Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 216: All Sides Are Shaken, the Dark Clouds Over Tokyo

The members of the Chiyo family fell silent as they stared at that sentence, finding it hard to comment.

Logically, such an obvious madman's ravings should’ve been dismissed, but given “Sin”’s previous performance, they began to doubt themselves.

What exactly is the source of his confidence?

Did he do something extra behind the scenes?

"I'm sorry. Losing this game is my fault." After Chiyo Eine finished reviewing the match, she couldn't help feeling ashamed.

It wasn’t that this game had no chance of victory—her misjudgments and suppression-induced errors were a big part of the loss.

"Don’t be upset, sis. He’s that strong, it makes sense you couldn’t beat him," Chiyo Ji chimed in to comfort her.

Chiyo Eine: ......

She didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt the urge to hit someone.

"Anyway, the player won. The world might start to change because of it. I couldn’t beat him..."Chiyo Eine’s voice was low. She wasn’t in a good mood—it reminded others of the side effects Xie Antong had experienced.

Chiyo Ji was clearly dissatisfied and spoke up:

"What? What does this have to do with the world? I still don’t get it."

"Isn’t it just that a game descended on the world, and the player won but the people in the real world didn’t? Isn’t that normal?"

"It’s all just part of the game’s design. We’re still within the game, and it’s not like we sent out huge armies or armed forces or anything."

The others ignored him, a quiet atmosphere settling over them. Just as Chiyo Eine was about to scold him, a hoarse, aged voice echoed in the palace-like room.

"That’s because you don’t understand this game."

At the sound of the voice, the Chiyo family members were all startled. They bowed respectfully in the direction it came from.

"Ancestor."

Chiyo Ji really wanted to say, "The game just started, how could you understand it?" But he held back.

The Chiyo Ancestor continued:

"What I say today must not be spread."

"This game is connected to our world. You can think of it as not being a rigid system, but a ‘living’ one that adapts and evolves."

"And its adjustments aren’t random. They’re tied to the players and the state of our world."

Chiyo Ji had a moment of clarity and said, “Oh~ I get it, deep neural networks, feedback-regulated parameters—what kind of algorithm is it using?”

Smack!

Chiyo Eine gave him a hard slap on the head and scolded:

"Shut up in a situation like this!"

Chiyo Ji: (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)。

Ancestor: ......

Ignoring the interruption, he continued:

"In any case, this was the first time the game entered the real world. An event this big will certainly shift directions based on the outcome."

"You think the number of Chosen Players is low because the game doesn’t want everyone to join?"

"Of course not. It’s just that it couldn’t—until now. But now it has a reason—or rather, authorization—to change."

"You can think of it like this: winning this kind of game makes everyone long to join, and because of that, the game's permissions will loosen. A huge number of people may become Chosen Ones. Maybe even everyone..."

"This is interaction. As the world changes, the game changes too. It’s not random—it’s constrained too."

"Haven’t you noticed? Even the abilities each of you obtained are related to your original circumstances."

"If you buy a weapon that doesn’t suit you, you can’t use it to its full potential."

"Eine has studied our family’s secret arts since childhood. Her talent is top-tier, and her starting Spiritual Intuition was the highest."

"So her ability, Fallen Black Pool, is just an enhanced expression of that."

"All the top players now—look closely. Their abilities and identities are all tied to who they were before."

After saying this, the Chiyo Ancestor sighed and started coughing violently, his body trembling.

"Ancestor! Please stop—these matters..."

Several confidants rushed forward to support his swaying figure. Chiyo Eine's eyes were filled with concern.

This ancestor of theirs had always kept some secrets from the younger generation.

Whether it was because he didn’t want to—or couldn’t—they didn’t know.

Still, the family had always been open to these matters. After all, they had their own inherited secret arts.

Chiyo Ji was learning all of this for the first time and stood there dumbfounded. Then he looked back up at the screen displaying “Sin.”

His eyes began to grow distant.

Pointing at Lu Ce’s face—now painted Greed-blue—he asked:

"Then... what’s his deal? In his everyday life, what kind of state or ability does he have?"

"A... split-personality, explosively strong, highly intelligent mental patient?"

As soon as Chiyo Ji said that, the entire Chiyo family fell silent, as if they were standing in a morgue.

No one could respond—not even the Chiyo Ancestor, who suddenly froze up.

Ancestor: ......

Yeah......

If we follow that line of reasoning, that’s exactly what he is!

But clearly, none of it made sense. Should such a person even exist in this world?

Sure, the world’s a strange place, but to have all that rolled into one person felt utterly absurd.

The Chiyo family was dumbfounded. One by one, they opened their mouths to speak but then stopped, sinking into silence.

Who the h*ll knows where this guy even came from?!

That question had been haunting the minds of global leaders countless times—and now, it loomed over the heads of the entire Chiyo family.

"Then, that sentence he said..." Chiyo Ji, realizing he’d just made things super awkward, quickly changed the subject.

"Just pretend it never happened!" the Chiyo Ancestor coughed out. "Forget what he said."

"No need to prepare anything either. Whatever happens next... we can’t predict it."

"I’ll say it again—our Chiyo family will conserve our strength and wait and see!"

With that, the Ancestor was helped out of the conference room by the clan members.

......

Chiyo Eine stood alone on the rooftop, gazing out at bustling Tokyo.

She knew that after this game, countless corners of the world and various factions were surely having similar conversations.

But she couldn’t shake the feeling of a strange, invisible pressure weighing on her heart.

After such a dramatic upheaval from a single game, Tokyo was still Tokyo.

But was it really still the same Tokyo?

She couldn’t help feeling as if the whole city was now shrouded beneath a veil of dark clouds.

And yet when she looked up—

The sky was perfectly clear.