Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 250: Eyes Unlike a Villain’s, Three Brains

“A work of God... Do you even realize that my headset, once swapped, needs a long time to recharge before it can be used again?”

On the other end, Xie Antong spoke to Lu Ce with some exasperation.

Because of the riot today, the prison rules had been slightly adjusted. All inmates had already been ordered back to their cells by the prison guards and the Warden.

She was currently on her way back.

“So what? Doesn’t bother me,” Lu Ce replied.

“Clearly it bothers me!” Xie Antong snapped, annoyed.

“I’ll test it out later and see if the headset still works once I’m back in my cell.”

“So what’s your plan now? Do you even know how to get out of there?”

Get out?

Hearing that, Lu Ce almost found it laughable.What a joke—get out? He hadn’t even done anything yet. What’s the rush?

“For now, I’m planning to look around. If it comes to it, I’ll just smash everything.”

“You do your thing.”

After that, Lu Ce shook his head and hung up the call. At this point, he had already followed the underground tunnel to its end.

His pace was brisk. Along the way, the number of people hanging on the walls was so shocking, he felt like there were more of them than the total inmate count in the whole prison.

Each person was horribly disfigured, connected to all kinds of tubes, soaked in containers.

Lu Ce even saw a few empty containers near the back. Based on the original plan, he was probably supposed to be in one of them.

Rolling his shoulder a bit, Lu Ce’s strength had mostly recovered, and his injuries appeared to be fully healed.

The high-grade potion was truly top-tier.

And here, he even saw that b*****d with the blond hair—the one he’d gotten killed yesterday.

That guy was also floating in a tank now. His limbs were limp like a snake, his bones shattered just like Lu Ce’s had been.

Lu Ce slowly stepped forward, stood in front of him, and stared through the tube at the man who had been tortured into an unrecognizable mess.

“How’s it feel? Enjoying life in there?”

Who the h**l could possibly enjoy this?!

The blond-haired man’s eyes flickered when he saw Lu Ce—clearly he recognized him. But in his current state, he obviously couldn’t make any further movements.

Lu Ce’s Pink Mask twisted and warped, slowly transforming into the man’s own face, with a twisted, malicious grin.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Want me to pull you out for a little chat?”

Blondie: ......

He didn’t have the ability to speak—just stared at Lu Ce with half-open, unblinking eyes.

Lu Ce frowned.

Among all the masks, Jealousy was the one most steeped in “malice.” So for someone like this guy, who had once shown him such hostility, Lu Ce’s malice should’ve been boiling over.

But the man’s eyes were wrong.

Those eyes were filled with despair and calm—not hatred, not anger, not fear. It was like he had completely forgotten Lu Ce was even his enemy.

That gaze, in turn, unsettled Lu Ce’s own emotions—rare for the Jealousy Mask, which was usually the one disturbing others.

“Tch...”

He remembered what they’d said before about this blond b*****d—school bullying, holding someone’s head under boiling water, and eventually killing them.

But were those the eyes of someone truly evil?

“Heh, people about to die can really change that much?”

“Too bad—I don’t believe in ‘put down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha.’ I believe when you put it down, someone else picks it up and puts it to your throat.”

As he spoke, he extended a finger and flicked the tank with a crisp ping that echoed down the underground corridor.

Then, he stopped looking at the guy and turned his gaze to the end of the tunnel.

It was a perfectly circular dead-end, pitch black, with ripples glimmering on the surface.

All the tubes connected to everyone’s bodies ultimately extended into this spot.

It was like walking through an underground passage, only to find a blocked-off path—and the blockage was this black, water-like substance in front of him.

Lu Ce examined it closely and realized it wasn’t black. It was an incredibly deep, dark green—the kind of color that looked like every shade of green layered over each other.

A powerful sense of danger surged through him. Just looking at it triggered a response in his Godslayer Badge.

He had originally wanted to reach out and touch it—to see what it was. But then he suddenly realized—that wasn’t his own thought.

It felt more like something was tempting him, trying to lure him to touch it.

Snapping out of it, he quickly pulled his hand back and decisively turned away.

The diameter of this pipe was very wide. As he walked in the other direction, Lu Ce suddenly noticed a container that seemed different from the others.

Everyone else here was submerged in their tanks, like preserved medical specimens.

That had caused him to miss this one earlier. It was half-open, like an aquarium.

And inside—were three brains!

Although most of the people here were already mangled beyond recognition—some with legs folded up behind their heads, some reduced to just a torso—seeing just three brains was still pretty rare.

Lu Ce instinctively knew this spot was different. The Jealousy Mask followed its own instincts too—pulling out Hell Roar and firing a shot!

The bullet exploded with intense force, lighting up the green-lit tunnel in a burst of fire.

But the fire didn’t last long. When it faded, the three brains were still intact, perfectly preserved, as if protected by something.

“Hmm?”

Interesting.

Looking down, he saw strings of ancient-looking characters beneath them, like oracle bone script—completely unreadable.

The game didn’t auto-translate them, which meant players weren’t supposed to understand. But ever since earlier, the Godslayer Badge had been flashing nonstop—and now, those lines of text began translating on their own.

Lu Ce narrowed his eyes and waited for the translation to finish. He realized—it was the rules of this prison.

Things like what food was included, what time prisoners could go outside, meal times—and that every day, one person had to come here for “feeding.”

“Huh?” Lu Ce suddenly found something strange.

Even though much of it remained untranslated, what he could read was already suspicious.

“This says... at least one person per day for feeding?......”

That meant—there could be more than one, right?

Then why did both the prison guards and the Warden act like the default was exactly one person per day, no more, no less?

That didn’t add up.

Just then, Xie Antong’s voice came through his headset again.

“Hey hey, testing—can you hear me?”