Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 265: Face Change! You're a High God?!

But in reality, she was struggling the most internally. She could even feel her heart beating irregularly.

After all, she had guessed.

The people here were likely good-natured individuals with modified memories, and right now, she had absolutely no idea how to lead everyone in a prison break...

"Sin" over there seemed genuinely intent on killing every living person here!

Though she had detected earlier that the other party seemed to have some unspoken difficulties.

As for the surface situation, she'd just have to tough it out through sheer pretense.

"Really..." Xu Ning, as the other female present, looked pale-faced at the horrifying battlefield casualties.

"But so many have already died, and it doesn't seem like there's any intention to escape..."

Just as [Life] had said, the players summoned to this prison were all good-natured people.

Witnessing the meaningless deaths under the giant masks, most couldn't quite bear it—after all, they were all products of peaceful times."I told you, everything is still going according to plan!" Xie Antong said sharply.

"Necessary sacrifices were always unavoidable—what? Did you think Hell Mode was some kind of game?! Besides, these people deserved death anyway!"

"Sympathizing with criminals is betraying the victims—what are you thinking? This is game time now!"

"Those still willing to believe in me, return to your positions and do what needs doing! Otherwise... you're on your own."

Xie Antong spoke mercilessly, even somewhat inhumanely.

But the effect was remarkable—the surrounding players fell silent for a few seconds before wordlessly turning back to engage in renewed combat.

Though "Blank" was being exceptionally harsh right now, this was exactly the kind of person they needed!

Strong. Steady. Someone who could decisively declare everything was normal even when all seemed on the verge of collapse, and keep going.

Sometimes what people needed was just that one breath of resolve—the very breath they often couldn't muster themselves.

Watching everyone return to fight and die, Xie Antong avoided all gazes and squeezed her eyes shut in pain.

Her earlier words—more than being for them, they were for herself.

She'd essentially been brainwashing herself, convincing herself these prisoners were truly guilty.

Otherwise, she could never have brought herself to order people to their deaths.

When she reopened her eyes, all hesitation had been concealed as she looked in one direction—

Where "Sin" had disappeared earlier.

I hope... you truly have deeper intentions.

I hope you'll prove correct yet again, as you have countless times before.

I hope... Lu Ce isn't that kind of person.

......

Time passed minute by minute. Lu Ce had realized that the power [Life] could wield was actually quite limited.

Compared to the previous slime, this didn't seem as difficult.

Or rather, the difficulty wasn't as direct.

The other party had consistently relied on schemes, misdirection and such—not absolute power.

So Lu Ce cut loose, taunting continuously while linking countless vascular growths to himself.

This was pure manual labor—charging through goblins and yanking out those tubes.

These things were likely the prison's core and power source.

By the end, not a single part of him remained unharmed—tubes protruded everywhere, his hair disheveled like a mad god.

On the walls, the half-dead people miraculously moved their eyeballs to gaze at the figure at the tunnel's end.

Amidst the endless goblins in that passage, that figure didn't seem particularly tall—yet now appeared extraordinarily majestic.

The outside world would never know of this battle, but those hung on the walls being used as nourishment all paid their highest possible tribute—

A salute with their eyes!

"Heh, not bad..." Finally, the voice that had remained silent too long spoke again with mocking amusement.

"You're... this round's first?"

"Too bad you're too late..."

"Tch." Lu Ce sneered. "Normally I save such bullshit for after my opponent's dead."

[Life] wasn't angered by Lu Ce's retort, just laughed heartily before saying:

"Good, sharp tongue. But you've miscalculated one thing."

"That little gadget in your hand—that's mine."

"You're using it to record your lifespan? Using my property to record? Then using my medicine to save yourself? Hahaha!"

"It can only record your life—not predict it."

"Those tubes connected to you now—if you pull them all out, you'll die instantly! The medicine won't help—no cure for death."

"You're out of time. Any last words?"

As it spoke, the fluorescent green blurry face in the air waved slightly.

The goblins immediately stopped and retreated.

"Something to say? Or should I make it quick?"

Lu Ce stood still, looking at the tubes covering him, realizing he might have overplayed his hand.

He wasn't immortal yet...

But he still grinned:

"Tch. Like I said—save that talk for my corpse."

"No no, I won't let you die. You'll feed me well yet," Life's voice said cruelly.

"I know—you're confident. Think you're special, right?"

"Torment!"

The final two words made Lu Ce shudder.

"Am I right? Hmm? Bravest of top players."

"I smell Torment on you—that's what gives you confidence, yes?"

"But did you know? Even Torment is just a Lower God!"

"I am the High God!"

Amidst booming laughter, the fluorescent blur descended slowly until it hovered before Lu Ce.

"Go on, say something. Last words? Frankly I'd love to see your expression right now—why not remove that mask?"

Lu Ce: "......"

"I said—save that talk until after you've killed me..."

"You're... a High God?!"

"What makes you a High God?!"

His head snapped up to stare at the green blur.

The pink mask suddenly began transforming—actually morphing toward the other's appearance! Toward godhood!

"Let me see..."

"The face of a High God!"