novelraw Chapter 486: One More of Me Means One Less Enemy for Him
Chapter 486: One More of Me Means One Less Enemy for Him
Endless devouring...
The Gluttony mask's characteristics are extremely peculiar—it has no distinction between normal state and overload state.
That's because it's difficult to define a clear boundary—limitless gluttony, infinite expansion, until one explodes and dies.
It's the most difficult mask to control, and so far, the one that provides the most extreme combat power enhancement.
But now, what he's eaten has become somewhat "excessive."
This isn't like last time, where one person ate hundreds of portions of patient meals—this time, what he's consuming is different.
A piece of energy that likely belongs to a divine messenger, and Club Ace's shoulder.
The emphasis is on quality, not quantity.
Now, Lu Ce already feels like he can't quite control himself.
That sensation of being assaulted by intense desire has actually begun to feel somewhat like overload.Turning to look at the crowd, in his eyes, they're no longer opponents—they're pieces of plump meat.
These guys...
All look delicious!
Seeing his sweeping gaze, everyone felt a bit "solemnly respectful."
At their current level, what makes a person most terrifying isn't just how powerful they are, but more often, it's their unpredictability.
Gluttony's unpredictability, upon first encounter, surpasses even Wrath's.
But soon you can predict his behavior because he only wants to eat!
"It seems Little A's strength really isn't up to par after all."
Chiyo Ming said with a laugh, her peach blossom eyes filled with unfathomable depth.
"What's wrong, still hungry? Or are you planning to eat big sister here too?"
As she spoke, she lightly tapped her lips and threw a seductive glance.
Compared to Chiyo Eine's cool demeanor, this ancestor of hers seemed to always follow the seductive path.
"In my impression, 'Sin' was actually quite polite—when it's time to call someone grandma, he should call them grandma."
Xie Antong added lightly from the side, making Chiyo Ming instantly stiffen.
She probably didn't expect someone to speak up like this at such a moment.
Perfect Life on the other side found it strange too—in your impression, "Sin" was quite polite?
Are we living in different parallel worlds?
Xie Antong's All-Seeing Eye observed every move of everyone present, watching each person's expression.
Those with stiff muscles and tense expressions were mostly not veteran players—although not weak, they clearly weren't qualified to participate in the battle against Lu Ce.
Those who were alert yet curious were probably veteran players, but most were also apprehensive, likely with combat power below The Creator's.
Only a few, like Chiyo Ming, appeared relatively relaxed—though still cautious, they clearly had confidence in their own strength.
Worth mentioning was one player with an unusually broad build, whose imposing aura was so powerful that he even moved closer when Lu Ce took action.
Unclear whether friend or foe...
After roughly understanding everyone's state, she turned her gaze to "Sin."
At this moment, the figure with the red mask was crouching there, somewhat like a child.
Gluttony's mental level was indeed somewhat childish, like a child's body containing earth-shattering power.
But now, she was also somewhat alarmed—this game was already so dangerous, and he started with such intense momentum right away?
Without even knowing the game's methods, he's already fought someone once, and his mask form is approaching overload?
The reason she chose to enter this game was precisely because of Lu Ce—she suspected that due to her hostility toward "Sin," she'd likely be grouped with him.
With one more of her, there'd be one less enemy for him, and incidentally, she had her own business to attend to.
...
As she pondered, perhaps Lu Ce and Club Ace's actions served as catalysts among the crowd—everyone began choosing their own doors to enter.
[Door 2/18 selected!]
...
[Door 7/18 selected!]
...
Perhaps everyone had figured it out—even if they examined these doors until flowers bloomed, there'd be no difference, so they might as well choose first.
If they chose too slowly... that lunatic might cover all the doors with drool.
That's right—"Sin" was currently eating the doors.
Gluttony—the more he eats, the hungrier he gets; the hungrier he gets, the more he eats—energy infinitely expanding.
Lu Ce was exceptionally uncomfortable right now, like someone who hadn't eaten for a week but couldn't starve to death.
Right now, he was "eating doors."
Wandering casually, he walked up to one of the doors, hugged it with both hands, opened his big mouth on the red mask, and kept gnawing on it.
The door had no physical substance—it disappeared when passed through—but he kept gnawing there, as if desperately trying to eat the thing.
Even the Bearded Phantom was rendered speechless, his expression exceptionally disgusted.
But no one said anything, perhaps also worried that this lunatic might suddenly look at you and say "you smell delicious."
That would be too unlucky.
First meeting—the veteran players hadn't even tested "Sin's" limits yet, but "Sin" gave them something disgusting first.
One by one, everyone found their doors and entered first, until only two people remained in the outer hall—Blank and Sin.
Xie Antong stood very far from Lu Ce, as if guarding against him suddenly erupting, keeping her distance.
"If you've chosen, then enter quickly! Stop licking that door! You!?" the Bearded Phantom said impatiently.
The red mask suddenly paused, trembled slightly, then slowly turned to look at Xie Antong on the other side.
"You... smell delicious."
"I know," Xie Antong said calmly, in a very Pleasure-like speaking pattern.
Lu Ce: ...
He seemed not to process this response either, somewhat stunned, then asked haltingly:
"You... why are you here?"
"If you're going to die here, I think I'd prefer to witness it myself."
Xie Antong replied, then said:
"Eighteen levels of hell—let's see which level suits you best."
With that, she stopped wasting words and turned to enter the door.
[Door 17/18 selected!]
It was already quite clear—eighteen people total, eighteen doors, plus the game's name.
Eighteen levels of hell, corresponding to eighteen types of torture, probably something like that?
The specifics were unknown—this was all the information she could give. Considering Lu Ce might not have much intelligence right now, she could only subtly convey this message.
Hopefully he'd understand.
...
"Huh?" Staring dumbly at where the person and door had disappeared, Gluttony made a very "intelligent" sound.
Bearded Phantom: ...