"Anchoring the story world..."
"Anchor successful!"
"Members of the Zhongzhou Team, please enter the area of the corresponding teleportation beam..."
"Failure to enter the teleportation beam within thirty seconds will be treated as abandoning the mission!"
"Abandon the mission... and you will be executed!"
"Thirty-second countdown begins..."
"Countdown complete!"
"Teleportation commencing... story world..."
This time, the Main God platform was much quieter, but none of the usual ceremony was missing!
Whether it was the Main God's unchanging lines or Zhang Jie and Zheng Zha's tearful, wordless, and painfully reluctant farewells to their respective lovers, it all made Wang Zhen and Tifa furious!
Because according to the process of being sent by the Main God to a story world and then returning, a few hours, days, or even years might pass in the story world, but the interval here in the Main God Hall was only a few seconds. That included the time spent teleporting there and back.
In other words, Zhang Jie and Zheng Zha had barely been sent away before they came right back—without even giving the two beauties, one big and one small, time to wipe their tears and snot!
Then they'd have to put on another show of joy and excitement at being reunited after a long separation. It was ridiculous!
They'd just finished acting out a heart-wrenching farewell a few seconds ago, and now they had to burst into tears of joy at seeing each other again?
Even award-winning actors would need a moment to work themselves up to such a lightning-fast change of expression!
Wang Zhen didn't say anything. Though he was furious, he couldn't exactly blame the two men for it. So he waved goodbye to Tifa and stepped into the teleportation beam.
As the Main God's flat, emotionless electronic voice finished its countdown, three beams of light blazed with a milky-white glow, and the three of them disappeared into it!
Wang Zhen woke up with his head still in his hands, grimacing in pain. The Main God's teleportation was the same old routine: simple and brutal. It knocked people unconscious with a thick, hard club, bundled them up, and sent them on their way. Once they arrived, it swung the club with the same force at the same spot, waking them up in a flash. No side effects whatsoever!
And it let people feel the pain just once. It might be twice as intense, but once was still better than twice!
"Shit! Looks like the last time all the newcomers died really did have consequences! Look at this—this time the Main God sent twenty newcomers. It's trying to leave us with no way out, making us fight for our lives!" Zhang Jie put on a look of utter despair, acting out his misery.
Looking at the old-fashioned Japanese-style rooms around him and the newcomers sprawled all over the tatami, Wang Zhen felt a headache coming on. Most of all, his equally powerful mental strength—especially the innate affinity for darkness and keen senses he possessed as a member of the vampire clan—was warning him that this house was haunted!
And it was a haunted house that had been occupied by an evil ghost for many years. Everything in the house had been tainted by it. Though this wasn't the ghost's domain, it could unleash something like the power of a domain here!
So this was Ju-On?
Ju-On for twenty people?
Interesting!
Even this body could sense the evil ghost's vicious, murderous intent. It seemed the thing had some real power!
After his failed attempt to recruit people during Alien I, and having witnessed all the newcomers' ridiculous antics firsthand, he still remembered that people respected power, not kindness—even though White Moonlight's and Loli's love had already melted his brain.
So unlike last time, he didn't try to gently persuade the newcomers. He simply had them receive the memories the Main God had implanted. Those who could understand and accept this absurd reality could be counted as newcomers. Those who couldn't could fend for themselves.
Seeing Zheng Zha and Zhang Jie organizing the newcomers, Wang Zhen took out one Buren Armor, one Zhanmadao, one Domestic Type 15 Heavy Body Armor, one Domestic Type 56 Submachine Gun, and one Glock G-17 pistol, then laid them out on the tatami in front of him.
"Buren Armor and a Zhanmadao: one set costs 100 reward points. Domestic Type 15 Heavy Body Armor, a Domestic Type 56 Submachine Gun, or a Glock G-17 pistol with five magazines: 200 reward points per set."
"You can take them and use them for now. Pay when we get back to the Main God Hall. These things are disposable; no refunds or repairs if they break."
Very few men didn't like armor, swords, and guns. Even though guns and controlled knives were banned in the country, that couldn't stop people from loving them!
On top of that, Wang Zhen was young and baby-faced. He wore a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses and a trendy denim outfit, with two enormous revolvers hanging at his hips. He had quite the cosplay look. And since cosplay was all the rage in the country these days, a few people who couldn't keep their hands to themselves came over...
Some of them couldn't accept that this was the world of Ju-On, while others had accepted the absurd reality and wanted to get themselves some weapons for protection.
In short, an assortment of scoundrels gathered around the makeshift stall laid out on the mat by Wang Zhen, a former professional killer, and launched into a chaotic, eye-watering spectacle!
One claimed they were all toys and asked to borrow them for a while. Another said they were worthless junk that nobody would make even if you gave them away, and offered to help throw them in the trash. Someone else said they were all fellow townsfolk, and that "when fellow townsfolk meet, tears well in their eyes," so Wang Zhen should give everything to him. Yet another said he was a newcomer with nothing, and would surely die if he faced Ju-On empty-handed, so he wanted to take the weapons for self-defense...
Honestly, if you'd been standing where Wang Zhen was, you'd have understood the joke about one person being as noisy as five hundred ducks!
Taking advantage of others was human nature. When people saw something good, they wanted to make it their own!
In other words, they wanted it for free!
Wang Zhen was no exception. But even he was amazed now, because these people had given him a real taste of the richness and depth of the Chinese language!
Wang Zhen simply smiled without saying a word, watching the clowns talk among themselves. Luckily, they hadn't evolved to the ultimate state of shamelessness yet. They still cared about their dignity, so they only talked and didn't actually take anything!
In the end, perhaps Wang Zhen's increasingly mocking smile got under their skin. One of them was the first to begin evolving. In just a few seconds, he completed his "difficult and arduous" journey, swiftly advancing from a fortune-teller who could only run his mouth to a clown who was good at using his hands!
The clown actually picked up the Domestic Type 56 Submachine Gun!
Then, something strange happened: at some point, both of the clown's hands had been severed at the wrists and dropped onto the tatami!
The clown might have been good at using his hands, but he hadn't reached the level where he could detach his two lively hands from his body and move them around freely!
So he hadn't cut off his own hands. The person in front of him, Wang Zhen, had simply drawn the Zhanmadao from where it lay, cheerfully chopped off both hands, and casually slid the blade back into its sheath!
No one saw a thing!
"Wang Zhen bought the materials for these weapons and equipment and made them himself, with a lot of hard work. If you want to live, you can take them on credit for now. If you don't, then keep your hands off the weapons and equipment in front of him!"
"Think it over. Take something if you want it. If you don't want to pay, don't touch anything! Make up your minds quickly. The story world's about to begin!"
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