Chapter 734 -3 Simple and Easy_2
Jason had seen quite a few people like this.
But him?
He definitely didn’t want to beco such a person.
Not only pitiful but also frustrated.
Of course, what made him more vigilant was the ‘worldview’ of this ‘replica world’.
It seed…
...
Unusually twisted.
As Jason thought this, he walked down the hallway towards the next cell.
Click!
In the midst of the sa tallic sound, the door of that cell opened.
However, unlike the ‘big boy’s rush previously, the cell door opened, but there was silence inside.
Sitting in his own wheelchair, the ‘Wheelchair Thinker’ pressed a hidden button on his wheelchair with a cold sneer on his face.
The sll of blood, he slled it.
What happened, he had guessed it too.
Every year, no!
Before each ‘ga’ started, there would always be people ‘waiting for the hare by the tree’.
There were newcors, as well as veterans.
And those who did it to ‘spice up their life.’
But no matter which type, the outcos were often far from pleasant.
Death was their final choice.
But before that, they would endure unimaginable pain.
After all, so of the people in ‘Brutalizer’ were just too perverted.
And him?
He was different.
When he sat in this wheelchair, his intelligence was online, he was always calm.
He could completely control the whole scene!
What he wanted wasn’t just to win the preliminary round!
The semifinals, the regional finals.
Even the championship!
He wanted to win them all!
And then…
He could gain his freedom!
As for what to do after gaining freedom?
Naturally, he would kill all those who had captured him!
Just like before, electric shocks, execution by fire.
He wanted those people to try it one by one.
The ‘Wheelchair Thinker,’ contemplating in his heart, didn’t slow his actions, quickly pressing several tis on the wheelchair, and three tal spheres the size of ping-pong balls rolled out from under the wheelchair.
Next, they extended chanical limbs and began to crawl out like spiders.
anwhile, a translucent screen appeared beside the ‘Wheelchair Thinker,’ allowing him to see everything outside clearly.
The closed door.
The dim corridor.
The idiot’s corpse.
Disgusting.
The ‘Wheelchair Thinker’ remarked, not in a hurry about not finding any ‘newbies.’ His three little treasures were not just for scouting.
His finger tapped lightly on the wheelchair a few more tis.
The infrared scanners inside the three tal scouts activated.
Still nothing!
This ti, the ‘Wheelchair Thinker’ twisted his body a bit.
Where’s the person?
Could he have left?
I didn’t hear the sound of the gates opening again, did I?
Or…
The ‘Wheelchair Thinker’ seed to think of sothing.
The ‘newbie’ was behind him!
Although the thought was incredible, and the ‘Wheelchair Thinker’ didn’t believe that Jason could have bypassed his sight and stood behind him, he couldn’t help but look back.
With bated breath.
He turned his head sharply.
Nothing!
The ‘Wheelchair Thinker’ breathed a sigh of relief.
Scaring himself!
It’s just a newbie!
He’s not like those ‘monsters’ in the championship, how could he possibly have such ability?
Thinking this, the ‘Wheelchair Thinker’ turned his head back.
Suddenly, his breath caught in his throat.
He saw a tall, muscular ‘newbie’ wearing a mask standing in front of him, and his eyes involuntarily widened.
"Wait, I
Thwack!
A blade swept past.
No different than with the ‘big boy.’
The ‘Wheelchair Thinker’ was dealt with.
Or more precisely, it was even simpler than with the ‘big boy.’
At least the ‘big boy’ required so effort from Jason, whereas the ‘Wheelchair Thinker’ had the sa physical quality as an average person.
As the Broad Blade Cleaver swept across the opponent’s neck, it required no effort at all, just going with the flow.
As for the ‘wheelchair’ relied upon by his opponent?
Jason gave it a glance and walked out.
Unless it was technology spanning eras like that of the ‘Sabie Aliens,’ to him it was as good as a simple fire poker.
No!
Worse than a fire poker!
At least a fire poker can still be used to light a fire and cook.
But this ‘wheelchair’ full of chanisms?
It was just decor.
Jason left the ‘Wheelchair Thinker’s’ cell.
And on the screen that belonged to Jason, a brief silence ensued.
This ti, the viewers did not clamor for a replay, nor did they cry cheat again.
They had already sensed sothing different about this ‘newbie.’
"This ‘newbie’ is too lucky, right?”
"Lucky? Are you blind in the post above?”
"Strength!”
"This newbie is truly strong!”
"I’ve won! I’m definitely going to win! I can make a down paynt on a house!”
"Luck! It’s definitely luck!”
"It’s the other newbie who is truly strong!”
"He will definitely teach this newbie a lesson!”
"Teach a lesson? You’re the one who’s going to be taught a lesson!”
"It’s you who’s going to be taught a lesson!”
…
Argunts erupted.
Unlike the timidity and repressed feelings in real-life, where people dare not confront or mock others for fear of getting punched, on the internet, arguing was far too easy.
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Two viewers who couldn’t stand each other started spewing insults in Jason’s livestream.
They shed their docility from real life, here they were extraordinary, full of swagger, landing heavy punches, freely hurling abuse at each other.
As if the heavens were incomplete without , the keyboard warrior, and nights would be dreary in the realm of arguntation; behold my keystrokes!
Like the pinnacle of immortality, proud between heaven and earth, with my keyboard, the heavens stand tall.
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