The Food? Kolk Was Numb

So the food Kolk had deliberately left outside for the time being also ended up in Lu Ce's stomach.

As Lu Ce passed the door of Kolk's room, he even glanced over and noticed that the door had been left slightly ajar.

But he did not care about that. What game? Who was Kolk? He had long forgotten.

Just eat!

:Foreign big shot, danger!

:I just checked out this Kolk's livestream. He's pretty capable. He deliberately didn't take the food inside; he had a plan.

:I'm kind of looking forward to his expression...

While Lu Ce was wolfing down food outside, Kolk was inside the room, using his superpower to patiently guide his target.

Kolk was a proud American, but he had every reason to be proud.

He had once been a CIA criminal profiler, proficient in negotiation techniques and psychoanalysis. An honorary professor at Harvard University, he had received all sorts of honors in the criminal investigation field.

With his outstanding credentials, he had looked through a large amount of non-public information after the novice mission, realized the importance of the game, and perfectly cleared his first game.

And now, he was a player with superpowers!

Mental Interference!

In terms of superpowers, he had even gotten ahead of Lu Ce!

With his background, coupled with his current superpower, Kolk felt that getting some information out of a few mental patients would not be a problem.

"How many years have you been here?" Kolk spoke, and to everyone's surprise, his Chinese was fluent!

The game would not allow language barriers within it, but at this moment, he had deliberately chosen to speak Chinese.

"I... can't remember. Three years? Thirty years? Ah..."

Kolk frowned, doing his utmost to interfere with the other's mind as he asked his questions.

Through his earlier patient guidance, using simple, non-threatening questions, he had already basically numbed and controlled the other party.

What he knew now was that the man's name was Long Liu, that he seemed to miss his mother, that he kept muttering about some kind of mission, and that he wanted to eat Yuxiang Shredded Pork.

Especially Yuxiang Shredded Pork—the man kept repeating it over and over for some reason.

"Then what illness do you think you have?" Kolk asked.

"I'm not sick, I'm not sick!" Long Liu shook his head frantically, as though seized by some kind of hysteria. Kolk could also feel himself losing control more and more.

"Alright, alright, sir. We're willing to believe that. Then who here do you think is the most deserving of being called sick?"

"Medicine... no... medicine..." Long Jiu drooled from the corner of his mouth, already incoherent and difficult to control.

Kolk sighed, realizing there was no way around it. He could only withdraw for now.

"Alright, get some rest. I'll go find you something to eat. Your favorite Yuxiang Shredded Pork—I'll bring it to you right away."

With that, Kolk rose directly and walked outside, preparing to get food and medicine.

He had not wanted to do this. He felt that medication and that sort of thing might seriously provoke resistance and dredge up psychological trauma accumulated over the years.

But now, he could no longer control the man through mental influence alone. He could only get the medication first.

Still, he had already drawn the man's consciousness into his rhythm. Other things aside, making that pile of disgusting stuff seem like Yuxiang Shredded Pork to him would not be a problem.

Yuxiang Shredded Pork seemed to be the man's obsession.

Once he satisfied that obsession and got him to take the medicine, he would be able to completely control him. Then obtaining information about this game would become much easier.

Hell Mode... it was nothing special, really. It just looked darker and stranger.

Those other Chinese players probably had not made as much progress as he had.

He did not care whether anyone was slacking off. His purpose in entering the game was to achieve a perfect clear.

In his eyes, cooperation did not exist. Players were competitors. Whoever cracked the game first would gain more benefits, and as those advantages snowballed, they would only grow stronger in the future!

Hell Mode could not scare him!

With that in mind, Kolk walked out the door, his hands in his pockets and the corner of his mouth slightly raised. He looked exactly like a Western version of the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King.

The moment he stepped outside and looked—

The tray was empty?

Huh?! Where was the food?

Kolk froze. This was the first thing since entering the game that had fallen outside his control.

Where was the food? Why was there only a plate left?

Fine, the food was gone—but all the medicine was gone too?

Instinctively, Kolk looked toward the doors of the other rooms. There were so many rooms, only five players in total, and so much food.

He instinctively looked left and right, and his body went rigid.

Nothing. Nothing was left?!

Where had all the food gone?!

"What the f**k?!" Unable to hold it in, Kolk cursed. He looked utterly stunned. Could it be that food not taken into a room simply disappeared in this game?

The earlier game announcement had not mentioned that at all!

And why was the plate still there if the food was gone?

:Hahahahaha! I kind of feel sorry for this guy's expression.

:Who would've thought his teammates were the biggest problem? No matter how brilliant his brain is, he'd never figure out that his teammates ate all that stuff.

:Poor Kolk.

Kolk's game comments were now filled with laughter.

Looking completely dumbfounded, Kolk returned to the room. He no longer had the confidence from a few minutes ago. When he looked up again, his eyebrows began twitching wildly!

Long Liu across from him no longer looked dazed and foolish. His blood-red eyes were now full of ferocity, and the chains around his body creaked. Cracks had even begun to appear in the walls and floor from his scratching!

That strength had completely surpassed human limits. It made Kolk's teeth ache, and he felt as though the man could break free at any moment, charge over, and finish him off!

"Where... is the Yuxiang Shredded Pork?"

"Wait a moment. The Yuxiang Shredded Pork chef is still making it. To give you the best possible taste experience, don't rush." Kolk forcibly calmed himself and tried to steady him. "I'll go urge them again."

With that, he shut the door and hurried out first.

While Kolk was completely numb, Lu Ce had already eaten his way to the end of the circular corridor.

In an open room there, Tom was stationed.

"Have you discovered anything, dear player?"

The familiar mechanical voice sounded, and the metal robot turned its head toward Lu Ce.

"Do you have any food left?"

Tom seemed to have been asked so abruptly that he froze, giving no response for a moment.

"You smell delicious..." Lu Ce continued, but he made no further move. Just as the red light was about to sound, he returned to his room.

After turning around and walking a few steps, he saw Kolk approaching from the opposite direction. Still unwilling to give up, Kolk had come out to gather information and was walking toward the end of the corridor, checking the hospital rooms one by one.

Right in front of him, Lu Ce lifted the canned food in his hand and gulped it down.

As though afraid Kolk would snatch it from him.

Kolk:...