329: Chapter 317: Participating in the Festival 329: Chapter 317: Participating in the Festival As the Corpse Mover’s brain was placed into the cranial cavity, Luo Di could distinctly feel the brain imdiately taking root inside the skull, growing nerve-like roots at the base that connected to the whole body.
This frail and weak body was rapidly strengthened under the influence of the brain.
The muscle tissues of the Corpse Mover quickly bulged, after all, digging graves and carrying corpses every day left quite pronounced signs of training.
The physical strength was approximately equivalent to Luo Di during his senior year of high school; this kind of instantaneous growth of the body was an experience Luo Di had never had before.
It seems that in this play, the brain is everything; once installed, the body will display its relevant characteristics.
And it wasn’t just the enhancent of the body,
After becoming a “brainer,” Luo Di’s head structure also began to change.
Firstly, the once open cranial structure closed up; as the brain took root, the skull grew back and completely sealed, and also sprouted a head of black hair in a short ti.
Following that, this faceless corpse began to grow facial features,
Except the eyes beca like that of a Corpse Mover, without eyeballs, but rather filled with grave moss and teeming with worms.
Luo Di did not feel uncomfortable with this structure; on the contrary, he felt refreshed by the fullness in his eye sockets.
Feeling the worms wriggling among the grave moss, there was a sensation similar to an eye massage, with each worm that erged acting as an eye, providing a field of vision.
When more than ten worms erged, the visual capabilities peaked and the images turned to color.
Luo Di demonstrated high adaptability throughout the acceptance process and was already eager to embark on the next killing spree.
“Because I have experienced physical zombification before, am I highly adaptable to this kind of body?
Or is it that brain implantation inherently allows to integrate quickly?”
Luo Di picked up a shovel and swung it in the air to test it, his strength increased more than twice, easily capable of smashing these wooden barrels to pieces.
He was reassured by this level of physical fitness.
Furthermore, Luo Di found an exquisitely crafted tal box among the clothing of the corpse.
Inside was a uniquely shaped special syringe, with a brass forged spiral tube, fleshy piston, and a thick needle head glaring with a cold glint.
The entire structure was quite sturdy and would not be damaged even if subjected to violent impacts.
It was after obtaining all of the Corpse Mover’s possessions that a familiar voice ca again:
≮All brainers please take note!
Please proceed to the town area within half an hour to participate in the annual grand festival.
Use your most despicable, dirtiest, cruelest ans to plunder the brains of other participants.
When only the final ten persons remain, you will be invited to the city center to partake in the final banquet.≯
“So kind of battle royale?
It does fit the characteristic of an Evil Play.”
Upon reflection, when he first found this Corpse Mover, indeed the individual was acting strangely, continuously hitting their head inside the tool room, even smashing the skull completely.
Perhaps it was out of fear of participating in the festival, afraid of having the brain taken away.
Luo Di, however, seed sowhat excited; he seed to already understand the ultimate purpose of this play.
“The Hell Item in the Evil Play isn’t handed over directly like the Spine, but rather through one’s performance in the play, continuously improving one’s own brain with the syringe, ultimately constructing a unique ‘Ga Brain’.
I wonder, if I, as a Spine and also a Hell Monk, eventually win, what would happen?
Would I also be granted a Ga Brain…
Receiving Hell’s Brain might further enhance the link with the Corner system.”
Luo Di found it strange to imagine the pituitary borne by Hell’s Brain, and he was completely imrsed in the play, not resting at all as he got to his feet to set out.
Luo Di prepared to leave this wooden hut that no longer had any value, shouldering the shovel.
Although there were no garnts or mirrors here, Luo Di could roughly picture his current appearance.
Pitch Black Leather Jacket, shovel over the shoulder, corpse-pale, moss in the eye sockets.
It made him seem like a Pseudo-Person, yet for so reason, he felt an inexplicable exhilaration.
Before leaving, he suddenly stopped, rembering sothing.
