Repair, Growth! The Terrifying Ability of the Gluttony Mask

"Fuck! You son of a bitch!%$#$! (Difficult to translate, please understand.)"

Kolk immediately started cursing. The emotions he had painstakingly accumulated were completely ruined. He had truly never seen a player like this before.

He had been immersed in thought, considering that what was said actually made some sense, and perhaps the person in front of him had some unusual considerations.

But just as he was starting to get serious, the other party said, "Is that breakfast?"

"Why the hell don't you say that's your last meal!"

"Still sick, huh?!"

"What time is it?!"

Without spitting up a mouthful of blood, Kolk's face turned beet red as he pointed at Lu Ce and unleashed a torrent of abuse.

But he really couldn't curse anything out. They were investigating a mental hospital, and one of their teammates turned out to be mentally ill. How could they possibly proceed?

Lu Ce lay on the ground, looking at the furious Kolk, and asked curiously as if seeing him for the first time:

"Oh my goodness, what's wrong? Poor Tom? Is that white cat playing with your feelings again?"

[I am Tom.]

[I am not poor, and you should call me Great Tom!]

From the corner, the tin robot that had previously turned its head added seriously, then turned its head back.

The female player lowered her head speechlessly, feeling a splitting headache.

The big guy immediately started cursing again, resuming his bandaging. He had been so angry earlier that he had coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood.

The entire scene became like a farce.

The previously serious atmosphere was instantly shattered. No one was thinking about anything related to medicine anymore; it was as if everything was the ravings of a mentally disturbed person.

Jiu Tian was also getting a headache. He had initially thought Lu Ce was an extraordinary person who would act in unusual ways and had been contemplating it. Now, it seemed best to stop thinking so much.

He didn't want to end up following the thought process of a lunatic and getting himself killed in this hellish game, because people could really die here.

Leading the team was difficult...

However, recalling what his colleague had said about Lu Ce's top-tier combat power, and realizing that internal conflict was absolutely unacceptable now, he quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, saying:

"Everyone, please calm down. Let's focus on the game and not fight amongst ourselves."

"Huh? Flashy guy in red?" Lu Ce acted as if he had just recognized Jiu Tian.

Jiu Tian's mouth twitched.

Seriously, man, aren't you supposed to be mentally unstable?

How do you still remember this nickname I gave you so clearly!

"Go fuck away from me!" Kolk no longer wanted to say anything more. He coldly left the crowd after uttering those words and sat down far away.

The team was nonexistent. These useless people either couldn't contribute anything or, like that lunatic, were simply a liability!

He could only plan the next steps himself.

Lu Ce also lay on his back on the ground, as if he hadn't heard anything, immersed in his own chaotic world.

He had deliberately called Jiu Tian "Flashy guy in red" just now; it was his way of taking some responsibility for the team.

He was sending a signal—that he hadn't completely lost his mind!

If he didn't allow his mental state to be chaotic, he couldn't get the buffs from the Gluttony Mask. Therefore, he let himself engage in all sorts of irrational actions, indulging his body.

However, he still maintained a fundamental level of rationality. After all, becoming a complete lunatic and being controlled by the mask was unacceptable.

It was just uncertain whether anyone would receive or understand the signal he was sending.

He was now enjoying, experiencing, that feeling of power.

Although the Gluttony Mask had significant side effects, its special power boost, as far as he could tell, far surpassed the Greed Mask!

112 portions of food and seven hundred unknown pills had brought immense energy.

Lu Ce felt as if there was a gunpowder keg inside his body, ready to unleash tremendous power at any moment. His previous "slice through iron" was just a minor display.

Surging energy expanded within his body. Even a slight absorption was repairing his body and increasing his strength.

Previously, when Lu Ce was attacked by Long Wu in the room and allowed himself to be torn apart, he had gained four or five suffering points.

But now, in the eyes of the other players, he was merely someone with torn clothes, and no one noticed he was injured.

This was because his wounds had already completely healed!

The energy accumulated in his body possessed a monstrous recovery ability on these external wounds.

Moreover, his Strength had now increased from 24 to 25!

To be precise, all his attributes, except Spirit, had increased by one point!

This was not due to his own stat allocation but the terrifying effect of the Gluttony Mask. Even a tiny bit of that potent energy absorbed by his body had yielded such results.

He intended to enjoy this mask fully, as long as he maintained his baseline rationality; the apparent chaotic thoughts were nothing.

And, perhaps it was because his chaotic thoughts resonated with this place...

He always felt that with this chaotic and muddled state of mind, he could actually consider many things more clearly…

Like those medicines, like these people.

The argument ended, and there was still some time before lunch.

Kolk stood facing the wall, contemplating something alone. Lu Ce also lay on the ground, motionless. No one knew what these two perfect clear players were planning.

Jiu Tian tried to start conversations a few times, hoping to see if there was any new information or what their plans were.

However, there were few responses. During the previous breakfast, the common information everyone received was that the patients would calm down relatively if they took their medicine, and that the patients would say they weren't sick.

This was very characteristic of mental illness.

This kind of information didn't help much with the mission's progress. Jiu Tian hesitated for a moment and finally shared some information of his own.

"My patient said something to me. Besides saying he wasn't sick... he also said he was innocent."

"I don't know if it's useful, but please feel free to use it as a reference."

The big guy and the woman didn't react, but Kolk and Lu Ce, who was lying on the ground, clearly perked up.

[Lunch is about to begin. Everyone knows the rules, so be prepared.]

Time passed. The large door opened again, and the tin robot, Tom, rolled out of the room on its treads.

[Lunchtime begins. Players, please start the game!]

Kolk slowly opened his eyes and walked towards the door.

In the history of international medicine, there has never been a fixed standard for classifying the severity of mental illnesses.

Yet, here, they had to find the most severely ill person. Currently, all the patients claimed they weren't sick.

It seemed he needed to change his approach...

Thinking this, he turned his head and looked at Lu Ce.