Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 338: Is this a plot invented by carbon-based creatur

"No way..."

"Is there really a door here?!!!"

Standing at the doorway, Ayin looked at the now completely empty sofa.

Then he turned to look at the huge hole in the wall that Mia had just pointed to as the door, which had now collapsed and shattered, his expression full of confusion and disbelief!

His wife had been taken away again!

The chat barrage went wild with laughter—

'Mia: See? I didn't lie to you, right?'

'Hahahaha damn! So the door is just smashing through the wall?'

'There were no doors in the world until walls were broken through, then there were doors'

'Lu Xun: Yes, I said that, what about it? (smoking)'

'Huh?'

'Redefining the concept of [door]'

'Good news: wife hasn't changed; bad news: wife is gone'

'Just got my wife back, haven't even ward her up yet, and bam, she's gone!'

'Li—Xuan—i—'

'Wrong grave, brother...'

......

Ayin was completely stunned!

Actually, just monts ago, with Mia joining him, the two moving forward together had diluted much of the fear.

But they hadn't even been happy for two minutes!

In the blink of an eye!

Mia was gone!

In the deathly silent basent, the fear of loneliness and helplessness enveloped him once again.

The dim yellow kerosene lamp flickered in the small room. Whether it was Golden Wind's intentional design or not, Ayin felt the chilling sensation sweeping over him again.

"This... I..."

Standing still for a mont, Ayin finally mustered his courage, crept to the edge of the smashed hole in the wall, and cautiously peeked outside:

"Oh—not bad, not bad, it's not a particularly large space."

Walking out through the wall hole, after a narrow corner, an upward staircase appeared before Ayin.

Just as he said, the space behind the wall was very small, with only this one upward path.

Creak—

The wooden staircase hadn't been maintained for who knows how many years, making groaning sounds when stepped on.

A chilling wind arose from nowhere, blowing across Ayin's spine, 'helping' him open the small wooden door at the top of the stairs.

Squeak—

Rumble—

The lights outside emitted a dim, pale glow.

Outside, a heavy rain was now falling, with rolling thunder accompanying the rapid, dense raindrops beating against the crossbar-covered windows, creating a pattering sound.

Entering the corridor, a musty, aged sll hit him head-on.

Peeling, yellowed wallpaper, dim wall sconces emitting faint light, a long corridor stretching beyond sight—

Faced with this scene!

Ayin couldn't help but take a deep breath, press his back against the corridor wall, and let out a forceful shout:

"I play your damn ga—!!!"

This was literally like returning to PT!

This corridor, these lights, this wallpaper, this weather!

It wasn't just sowhat similar to PT—it was exactly identical to PT!

"Hey, if you're going to do this, I'm really not playing anymore!"

Ayin was so scared his Tianjin accent ca out:

"Are you seriously just stitching everything together?"

"Don't you want people to play your ga properly!"

"If we're returning to horror, at least return to Escape, but you've gone straight to PT—who the hell can play this...... Thank you [Brave Brave My Friend] for the super...."

A super chat!

Boss accepts fate!

Actually, besides being eerie and creepy, there didn't seem to be anything else in the corridor. Old Thief had shown a tiny bit of rcy after all, not recreating Lisa's classic lights-out kill.

In fact, in the corridor, Ayin even found a map—

With the map, the entire first floor layout beca clear.

At the ga's start, he had entered through the back door, passed through the kitchen, entered the basent through the hidden passage in the living room fireplace, then ca up to the long corridor via the eastern staircase.

"Ahead is... the bathroom?"

Following the map, Ayin moved forward and pushed open the bathroom door.

Here, he found two bottles of this Resident Evil installnt's dicine—first aid ds.

Different from the spray in previous gas, this installnt's first aid dicine needed to be poured out to use.

Map, dicine.

The Resident Evil flavor seed to be gradually returning. Now, Ayin just needed a small handgun.

But!

Ayin wasn't exactly happy about this.

Because as everyone knows!

"Before a big battle, there must be supplies,"

Ayin took a deep breath:

"If they give us dicine, we'll definitely have to test it. Ahem, the situation might not be looking good..."

Before he finished speaking!

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly! Knocking sounds ca from the corridor outside!

Instantly, Ayin felt goosebumps all over his body!

The knocking was so urgent.

It was less "knocking" and more "pounding."

Bang bang bang!

Short! Urgent! Pressing! Full of tension!

Ayin had been about to open the bathroom door to go out, but hearing the knocking, his whole body froze!

The viewers were equally tense—

"Damn, this knocking sound is really otherworldly"

"This really isn't ant for humans to play, is it?"

