133: Chapter 127: Masks and Pig Heads 133: Chapter 127: Masks and Pig Heads [Mingwang City.
Investigation Bureau.
Files Processing Room]
Over two hundred employees, also affiliated with rcury Group, were efficiently processing files here.
Among them, a woman with golden wavy, curly hair, puffing on a Lady Cigarette and adorned with earrings and a tongue ring, was typing rapidly on a typewriter, effectively handling all kinds of “human”-related docunts.
Her desk was also equipped with three buttons labeled [Green], [Yellow], [Red].
She was responsible for the initial assessnt of the files,
but she paused for a mont when she got to a file; the mask in the character’s photo was uncomfortable to look at even with just one glance.
This character file ca from a grey area where wearing masks is permitted.
Included were detailed dical reports, as well as the na registered for this person—[Mr.
D]
She imdiately cross-referenced the recent visitors, psychiatric patients, new prison inmates from Border City Prison, and immigration files, but sure enough, there was no match for any of them.
However, Mr.
D’s referrer, [Isabella], did have detailed personal information available,
a local, a high-ranking official of a certain company, and also a senior mber of Eden.
The initial assumption was that this mysterious Mr.
D might be a special fighter secretly trained by this mber for participation in fighting competitions.
Many of the social elite involved in betting on fights would privately train participants in improper ways.
Ultimately, this file was classified as yellow (requiring attention), and follow-up monitoring will continue.
…
[Underground Eden.
Fighting Hall]
Mr.
D has passed the qualification verification and has beco a fighter, with relevant information submitted to the person in charge here.
Whether it was the character features, weapons category, or the physical data given by the dical examination, all were top grade.
Such a high-quality participant is very rare, proper arrangent is bound to stir up the audience’s enthusiasm greatly, and further enhance the influence of the Fighting Hall.
Inputting Mr.
D’s information into the computer for automatic matching, several suitable Pseudo-Persons were quickly suggested.
In the rest area,
Luo Di was fiddling with a newly acquired “unstable prop,” with all his attention on it, but his expression beneath the mask was not good.
It seed that the prop in his hand was hard to control, or perhaps his spirit was suffering from an adverse effect.
A staff mber suddenly jogged over, “Mr.
D, your qualification review has passed, and we’ve matched you with a comparable opponent, your debut match is up next.”
Luo Di’s eyes were still fixed on the prop in his hands, and he asked with so difficulty from beneath his mask:
“Is there anything I need to pay attention to, or any rules?”
“Fight to the death until your opponent is dead.”
“What benefits do I get if I win the match?”
“You don’t know the victory rules yet?
Don’t worry, our treatnt of the victor is very high, especially for the human on the weaker side.
If you can win, you will receive the following rewards:
1.
3% of the money earned from this match.
2.
The Pseudo-Person you killed will be auctioned for their pituitary imdiately, and you will receive 10% of the auction proceeds.
3.
If you win three consecutive matches, the prop in your hand will belong to you entirely, and our hall will create a character column and related promotional advertisents for you, greatly boosting your fa.
4.
Win five consecutive matches, and the rcury Group will enter into a deep contract with you, even if you don’t want to fight anymore, the group will directly hire you as a talent.
Of course, you can also choose to keep fighting.”
“Got it.”
“Then please, Mr.
D, rest well.
I’ll co to notify you before it’s ti for you to go on stage.”
Among these rewards, the only one that interested him was the third.
However, the fighting competition itself was a good thing for him, not only could he supplent the Spine with nutrition, but he might also use this to get a foothold that leads to the Sisterhood.
To understand the team leader further, the Sisterhood is a must-visit.
Moreover, in Luo Di’s eyes, the deeply hidden Sisterhood is the real target he wishes to hunt—a place where every Core Sister is exceptionally good Food.
“The team leader clearly intends to guide towards the Sisterhood and to co into deeper contact with the organization; she must have unspeakable secrets herself.
In any case, such an opportunity is rare; just fight well in the first match.”
As Luo Di fell into contemplation, shifting his attention away from the surface of the prop,
Snort!
A strong and powerful pig’s squeal pierced his brain, disrupting his thoughts.
Compelling him to turn his attention back to the prop in his hand,
a Pig Slaughter Knife that looked quite ordinary and unremarkable.
This short weapon was even shorter than the Zombie Blade he had before, aning it required even closer combat distance to fight.
Currently under the white light in the resting room,
the smooth blade surface reflected Luo Di’s mask worn on his face,
But unlike reality, it also projected an additional pig head apparition on his arms, currently squealing non-stop and making a loud racket.
