Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 255: Hold On, Brother...

Xie Antong's breathing grew strained as she listened to these ice-cold words, feeling almost suffocated.

To incite a riot without purpose—or rather, with death itself as the purpose?

"So... your original goal was to have as many people here die as possible?"

"More or less." Lu Ce's voice was frigid and detached. "During chaos, hidden truths surface more easily."

"If there are no additional gains, having them all die would be just fine."

Even in her state of absolute rationality, Xie Antong felt discomfort at these words. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, she convinced herself these people deserved death.

Their crimes were truly unforgivable.

If this were execution through proper judgment, she'd have no psychological burden.

Yet this current slaughter felt less like judgment and more like exploitation—or sheer indifference toward life.

This indifference gave her the impression that even if these people hadn't committed such crimes, the "judgment" might have been similar.Was this decision born from hatred toward criminals... or simply his own needs?

Is this... the true face of ultimate evil?

"Are you... being unusually affected by the mask this time?"

Lu Ce: ?

"What do you mean 'this time'? Don't ask irrelevant questions. Isn't the current situation ideal?"

The pink mask now displayed a grinning face.

"I feel wonderful."

Xie Antong: "..."

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she sighed and said:

"There's good news—the guards and warden are still fighting intensely, completely ignoring us."

"Your earlier provocation seems successful, but... did you do something else afterward?"

Xie Antong found it strange—the ferocity of the battle between warden and guards surpassed all expectations.

"Still fighting?" Underground, even Lu Ce was surprised.

His provocation had been a hidden move—he hadn't expected much from it.

This life-or-death struggle exceeded his predictions.

"Whatever, it's advantageous."

"Too many goblins here—I'll clear some out."

Lu Ce's side had slaughtered so much his Hell's Roar energy was fully charged!

"Regarding Know-it-All, try contacting him. Be firm—he might listen to you."

Xie Antong: ?

"What exactly did you do using my face?!"

Lu Ce didn't respond.

Xie Antong's All-Seeing Eye circled above—bloodshed had broken out throughout the prison. Unorganized rioters created chaos for chaos's sake.

Based on her experience, this place would soon become a meat grinder.

"Tch... forget escaping. At this rate, it's turning into a giant gladiator arena."

Muttering to herself, seeing the confusion and fear in other players' eyes, she decided to act.

Taking out a large snowflake-shaped object, she hesitated before using it.

Hurling it skyward, the snowflake spun violently before vanishing.

One-time Epic weapon—Sound of Falling Snow.

Under clear skies, snow began falling abruptly without warning.

Everyone, including Know-it-All's group, stared in wonder at the sudden snowfall. Cutter even tensed up, uncertain of its meaning.

This wasn't in the plan!

Within breaths, everyone was dusted with crystalline white. Then, a voice spoke in their ears:

"The snow will last thirty minutes. During this time, all touched by snow can hear me."

"I am Blank."

"Follow my commands!"

After these brief words, Xie Antong's face paled slightly.

It wasn't just the mental energy expenditure—once snow fell, everyone's condition would feedback into her mind.

Like countless images and thoughts flooding her consciousness simultaneously.

"Annoying," Xie Antong injected herself with another dose.

In previous games, she'd played the strategist—or more accurately, the self-preservationist.

Now she'd somehow become the commander!

The mental pressure far exceeded that of a strategist.

Meanwhile, Cutter, Demolitionist and others collectively sighed in relief.

Thank goodness Blank—a top-tier player—was taking charge. They'd been truly lost otherwise.

Handling this themselves? Impossible.

Xie Antong didn't know how to escape, but she had rough maps of sewer and ventilation routes—passages leading outside.

Thus, under her guidance, prisoners divided into groups moving purposefully toward various exits.

Meanwhile, the black-clad meal deliverers and guards reappeared, clashing with prisoners.

Blood soon splattered across snow like crimson plum blossoms on white canvas.

Xie Antong coordinated the battle while maintaining contact with "Sin."

"Sin's" evil today exceeded her expectations. Normally she wouldn't care, but suspecting it might be Lu Ce made her frown.

If true—had she never truly known him? Or did games and Sequence weapons change people so drastically?

Nearby, the warden-guard battle drew most attention.

These two were the strongest present—each matching "Sin's" power, perhaps even stronger within prison walls—yet they were infighting!

The scene made Xie Antong dizzy—their luck seemed suspiciously good.

......

Boom!

Another explosion sent the guard flying through a wall. Wiping blood from his mouth, he stood.

Eyes bloodshot but clinging to rationality, he growled:

"Enough already!"

"Don't you recognize me? My fighting style—is it really questionable?"

"Those brats are rioting now!"

The warden ignored him, muttering, "You're the greatest threat..." as if brainwashing himself.

The guard was speechless.

When the warden charged again like lightning, the guard raised his arms defensively—but as his opponent neared, a barely audible whisper reached his ears:

"Brother..."

"You must hold on..."