"Old Thief really understands atmosphere building, always using the simplest thods to create the most terrifying atmosphere"

"My assessnt is five years of underworld work experience"

"Other gas co from inspiration, Golden Wind gas co from the spirit hall"

"The entire company's dical records stacked together are thicker than the Xinhua Dictionary..."

......

After calming down for what felt like ages!

Ayin finally managed to sowhat settle his panic, pushing the bathroom door open a crack—

The pounding beca clearer, obviously coming from the basent door.

Ayin moved forward without speaking, every nerve in his body tense!

However!

Just as he was almost holding his breath, about to pull open the basent door!

The knocking stopped.

Even the rain outside gradually quieted.

Like temporary deafness from extre tension, a thin veil seed to cover his ears.

The hollow sound, identical to PT, completely enveloped Ayin.

Only his rapid breathing and drum-like heartbeat could be faintly heard in the silent corridor.

Heart rate and blood pressure both showing warning red.

Click—clack—

Ayin held his breath and pulled open the basent door.

A dark, chilling wind surged up from the abyss-like darkness below, making him shiver involuntarily.

A strange, eerie giggling sound faintly ca from the bottomless downward staircase.

The weak flashlight beam seed swallowed by darkness, visibility only one or two ters ahead.

Half step forward, the giggling sound grew closer.

Another half step forward, the giggling sound ca even closer.

And the next second.

With the weak flashlight beam.

A woman with a bizarre figure, crawling on all fours like Kayako, appeared on the old wooden staircase, slowly crawling toward Ayin—

"This is..."

Ayin's mind went blank:

"Wif... wif... wife?"

Bzzzt.

The flashlight flickered.

Ayin stepped back half a step.

Then, a lightning flash of realization in his mind!

Holy shit sothing's wrong!

Wife has mutated!

But at that mont!

Bzzzt.

With another flashlight flicker!

Ayin watched as Mia's twisted figure, like a startled gecko, moved with an extrely bizarre posture, lightning-fast across the staircase, arriving before him in the blink of an eye!

A twisted face with bulging veins suddenly appeared before Ayin!

The once calm and beautiful Mia was now filled with an indescribable madness and terror, her eyes bloodshot with strange intensity!

Ayin's terrified scream didn't even have ti to form!

He only felt a tightness around his neck!

A trendous force hit him, and he was thrown flying by Mia's grip on his neck, landing with a thud on the corridor floor!

But before the terrified Ayin could get up, he saw Mia seemingly teleport before him again!

"Hey hey hey! Holy shit—no no no!!!"

Now, Mia held a sharp knife, stabbing straight toward his face!

In panic, Ayin hurriedly raised his hands to block!

"Hey hey hey hey—holy shit holy shit holy shit! God damn it holy shit!!!"

Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab!

The sharp knife tip stabbed down right before Ayin's eyes!

The blade cut through flesh, blood flying everywhere!

A numb, stinging sensation washed over him as Ayin watched his hands get torn apart!

As Mia raised the knife high again, he instinctively reached out to block, and heard a sickening thud!

The knife tip actually pierced straight through his palm, stopping just before his face amidst crimson blood!

"My hand! Hand hand hand holy shit my hand! Get the fuck away!"

Ayin's blood pressure and heart rate shot straight into the red zone!

Truly terrified numb!

Those familiar with being chased know that no terror in the world compares to the oppressive fear brought by the threat of death.

Human fear originates from the unknown, and the fundantal source of unknown fear is death.

Infinitely close to death, that adrenaline-fueled fear even made Ayin tremble uncontrollably!

Kicking Mia away, Ayin turned and ran!

But before he could take two steps, a roar sounded behind him as Mia scrambled up from the ground and charged at him with the knife again!

Whoosh—Thud!!!

As Ayin desperately grabbed the blade, warm crimson blood flowing between them, both their hands trembled, putting all their strength into the struggle!

"You—how—are you so strong damn—!"

Thud!

As Ayin twisted the knife!

A flash of blade light!

The sharp edge completely shredded his already mangled hands!

And now the viewers were also stunned—

"Holy! Shit!"

"So painful damn! I'm already feeling phantom pain!"

"Hand—!!!"

"How much resentnt does Old Thief have against hands! Why does he have to torture the protagonist's hands like this in every ga!"

"Ahhhhh my king's power!"

"Can't take it damn this segnt's tension is maxed out, I'm already feeling phantom pain"

"Ethan is a real tough guy! If it were I'd have been stabbed to death long ago..."

"Holy shit this is really terrifying..."

......

Amid the viewers' discussions, the shaken Ayin looked up to see that Mia seed to have returned to normal.