Up next, he would need to confront one despicable and sinister participant after another in the guise of a Corpse Mover; they wouldn’t fight head-on like a Spine but would use the most underhanded tactics to achieve victory.
With many participants involved in the festival,
Luo Di’s fighting style could easily draw the attention of those people, naturally making him susceptible to ambushes.
Therefore, he needed to confirm one thing.
He rolled up his tongue, pressed it against his palate, and tapped hard.
Tap!
The crisp sound of a tongue click spread, and his brain beca clear as well.
Luo Di revealed a satisfied smile, continuing along the straight cobblestone road.
His walking stride grew increasingly rough, his neck bent, slightly leaning forward with each step feeling abnormally heavy.
The Murderer’s traits were prominent in this temporary body, devoid of any temperant related to the Evil Play.
No hiding, no crawling, no shielding,
he just swaggered down the road like that.
If carrying the tal spade on his shoulder beca uncomfortable after too long, he would drag it across the ground, deliberately allowing tal to collide with the uneven road surface, making noise as if intent on thoroughly rousing this silent place.
Luo Di could distinctly feel nurous eyes watching him from within the woods, but for various reasons, they did not attack.
After roughly traveling two kiloters,
the worms squird between the moss-filled eye sockets, Luo Di finally saw a town resembling a European dieval settlent, accompanied by the periodic tolling of bells, indicating that the ceremony had already begun.
The road ahead was blocked by an openwork gate, with equally tall spiked walls extending on both sides, enclosing the town within.
Of course,
such ordinary height of a gate and walls could not stop Luo Di.
A slight step on the openwork gaps allowed him to climb over without making any extra noise.
Quietness is crucial for the upcoming grand escape, allowing participants to hide in the dark and slowly hunt until only ten remained.
But Luo Di did not do that.
He did not want to change his pattern of behavior just because of the play’s arrangent.
If it was indeed a play, then there must be watchers, experiencing emotional fluctuations during the watch and even giving reviews after the watch.
Luo Di had a similar “performance experience” in the Underground Fighting Hall, where he rembered the excited expressions the audience displayed due to fighting, shouting the na [D].
If the Evil Play had a civilization developnt sowhat similar to humans, then their brain functions and emotional fluctuations should also be alike.
Therefore, Luo Di also wanted to bring the sa thing to the audience watching the play here.
He raised the tal spade vertically, making a chopping gesture.
Aiming at the lock chain in the center of the Iron Gate!
Clang!
Following a clear sound of tal collision, the broken lock chain fell to the ground, and the gate opened wide.
Such a loud noise was naturally heard by many entities hiding in the dark, each revealing a puzzled expression, not understanding why soone would make such a huge noise.
So participants, cautious, did not follow the sound; they did not want to add extra variables and continued to maintain the state of hunting in the shadows.
Others sensed an opportunity, quickly heading towards the gate area.
The tallic collision sound seed to emanate from a battle of equals; perhaps they could intervene secretly and snatch two brains at once.
So crawled, so wriggled,
so hid in the shadows, so lurked underground.
When they arrived at the side door of the town where the noise ca from, the scene before them was surprising.
There was no fierce battle between two contestants as expected, nor was there any strong brainer coming to town.
There was only a very ordinary Corpse Mover, whose brain scent also felt extrely commonplace, even with a hint of a rotten, low-quality odor.
It was this Corpse Mover who had used his specialty excavation tool to break the iron gate’s lock chain, creating the loud noise.
Just as many thought this Corpse Mover was deliberately seeking death,
a poison needle shot out rapidly from an unseen Corner, targeting the Corpse Mover who had just entered the town.
Although the opponent’s brain was of poor quality, it was still classified as a brain.
Participants here were not picky eaters; drawing even a little brain essence would benefit them in joining the final feast.
Just as the poison needle was about to hit, the Corpse Mover suddenly stopped, the needle grazing just past the tip of his nose…
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