Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 217: The Crimson Sacrifice — This Is the Answer “Sin” Delivered!

"What’s going on?......"

Chiyo Eine tapped her forehead. Ever since she left the game… or rather, ever since she never entered it to begin with, she’d been feeling an overwhelming sense of unease.

Back then, after saying goodbye to [Blank] on the street, she had gone home alone.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her. Her emotions were clearly unstable—there was this lingering fear.

It felt awful. Even after returning to her family, with no one daring to truly blame her, she still felt like something was off.

Many people, including her own brother, thought it was just because she’d never lost before—and the psychological blow of this loss was too much.

They told her not to overthink it, to adjust her mindset.

But she didn’t think that was it.

There’s a saying in Huaguo: victories and defeats are just part of a general’s life.

And the opponent was indeed strong. She had done her best.Regret and sadness were normal, but this lingering unease—this was not.

It felt like… a bad omen.

But the game was over. What was she anxious about?

Was she worried that her loss might trigger changes in the future of the world?

She had watched the game replay several times, but she kept feeling like the source of her unease was really just that one sentence.

That sentence “Sin” said to her at the very end.

But it was just an open ploy—what could “Sin” actually do?

Even the Ancestor didn’t know how such a thing could be changed or how to prepare for it—so what could he possibly do?

No one’s allowed to earn more than him? She had chewed over that sentence countless times—and the more she thought about it, the crazier it sounded!

How full of himself must he be to say something like that?!

He must be insane, right?

Right?......

The more Chiyo Eine thought about it, the more it felt like she was trying to convince herself.

Her brows furrowed as she stood atop the highest rooftop, gazing down at the bustling traffic and the dazzling lights of Tokyo.

The sun was setting. Night was about to fall again.

Born into privilege, she had never known what a normal Tokyo felt like.

This was the first time in her memory she was seriously looking at the cityscape of Tokyo.

And yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Like the game had never actually ended.

Tch, the game did happen right here. She fought to the death right here—of course that feeling was normal.

"Tch, did I really develop PTSD from losing?"

Chiyo Eine muttered to herself, brows tightly knit.

She opened her Game Interface—this round was strange.

It was completely blank. There wasn’t even a scheduled time for the next game.

It looked nothing like the usual format.

Thinking of that, she suddenly remembered [Blank].

She’s smart—she should be able to figure something out, right...

But how could she possibly come help at a time like this—to go up against “Sin”?

Chiyo Eine was filled with mixed emotions, and in the end, all she could do was sigh and turn around to leave.

That turn of hers marked the shattering of Tokyo’s final line of defense.

......

Chiyo Eine had stood high above for far too long.

The Tokyo she saw was the Tokyo of the powerful, the Tokyo of high society.

She didn’t understand the streets, the air, or the hearts hidden in every corner.

In these matters, even Lu Ce—visiting for the first time—understood more than she did.

If Lu Ce were here, he’d definitely smile and lift his head to sniff the air.

Because the scent of unrest was growing stronger.

A dog that’s tasted blood is no longer just a dog.

Everyone said the game’s outcome had shaken hearts across the globe—but the most direct effect? That was Tokyo.

Everyone in Tokyo had, just hours ago, played the role of Hunter in an extraordinary game.

They were all blooded dogs now.

The psychological destruction of that event—and the collapse of man-made rules—was catastrophic.

The unrest was still brewing.

And “Sin” had done everything he could to spread madness throughout Tokyo.

That was the scariest catalyst of all.

Madness had already been planted in everyone’s mind.

After tasting it once, it never leaves.

To Lu Ce, he had merely exited the game.

But to Tokyo, that game had already become a part of their daily life.

So, the signs had already begun.

Madness hid in every office door slammed shut, in every fist pounding a desk.

It hid in every car speeding past red lights and parked wherever it pleased.

But these sounds were too subtle—Chiyo Eine couldn’t hear them.

She didn’t know for whom the funeral bell tolled.

She didn’t even hear it ring!

Until—

An overworked office worker shoved his CEO’s head into a hot pot.

Until—

A road repair worker picked up his drill and jammed it into the screaming foreman’s face.

Until people began to march in the streets.

Until government workers smashed their leaders’ cars.

Until even the leaders themselves began to lose it.

Until even the police and other violent institutions began to turn on each other!

Until night fell—flames engulfed Tokyo—and a bizarre, inexplicable riot erupted.

No one knew why they were doing it.

It was pure, uncontrollable madness.

A drive to tear down the current order.

At night, Chiyo Eine burst out of her room. Her pupils quaked as she looked at the city before her.

Her lips trembled. She wanted to act—but there was nothing she could do.

What could she do? Could anyone do anything about this scene?

All she could do was watch Tokyo’s order collapse and slip into chaos.

She suddenly felt dizzy, as if something exploded inside her head.

She’d always felt like Tokyo was under dark clouds.

And now she saw—the dark cloud was “Sin”’s blue-painted face.

Grinning wickedly down at the city below.

Even laughing.

Everything made sense now.

This was the answer he gave.

This was his response to the game’s open ploy.

The game descended into reality. The player won.

Now everyone longed for the game, believed real life didn’t matter?

Look at Tokyo.

Now everyone wished to be Chosen, believed the game was the only right choice?

Look at Tokyo.

You want your game to create a false illusion, a paradise, and use it to forcefully control people’s minds—gain greater authority and achieve your goal?

Simple.

“Sin” gave them a hell instead.

Here it is—

His crimson sacrifice!