The Mentally Broken Patient, Bloody Game!

Wang Ao spoke, lowering his head slightly, glancing at Lu Ce from the corner of his eye, a hint of smugness in his gaze.

After all, in his experience, no one who came to him wouldn't ask this question.

No matter how crazy or mentally unstable the person in front of him was, he didn't believe they wouldn't be moved by this.

"I can answer you, I can answer you truthfully, as long as you promise me a game..."

At this moment, Jiu Tian's staff, who had been closely monitoring every player's live stream, were all stunned. They all converged on Lu Ce's feed.

They had absolutely not expected that the game, which had been making no progress, would receive such an unexpected turning point here.

[: No... isn't it that simple? He just said it?]

[: Why do I feel like this patient isn't sick at all? He seems like the most normal one.]

[: Everything is relative. Compared to the current Mask Boss, everyone else seems quite normal.]

[: But did the game NPC just casually reveal such crucial information? Or has he met players like this before?]

[: The comment above is a bit chilling if you think about it.]

Listening to Wang Ao's words, almost everyone was excited.

Except for one person...

"Shouldn't you ask a doctor who the most seriously ill person is? What does it have to do with me?"

Lu Ce picked at his ear, saying with a hint of strangeness.

"You... you don't want to ask this?" Wang Ao was completely thrown off. He was now almost certain that the person in front of him was different from anyone he had met.

So, he tried asking, "Bro... are you new here? Are you going to be staying here too?"

"If that's the case, everyone's room seems to be separate. Why are you looking for me..."

Wang Ao's voice carried a hint of impatience and even a bit of grievance.

He had suffered so much torment here, and now someone else had come to torment him today!

"If you really insist that I ask you a question, it's not impossible..."

Lu Ce stroked his chin, musing.

"What?" The red light in Wang Ao's eyes instantly flared up again, and the bloodthirsty desire reappeared.

Hearing Lu Ce's voice, let alone Wang Ao, the audience in the livestream first breathed a sigh of relief.

They thought Lu Ce had truly descended into such madness that he would actually forgo this easily obtainable way to clear the game.

Then, to everyone's anticipation, the Gluttony Mask on Lu Ce's face formed an expression of thought. (Drooling)

Afterward, he leaned forward mysteriously and asked Wang Ao.

"Actually, have you realized something?"

"What?"

"Five characters are actually three characters..."

"Fi... what?"

Wang Ao's mind went blank after waiting for so long, and he couldn't react for a moment.

"Why are five characters three characters? Wait..."

Then, he counted on his fingers for a moment, looked up at Lu Ce with a pained expression, and nodded speechlessly.

"You say that, 'five characters' is indeed three characters. So what?"

"So, six characters are also three characters, right?"

Wang Ao: ...

"So, six equals five!"

His facial expression was numb. He had lived here for so long, and this was the first time he had so desperately wanted to get out of here. He didn't want to stay in this damned place anymore!

Lu Ce didn't expect his answer at all and continued to talk to himself.

"According to this logic, seven also equals five, eight also equals five..."

"1=2=3=4...=0!"

"I've found the unified equation of mathematics!"

"So, eating ten bowls of rice is equal to eating three bowls of rice, which is equal to eating zero bowls of rice, which means not eating, right?"

"I'm a bit hungry..."

At this moment, Wang Ao suddenly lunged forward, grabbed Lu Ce's hand with a sincere expression, and said earnestly:

"Brother, I think you're too sick, sicker than me."

"I don't know why the strange hospital didn't send medicine today. They're really irresponsible."

"Tonight, after you eat my medicine tonight, I think your condition is a bit serious."

"There's an ancient saying, 'Kong Rong yields the pears,' and today, Wang Ao yields the medicine!"

"Wang Ao has completely worn me out. Seriously, is this something a human would even come up with?"

"I feel like my Mask Bro is the only one actually playing the game. He's all about the fun!"

"Poor Wang Ao! Wang Ao's been broken."

After feeling sorry for Kolk and Long Wu, now people are feeling sorry for Wang Ao!

Lu Ce, arguably the world's top cardiologist, has everyone feeling so sympathetic!

"Wait, that's not right!" Wang Ao suddenly released his grip, his eyes flashing with alternating expressions of violence, confusion, and chaos.

I think I'm actually crazy.

What am I doing?

Why do I care about this guy's problem? What's wrong with him?!

I want... I want... Hehehehehe...

As he thought this, Wang Ao's face slowly regained that perverse expression, a vacant grin spreading across his lips as drool trickled down his chin.

"Sir, your problem, I know the answer. I know all the answers."

"However, to know the answer, I have a condition. You have to play a game with me, and then I'll tell you."

This time, Wang Ao's confusion finally took over, preventing him from following Lu Ce's lead.

"What game?" This was also the first time Lu Ce had truly responded to his question.

His eyes flashed with excited red light, as if he had finally arrived on his home turf. He pulled an iron shard from beneath himself.

The shard was covered in mottled rust, but its edges, aside from a few nicks, gleamed with sharp reflections. It was clearly a frequently sharpened blade!

The metallic sheen of the shard reflected the excited glow on Wang Ao's face. This was the core of his illness!

He looked at Lu Ce and said:

"Watch closely."

Then, he placed one hand flat on the ground and began to wildly slash with the knife in his other hand!

The tip of the blade moved up and down, repeatedly striking between the gaps of his five fingers. It moved so fast that it created afterimages.

It was a true dance of the blade's tip!

Yet, his skill was clearly not that good. Amidst the blur of motion, the sounds of flesh being cut and bursts of blood would erupt from time to time, eliciting a satisfied groan from Wang Ao, his excitement growing.

Finally, he stopped. His palm was soaked in blood, staining the ground, the crimson liquid flowing in rivulets.

He held out the blood-soaked iron shard.

"Your turn, one hundred times." As if on his home turf, Wang Ao grinned widely, resembling the Joker from DC movies.

Lu Ce slowly looked up, the mask on his face revealing a wide smile (^____^). He took the blood-stained shard.

"As I said before, Mr. Chen, I love you. And this time, I mean it..."