Gluttony Mask, Buddy, Are You Sure Your Intelligence Is Fine?

In Hell Mode, it should still be relatively easy to build up his Pain value.

Including this time, he had probably drawn Hell-level instances three times in a row. His luck was truly something else.

"Heh."

He smiled unconsciously. Luckily, it was him. An ordinary person probably could not have handled such an arrangement.

Greetings, outstanding players.

I am your host for this session. You may call me Great Tom.

Welcome to Demon Hospital.

Of course, if you prefer to call this place a prison, that is fine too.

Lu Ce looked at the tin robot before suddenly asking,

"Tom? Are you the same thing as the voice from the previous games?"

Great Tom! Watch your wording, kid!

Lu Ce listened to its voice. It did sound familiar, but he had no intention of arguing with it over something so pointless.

So he did not respond. He merely opened his livestream screen to see whether the audience's perspective contained any useful information.

:It's starting! I skipped class just to watch the big shot's perspective.

:I straight-up quit my job to watch. Once I figure it out, I'm done working this shitty job and joining the game too.

:This is a high-level match. I checked just now—every one of the five players in this instance has cleared a game before. No newbies.

:And aside from this guy, that foreigner over there is also a player who got a perfect clear!

:Now this is going to be good.

:Wait, did I come to the right stream? Why is the big shot's mask a different color from last time?

Lu Ce gave the comments a quick glance and realized that more and more people were following him now.

Being watched did not feel particularly good, but the advantages were obvious. For example, he could always learn information about the people around him very quickly.

A high-level match...

Looks like the people this time might not be as easy to deal with as last time.

Wait, the mask's color?

Reminded by that comment, Lu Ce turned to look at the tin robot. From its mottled metal body, he could barely make out his own blurred reflection.

It was a red mask!

Red (MEIKO)—Gluttony!

Personality effect: An enhanced form of Greed in terms of appetite. Mental confusion. He can eat anything; every disgusting thing in the world will become incomparably delicious in his mouth.

Benefit: Astonishing digestive ability. Everything eaten will be converted into energy, completely offsetting all negative effects.

Side effect: The more he eats, and the more harmful what he eats is, the greater the mental confusion. Furthermore, the energy within his body does not belong to him. If it is not released to a certain extent, he will explode and die.

"Hiss..."

Lu Ce sucked in a sharp breath. He had not expected to be hit with something this big right away.

The Greed Mask from last time had Normal Mode and Overload Mode to choose from. He had not felt much change while in Normal Mode.

But Gluttony was different. Among the seven Sin Mask attributes, it was the only one without a mode selection.

Food and sex were primal desires. Lust and Gluttony were the two with the strongest mental effects—in other words, the greatest negative effects.

But judging from the description, its utility was absolutely insane as well. At this stage, it was definitely a bug-level superpower.

As expected of an S-rank sealed artifact. Its effects and side effects were both top-tier. He still did not know what level its other states and Overload Mode would reach...

Still, high risk meant high reward. That fit this game's principles perfectly.

At least for now, he did not feel any impact on his mind.

All right. I imagine none of you who have come here are ordinary players.

You may get to know one another, or exchange information and familiarize yourselves with each other's abilities.

After all, in a sense, you are both partners and competitors.

"What do you mean?"

After the tin robot finished speaking, the foreigner among the players spoke up. From the earlier comments, Lu Ce knew that this was someone who had achieved a perfect clear.

Exactly what it sounds like. Familiarize yourselves first.

The red light atop the tin robot flashed twice. Then its tracks began to roll, dragging its body toward the door.

"So what's the task in this game?"

Don't rush! Also, you are to address me as Lord Great Tom!

The tin robot seemed quite angered by the player's rudeness. Without turning back, it continued walking away.

Once the door closed, only the five players remained in the damp space of several dozen square meters.

The atmosphere fell silent. Since this was a Hell difficulty game, it was even somewhat oppressive.

The foreigner who had spoken earlier was now frowning tightly as he said in confusion,

"What was the purpose of that robot coming here...?"

"He didn't tell us anything. FUCK!"

"Maybe it came to serve as a mirror," Lu Ce replied as he listened to the man mutter to himself. He touched his mask. "Also, can this international friend understand Chinese? Then why doesn't he speak it?"

After all, the robot had seemingly been speaking Chinese. Or did it sound like English in this foreigner's ears?

The foreigner froze at that, raising his eyebrows with a thoughtful expression. But he only replied casually,

"I don't want to."

Lu Ce ignored him, and the atmosphere fell awkwardly silent again.

"There are five players in this game. None of them look like rookies, so they at least seem somewhat legit.

Though every single one of them looks like they just ate shit, at least they did not start crying for their mothers after hearing it was Hell Mode. That is already pretty decent.

One foreigner looks very arrogant. He seems to understand Chinese but does not want to speak it. His expression makes him look like he is imitating some movie star playing a brooding character.

On the left is a big guy. He looks physically strong, but he is probably a useless player. Still, his physical features are obvious enough that we do not need to remember his name. We can just call him Big Guy.

There is also a woman. Ever since she came in, her eyes have been constantly drifting over everyone. She is probably no pushover either. Still, hopefully she can drop some coins.

The guy on the far right is the most flamboyant. He is a six-foot-three grown man. Everyone else is wearing the game's basic clothes, but somehow he got himself an outfit. He is dressed entirely in red, with patterns on it too. Let's call him Flashy Guy."

Silence...

The man in red whom Lu Ce had called Flashy Guy stiffly turned his neck. The corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at Lu Ce and said,

"Come on, brother... couldn't you just think those things to yourself? Why did you say the narration out loud?!"

Are you sure your intelligence is fine?

How am I flashy? This is the outfit required by my organization, okay?!