Attacker (Epic)]

[Game initialized, preparing to begin!]

[Welcome to Chosen Paradise!]

The same dizziness, the same spinning sensation, but this time, Lu Ce had adapted considerably.

—It felt just like coming home.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a spacious and dim room. The air carried a damp, musty smell, suggesting the hygiene wasn't great.

His body swayed slightly, and then he felt his feet firmly on the ground, unlike last time when he was suspended in the air.

Lu Ce was a little disappointed. It didn't feel as good as last time. At least last time he fell from the air, giving him a chance to saw off a leg.

He touched his face briefly; the mask was already on, fitting perfectly.

There were a few other players around. Before Lu Ce could observe them, he heard a voice that made him very satisfied.

[Welcome, players, to the Chosen Game in Hell Mode—Demon Hospital.]

As the mechanical voice sounded, a creaking mechanical rolling noise accompanied it. A tracked robot emerged from a corner.

Upon hearing this, all the players' faces turned pale, their expressions becoming solemn.

They were no longer novices; they now understood the terror of Hell Mode.

How unlucky. This was only the second game, and they had already encountered this.

But beneath his mask, Lu Ce revealed a satisfied smile.

Hell Mode?

This was truly coming home!