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Chapter 27 You should just die!

Jin Fugui stated his plan very frankly, because there was no use in hiding it now. Anyone with eyes could see that this was his only option; failure meant death.

And yet... his observations were absolutely correct. The precepts and the entanglement were temporarily unusable after being overdrawn twice, and Fang Jin and Zhou Tongtong's condition was even worse than unimaginable.

Zhou Tongtong gritted her teeth in self-deprecation. If she had time... her armor could directly absorb steel and convert it into bullets and energy. But now, unless she dismantles the elevator, it won't help.

They've still been outmaneuvered by Jin Fugui even now.

Lu Chen and Zhou Tongtong's faces darkened completely, to the point that they instinctively looked at Fang Jin... hoping that the latter could create a miracle once again under such circumstances...

Fang Jin remained silent, calmly and coldly watching the writhing mass of rotten flesh on the ground, seemingly unconcerned about her own safety.

Indeed, the effects of the Forge Mode have not yet subsided, but his physical strength is undeniable. As the lowest-ranking vampire, Blood Leech...

Even Jin Fugui could sustain himself for seven minutes with the fat in his abdominal cavity, so there was no reason for him to be slowly tortured to death by this creature. The only ones who should be worried are ordinary people like Lu Chen and Zhou Tongtong who rely on external things.

But that wasn't the reason he was so emboldened by the former's threats. Fang Jin looked at Jin Fugui, who was lying on the ground, struggling so ugly for desire and life...

All I could feel was unprecedented absurdity.

"Sizzle—"

The elevator doors suddenly opened.

Without any warning, without even feeling the elevator stop, they had already arrived on the third floor. Intense heat shot out from the door cracks, instantly turning the metal room into an oven!

At the same time, the long-unseen system panel appeared on everyone's irises the moment the iron gate opened, and a complex stream of information immediately flooded their minds.

Location: F3, Beast Company, "Cafe"

[Geographical Nature: Rest Area. Here, all living beings are prohibited from engaging in any dangerous behavior, and violators will be immediately expelled from the rest area.]

Upon seeing this message, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The leeches on Jin Fugui's abdomen stopped moving and turned into a foul-smelling fluid that seeped into the elevator floor.

This is the best-case scenario: both sides are restrained, which means they have lost the means to kill each other, and they can both get time to rest.

...But the system's prompts did not end there.

[Special rule: Due to the forced intervention of Beast Corporation, the third-floor cafeteria has added restrictive rules, requiring an additional "ticket" for any non-company visitors.]

There are two ways to obtain a ticket: "defeat the shift leader" and "sacrifice your life". Only the strong can move freely in this area, while the weak can only betray their companions in an ugly way to gain the qualification to bow down.

Today's shift, "The Baker"

This is practically the best-case scenario... Fang Jin chose to take back her words, because there was actually something even better.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened completely, and they realized that they were in a space that resembled a food serving dish. The elevator itself was designed to look like an oven, so that the ingredients could be delivered to the cutting board as soon as possible.

After a series of gear-clamping sounds, the elevator floor separated from the main body and was placed on the conveyor belt like a tray, carrying the four people forward slowly, finally revealing the entire cafeteria to them.

"..."

The Beast Corporation's cafeteria is no different from any other cafeteria outside, except that everything is magnified dozens of times. A human standing on the table is not even as big as a short-stemmed cup.

And that so-called baker... was even more enormous than could be comprehended. Most of his body was obscured by the light, and beneath his white chef's hat, which resembled a leaning tower, was an enormous white pig's head.

The pig-man's face was covered with scars, his lips and teeth protruded, and his huge, drooping eyes were buried in shadow. His massive body created enormous wind pressure simply by leaning down!

This scene was not funny at all, and it didn't even give Fang Jin and the others any room to find it funny. When the baker looked at them, everyone instantly felt a death warning approaching their limit!

Invincible... or rather, not even qualified to stand on the enemy's side. This pigman was worlds apart from the blood demon in front of him. Even Fang Jin was just a flying insect that could be crushed at will in front of him.

"Killing the shift leader... that's simply an impossible task."

Lu Chen muttered to himself. His family background allowed him to meet more experienced players, but most of them did not exert as much pressure on him as this chef from Beast Company.

In the next twelve hours, the floors above the third floor... were indeed not places where they could survive. Even the so-called rest areas had an additional ironclad rule that someone would die.

Before they could react, the baker had already stood up... He had been sitting in his seat until now, and now his body was like a mountain standing in front of them.

With one hand (a pig's trotter) pressing down on the moving tray on the conveyor belt, his other hand gripped a mottled kitchen knife, as if sharpening it by scraping sparks from his fangs.

"Who is the sacrifice?"

"..."

"...Let us choose for ourselves?"

Lu Chen looked at the baker in disbelief. Faced with such a significant difference in skill, he had prepared himself to be at the mercy of his opponent. Now he was being told that they still had a choice.

"I also have no right to change the rules. In the middle ground, the rules supersede all bestiality and desire, and the rules that apply to the sacrifices... are called 'democracy'."

"You will each make your own choice. Each of you will have one vote. The person who receives the most death votes will be the sacrifice to enter the cafeteria... Let's begin. Don't keep me waiting too long."

The baker said in a rough voice that the purpose of Beast Corporation's forced intervention in setting up ticket prices was to tear the team apart and create rifts among comrades who had gone through life and death together.

This leads them to distrust and even distrust each other in subsequent instances, ultimately resulting in the annihilation of everyone involved, a consequence of both active and passive betrayal...

However, it is clear that the management did not have time to consider one scenario: if all the life-and-death situations they faced were caused by the betrayal and murder of a comrade-in-arms... then setting up this rule would be meaningless.

Oh no, it's more like it's very beneficial.

From the bakers' perspective, the speed at which this team chose to present their offerings was truly record-breaking; three of them pointed almost instantly to the one at the edge of the tray, without hesitation.

The fat man who was singled out looked utterly desperate, yelling and pointing wildly at the three of them! He then disregarded the cafeteria rules and lunged at one of them, knocking his pistol away.

"Zzzzt—"

So the baker stepped in, his massive steel cleaver, as tall as a skyscraper, slammed down, crushing a corner of the tray and the fat man into a sticky, bloody pulp. Then, nonchalantly, he said to the rest:

"You meet the requirements, come in."

"...What would you like to eat?"