What Level Is Hell Game at Now?

Liu Zheng walked up to the middle elevator and carefully examined the mask on its doors.

The mask showed no reaction to his unabashed stare, looking like nothing more than a lifeless object.

"The seventh floor, right?"

He pressed the up button.

Just as Liu Zheng had expected, the angry man's mask opened its mouth.

Its mouth stretched wider and wider until it swallowed even the walls around the elevator doors, revealing a pitch-black hole.

Had he not known it was an elevator, he might have mistaken it for some hidden passageway.

Liu Zheng turned his head and saw that Thirteen Yao had already taken the elevator and left.

Thirteen Yao definitely knew he had gone up before Liu Zheng, yet he had simply told Liu Zheng to wait for him at the elevator.

Either Thirteen Yao could control the elevator's speed, or the two elevators had different speeds to begin with.

Setting aside his speculation, he stepped into the man's mouth.

The hard sensation beneath his feet surprised Liu Zheng somewhat.

He had thought it would feel more like the Delivery Passage, something close to flesh and blood.

As he walked forward, he stretched out his hands and groped around, but he did not touch anything.

That was within Liu Zheng's expectations. Most buildings in Metropolis seemed to possess spatial-folding capabilities.

He had no idea whether this technology was widespread throughout Metropolis, or whether it was simply an inherent trait of its buildings.

"Since you invited me in, why hide yourself? If there is something you want, you might as well say it."

Liu Zheng suddenly spoke.

He treated all such strange auxiliary structures as conscious entities.

If they were conscious, then communication was the first thing to try.

If communication failed, then he could try deciphering the rules