…
In the fully enclosed Octagonal Cage.
A heart-stopping “Fighting Match” had just concluded, with the cleaners quickly dealing with the residues inside the arena.
The host, dressed in a tailcoat and wearing a smiling mask, made his appearance,
His voice naturally amplified throughout the venue, clearly audible to all.
“Ladies and gentlen!
After our backstage screening, tonight we have added an extra Fighting Match.
The contestant on the Human side is provided by a distinguished senior mber of Eden, a newcor to the Fighting Hall, [Mr.D].
Based on our preliminary examination of this individual, the opponent we have matched him against is a popular player who has secured two victories and has completely dismantled his opponents in each match.
[Dark Night Hunter—William Powers]!!!”
As the host shouted this na, the odds for the impromptu match were projected.
The odds for Mr.D against Dark Night Hunter were 2.4:1.3
Humans against Pseudo-Persons, the chance of losing is indeed higher, especially with a rookie contestant.
Moreover, this rookie is up against the Dark Night Hunter, who has had impressive performances in the past.
Most people chose to bet on the Pseudo-Person,
So audience mbers, considering that the newcor was recomnded by a mber, might have sothing unique about him, hence they conservatively placed the minimum bet on this Human.
In the mbers’ box area,
The foreman naturally placed the largest bet on Luo Di, with Shea seated beside him doing the sa.
As the betting concluded, the related tickets were quickly distributed to each audience mber by robots.
The atmosphere was visibly weaker than the previous match
Most people preferred the fighters who had made a na for themselves, as they could at least guarantee the spectacle of the match.
These mber-sponsored matches often ended up being unequal, and perhaps the Human side would quickly be slaughtered.
The spotlight fell between the Octagonal Cage,
The host raised his arm,
“Ladies and gentlen, let us warmly welco the fighter of this match, William Pow…ers!!!”
From the right corridor of the Octagonal Cage,
Two security guards wearing copper masks, using their binding devices, ushered on stage a middle-aged man covered only by rags over his privates.
Unkempt shoulder-length hair, dense body hair, a vacant gaze.
This individual seed to be incapable of absolute self-control, needing shackles to make his appearance.
Once the match began, the shackles on his body would automatically unlock.
As this person entered, cheers from William’s fans also resonated from the audience.
When the cheering subsided, the host stretched his arm towards the other side, “Next, let us welco the Human fighter, a newcor making his debut on the stage, Mr.D.”
Only a few mbers of the audience cheered, and even this applause didn’t last long before abruptly ceasing.
Nearly all spectators, even those not favoring Mr.D, threw their gaze towards him, drawn by sothing.
The newcor’s appearance was quite special.
Especially the mask on the newcor’s face, which imperceptibly emanated a sense of Fear and pain.
This was a mask they had never seen before,
Its cold white tone set against so black vertical lines,
At the position corresponding to the eyes of the mask, there were only two small concave circular holes, perfectly fitting the size of the wearer’s eyeballs.
The mask’s mouth resembled a cracked and parched Seam, giving off a very dry feeling, describable as a ‘mouth seal’.
Embedded within this opened mouth seal were small Hook-like structures, which were completely inserted into the wearer’s lips, closely spaced, bringing an intuitive sense of phantom pain to the audience.
The depths of the mouth seam were pitch black, and if there wasn’t enough light, nothing could be seen.
As the audience watched intently, they could faintly hear the sound of tongue clicking,
And from sowhere unknown, the sound of squealing pigs,
At this mont, quite a few spectators were already regretting their bets.
Mr.D’s body was wrapped in a long, oversized coat, stepping into the Octagonal Cage with heavy Oxford shoes.
“Is that a kitchen knife?
How are you supposed to hack soone with such a short weapon?”
So audience mbers also quickly noticed that Luo Di was actually holding sothing resembling a household kitchen knife, not at all like a weapon fit for battle, let alone for facing a Pseudo-Person.
The cage chanism started, and the iron cage closed.
William’s binding device was simultaneously released,
Sounds of bones cracking, flesh ripping were heard,
Body hair growing wildly,
Arms lengthening,
Spine elongating,
Muscle mass increasing,
The facial bones splitting directly from the center, protruding out a terrifying wolf’s head.
A Werewolf with a body length of 2.5 ters was fully revealed.
Watching such a thrilling transformation process, the audience’s emotions were also driven to a climax,
The battle began!
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