She painfully grabbed her own hair, using all her strength to slam her head against the wall!

[I feel... she's going to return to my body again...]

Thud!

[Get out! Get out! Stay away from !!!]

Thud!

[I've done bad things, I deserve this...]

Thud!

With blood splattering on the wall!

With a dull thud, Mia finally couldn't support herself and collapsed unconscious on the ground.

"Whew—whew—holy shit—"

Still shaken!

Pure Black looked at his ruined hands, breathing heavily!

Looking at the unconscious Mia on the ground, he wanted to cry but had no tears:

"Wait... you deserve this but I don't, sis..."

"Please let go... can we just get a divorce?"

Can't save her at all!

This plastic marriage has reached its end. Whoever wants to save this wife can do it, because I certainly can't.

As he spoke!

Pure Black also followed the prompt to unscrew the first aid dicine and pour it on his hands.

Splash—

"What! The! Fuck?!"

With a shocked cry!

Pure Black watched as the torn, mangled wounds on his hands automatically healed, truly a contemporary dical miracle!

"Huh?"

The viewers were also shocked, laughing hysterically on the spot!

"d! Ical! Mir! Acle!"

"Just wash your hands and it's better?"

"Holy shit this is first aid?"

"This hand sanitizer is really fucking invincible"

"With this stuff, who would still research viruses? Umbrella should just switch to selling hand sanitizer"

"With this thing, Ethan would be ridiculously powerful!"

"'Hand Sanitizer War God'"

"Let just wash my hands then I'll kill all of you!"

"Hahahahaha damn this is too absurd..."

......

However!

Just as players thought this hand sanitizer was the peak of this ga's absurdity!

As Mia stood up from the ground like a ghost, even more absurd impacts followed one after another!

"Stay—away from —!!!"

The risen Mia seed to be controlled again by the "her" in her mind!

Grabbing Pure Black by the collar and throwing him hard!

Crash!

The fragile wooden wall instantly smashed into a large hole!

Pure Black was actually thrown by Mia into the next room!

Shing!

Mia pulled the sharp knife from the wall.

And Pure Black found an axe by his hand.

This completely unexpected developnt left Pure Black at a loss for words, could only open his mouth and let out a Golden Wind player's universal exclamation—

"Huh???"

But before his words could land!

Mia was already charging over!

In that lightning-fast mont, Pure Black had no ti to think, letting out a fierce shout: "Hiyah—!!!"

Thud!

Mia's knife sliced through his arm, while his axe chopped into his wife's shoulder!

Then, both ard with weapons, they fought in a chaotic lee, blood flying everywhere!

For a mont, blade flashes filled the room as the once-loving couple fought fiercely!

I give you an axe chop, you stab with a knife, the restricted-level scene splattered with blood, extrely brutal!

The viewers were dumbfounded!

"How did we fast-forward to dostic violence???"

"This is practically fast-forwarding to today's legal comntary! You call this dostic violence?"

"Hand Sanitizer War God battles mutated wife, this is so damn hilarious hahahahaha—"

"What the fuck? What the fuck!"

"So the wife I've been longing for for three years is just here for a hardcore dostic violence PK?"

"Is this fucking plot sothing carbon-based lifeforms could co up with?"

"I thought this ga just combined PT's eeriness with Escape's tension, but I never expected, never expected it would also incorporate Who's the Daddy's abstract family thes!"

"Golden Wind gas, specializing in [family harmony]"

"That's just how us Butter players are..."

'First there was [father-son affection], now there's [marital harmony]'

'Hard to imagine Old Thief and CEO Ou's daily ntal state?'

'So bizarre! Gonna play a bit more!'

'Hahahaha though it's so absurd, it looks really fun damn...'

'Indeed, it has horror when needed, thrills when needed, excitent when needed, bizarreness when needed, and crucially it has both Resident Evil style and Old Thief's personal touch, really hard to say it's not fun...'

'Scared crazy one second, laughing crazy the next'

'.....'

Amid the viewers' discussions!

Crunch!

With the final axe accurately chopping into Mia's neck.

Instantly, the chaotic sounds of fighting disappeared.

Pure Black watched as Mia's face transford again from violent rage with bulging veins back to her calm, beautiful appearance:

[Ethan... I... love you...]

Thud.

Mia's body collapsed to the ground.

And Pure Black, who had just killed Mia with his own hands, ca back to his senses from the earlier frenzy, montarily at a loss:

"Hey... I... didn't..."

"I didn't just kill my wife right at the start, did I...?"

"But... this... wasn't I here to find my wife?"

"What kind of ga is this?"

"Huh?"