Foolish Game of the Chapter 762: The Captured Experimental Consumables

Indeed — the so-called formation core was none other than the Prisoner.

Seeing that the pink-haired girl before him had stopped engaging, the Prisoner contentedly let go of her hand. He was satisfied that he'd recruited yet another player of extraordinary aptitude for his Benefactor.

The last ti he'd felt this kind of hunter's thrill was when he'd run into his brother-in-law at the diocre Person Society.

'Good tis. I wonder how the brother-in-law's doing.'

It wasn't surprising that the Prisoner missed Cheng Shi, because everything he was currently experiencing was still a continuation of that diocre Person Society affair. While Cheng Shi had been out participating in trials, the Prisoner remained mired in the aftermath — inexplicably joining the Torchbearers, inexplicably fighting Lao Deng, then inexplicably discovering a piece of distorted divinity during a trial, and then inexplicably...

Actually, that last one wasn't inexplicable. He'd done it willingly.

The Prisoner was, after all, one of the sixteen Chosen Ones. His instincts were keen. He'd noticed sothing was off about that piece of divinity he'd chanced upon, and his curiosity about what secret lay "painted over" within it grew overwhelming.

That curiosity compounded with each passing trial until, finally, he could no longer resist the urge to peer behind the curtain. He sealed the divinity into his own body.

Under normal circumstances, an ordinary player doing so simply ant they couldn't tell the divinity was tampered with and just wanted to absorb the windfall. But the Prisoner was different — he recognized the problem. He simply wasn't worried about any trap that might await him, and the source of that confidence was the talent system his Benefactor, Silence, had bestowed upon him.

Just as he'd demonstrated when teaming up with Qin Xin and the Blind One to ambush Lao Deng outside the diocre Person Society, he only needed to stand in place to generate an aura of silence that muted every specified target within range.

And that was precisely why Qin Xin and the Blind One had been able to defeat a resourceful Another Day Assassin before the trial even began!

Qin Xin hadn't placed absolute trust in the Prisoner's joining, of course. He knew it was rely a mutual compromise and cooperation. That was why he'd assigned the Prisoner the simple role of a silencing formation during the hunt for the Ti Chosen — afraid that this Silence follower might pull so stunt and bury both him and the Blind One.

But the Prisoner's performance ultimately won Qin Xin's approval for this unreliable new teammate. What nobody expected, however, was that after the special trial, this key collaborator in the Lao Deng hunt would vanish without a trace.

The Prisoner himself hadn't anticipated being yanked by a mysterious force into a completely unfamiliar stretch of reality the instant the trial ended. Fortunately, he'd activated his Silence Domain in advance, intending to continue fighting after the trial.

So the instant he was pulled into this space, his silence aura muted every surrounding array, preventing the machines that captured players from successfully stuffing their latest batch of "experintal material" into the breeding containers they were ant for.

This serendipitous first strike proved to be a stroke of divine genius. It saved this group of incoming players from being controlled, allowed them to band together, and carved a bloody path through a tentacle-infested hellscape to reach this building.

But as everyone knew, peak players had their own agendas, high-scoring players watched each other warily, and low-scoring players hesitated and wavered. How could this ragtag "mob," thrown together without warning, possibly form an effective united front — let alone fight their way out in unison?

A silence aura alone was far from enough for that.

This group also needed an outstanding commander — soone who could bind these scattered grains of sand into a cohesive whole and harness the team's collective power to find the single path of survival through this horrifying world of tentacles.

And that outstanding commander was the golden-haired, golden-eyed "Light of Order" at the center of the formation — the man peak players jokingly called the Chief Grand Secretary... Mo Li!

Yes, Mo Li was here too. And like the Prisoner, he hadn't been captured. He'd noticed the anomaly in the divinity and co to investigate of his own volition.

Unfortunately, he'd overestimated himself this ti. If not for a chance encounter with the Prisoner, this Chief Grand Secretary might well have been carted off by the machines and stuffed into a breeding container as a genuine experintal consumable.

On that note, the Prisoner had actually needled the newly reckless Order Chosen on their way here. His exact words:

"I've seen golden-haired warriors go berserk and puml enemies into the ground, but I've never seen soone specifically dye their hair gold to hand-deliver themselves to the enemy's chopping block. Mo Li, oh Mo Li — you're no Chief Grand Secretary. You're the Chief Grand Chopping Block! Think that little neck of yours can handle all these tentacle axes?"

"..."

If not for the fact that the entire team depended on the Prisoner's silence aura to bypass every array along the way, the black-faced Mo Li would have happily abandoned the Prisoner right there as tentacle food.

rcifully, the Prisoner's chatter eventually found new targets. Once the spotlight shifted, the commander's ntal state recovered slightly, and he led the players to their current breakthrough point.

But the tentacles outside pursued at speed, and after several skirmishes and a handful of losses, Mo Li had no choice but to bring everyone inside the skyscraper, establish a defensive periter, and try to buy ti for a mont's respite.

Every last array blanketing this space had locked down all forms of spatial movent aside from divinity-based entry. The group couldn't tear through the Void to escape. Their only hope was that soone on the outside might notice the anomaly and co to the rescue.

But honestly, Mo Li held out little hope. He knew that in this world — at least in his circles — even Order followers would be hard-pressed to go to great lengths investigating the disappearance of a "friend" they'd rely cooperated with a few tis.

Let alone risk their lives.

Especially as the fighting with the tentacles dragged on and he realized this appeared to be so kind of Birth experint site. The reason he didn't suspect it was a Birth player's lair was that the sheer volu and variety of arrays far exceeded anything a Birth player could wield.

After running through every possibility, only a few figures from Truth and Folly possessed the capability to build such a massive experint site in reality — and to use divinity itself as bait to lure this many people in. Given the magnitude of the operation, the identity of the mastermind hardly needed guessing.

0221!

It could only be him.

But if that was truly the case, things were even worse. Who would risk provoking a figure as enigmatic as 0221 just to save others?

Mo Li fell silent. In fact, during that stretch, nearly everyone was rely clinging to the instinct to survive, never seeing any real hope — until a certain Wood Elf approached him and told him sothing.

And it was that Wood Elf's encouragent that rekindled Mo Li's confidence.

'Soone will co!'

That was what he told himself. Yet he never imagined that the "soone" he'd hoped for would turn out to be... this many soones!

Because right as the entire team was buckling under pressure, casualties mounting and morale sinking, a chorus of startled shouts erupted across the central district.

A swarm of bold players — rallied by a Clown and "bankrolled" by a Behind-the-Scenes Puppeteer — descended like a heavenly army, clutching their admission tickets.

"???

Wait — where the hell did I just land?!"

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