Make the Game More Interesting

Wang Ao listened to Lu Ce's insane ramblings by his ear, but he didn't care at all, as if he couldn't hear anything. With a mad smile, he looked at the red mask in front of him and the knife in his hand.

This was his illness, and it was also the source of his sin.

"A hundred times?"

"Yes, a hundred times."

Both of them were laughing heartily, staring at each other, repeating the words to each other, their eyes filled with their respective desires.

Lu Ce hadn't expected that even now, someone would be eagerly offering him suffering points.

As for Wang Ao, he was already immersed in his highest spiritual enjoyment.

He craved blood, torture, and pain, and he didn't care whether the person being tortured was himself or someone else.

He couldn't remember how long he had been here, but he remembered why he had come.

Mutilation, torture, indiscriminate harm – he had long since become a demon on earth.

However, due to his mental illness, he was not executed. Instead, he was locked up here for "treatment."

But here, he suffered torments far more terrifying than death, day after day, year after year.

Yet, he enjoyed it!

He had adapted to everything here, adapted to his own existence.

Moreover, he had encountered people several times who came here to get some so-called "information" from him. He had played with them and tortured them.

Thus, he had been sinking in the abyss of self-torture and torturing others, enjoying it.

Only before, he had always grasped the other party's weaknesses, coerced and threatened them, enjoying their fear and helplessness.

This time... it was a little different.

He had met someone with a similarly severe condition, and he had been driven into mental chaos by the other party just now.

But it didn't matter. When the game began, when the bloody feeling returned to him, he would not feel any fear.

On the contrary, wasn't it more interesting to have such a unique guy fall before him, watching his pain and struggle?

Everyone who came to him had a request, and having a request meant having a weakness...

Slap!

Lu Ce raised his right hand and slammed it forcefully onto the ground, his five fingers spread wide, clearly separated, exposing the gaps.

He held a piece of iron in his other hand, motionless for a long time, as if contemplating something.

Then, he flipped his left hand, turned the iron piece in a different direction, and offered it to Wang Ao across from him.

"What? Scared?" Wang Ao twisted his neck, a smile of expectation on his face, as if mocking him, or perhaps announcing his victory.

Then, he sat up leisurely, licked the wound on his hand, and said:

"I don't know what your purpose is, but I can guarantee this."

"No matter your strength, if you refuse me, your purpose will not be achieved."

"My purpose is to spend more time with you." On the red Gluttony Mask, the same flippant expression remained (～￣▽￣)～.

All seriousness and tension seemed impossible to appear on this mask.

"Here you go," Lu Ce said.

"What?" Wang Ao's eyebrows twitched slightly. "What do you mean?"

"You said it yourself, you go ahead," Lu Ce smiled friendly at him, even gesturing with the blade in his hand, indicating that it was okay.

"I trust you, you're skilled, a hundred times."

Wang Ao's mouth twitched, then his lips curled up wildly, finally erupting into laughter.

"Good, good, no problem."

Then, he took the knife, leaned forward slightly, and whispered into Lu Ce's ear with a smile:

"Your mental fortitude is indeed impressive."

"I like prey like you the most."

"I hope you're ready!"

Then, he took a step back, staring intently at Lu Ce's mask, watching for the slightest change in expression, and then raised his hand high.

With all his might, he forcefully plunged the knife into the back of Lu Ce's hand!

Clang!

The sound of the sharp blade cutting through flesh. Wang Ao didn't follow the game he had described; this stab wasn't aimed at the gaps between his fingers!

The rusty iron piece sank in completely, and blood flowed out. The warm sensation soaked his palm, and Wang Ao could feel the warmth of the blood.

He licked his lips, looking at Lu Ce's face, waiting for a change in his expression.

However, he was ultimately disappointed. The expression on Lu Ce's mask remained unchanged, his body did not tremble. He saw none of the emotions that should have appeared on the other person.

In fact, even at this moment, at the moment his palm was pierced, his hand had not flinched, nor had there been any of the expected muscle spasms.

His hands were still in a relaxed state!

What did this mean?

It proved that the opponent had completely gone against biological instincts, suppressed his own nerve reflexes, and was even completely indifferent!

The smile on Wang Ao's face gradually stiffened. He saw Lu Ce slowly speak.

"One."

Lu Ce's voice was so calm, like a whisper in the dark, wanting to drag him into the abyss.

[Chosen of Suffering, suffering points +2!]

"What, are you going to count?"

"Or is the knife stuck?"

As he spoke, that powerful hand grabbed Wang Ao's wrist and, bit by bit, pulled out his hand, along with the metal shard!

"Or, shall we make the game more interesting?"

Lu Ce's words didn't require a response. As Wang Ao was stunned, his vision suddenly went black.

Lu Ce's other hand covered his face, blinding him.

"Have you played before?"

"Come on, continue!"

Wang Ao, blinded, trembled slightly, letting out a dry chuckle. It was unclear if he had something stuck in his throat.

A complex emotion gripped his heart like a large hand, causing Wang Ao's already muddled mind to become exceptionally chaotic.

And in a place he couldn't see, he didn't know that Lu Ce had also slowly closed his eyes.

[This... is a bit too R-rated.]

[I don't understand, but for some reason, I feel very tense.]

[I think this is like a competition between two people.]

[A competition of the mind. Whoever loses will have their accumulated pathological thinking collapse. In psychology, this is called the over-stimulation effect.]

[The Mask expert didn't fall into the opponent's rhythm but instead used the opponent's method to crush him!]

"Alright," Lu Ce said softly, his voice gentle, "Just like this, ninety-nine more times."

"Continue!"

In the darkness, it was as if an order was given, the game's switch was flipped.