Chapter 2 Jason Is the Weakest?

What about the knife?

Where is my knife?

Jason, who was about to observe the surroundings, suddenly realized that the short-handled wide-bladed machete he was holding in his hand was gone.

Neither in the hands nor around.

In the previous dungeon world, in order to meet the 'identity', the short-handled wide-blade machete had the experience of leaving the side.

But not far away.

It's just a brief 'hidden'.

But now?

It's really gone!

The cell in front of him was very simple, except for the chains that bound him and the iron door on the opposite side, there was nothing left, and he could see Sakura almost at a glance.

For Jason, the ice hockey mask on his face and the short-handled wide-blade machete in his hand have long surpassed their own value and have become an indispensable presence around Jason.

Not in the cell?

What about outside the cell?

Jason thought and stood up slowly.

Whoa, whoa.

The thick chains kept ringing following this movement.

And just when Jason was about to walk towards the iron gate and make further investigations, there was a sudden noise on the flower board.

quack!

mechanical turning sound

A boxy opening appeared on the flower board, and a 10-inch TV slowly fell in front of Jason.

The black screen lit up.

Snowflakes appear above.

About two seconds later, a dark figure appeared.

Using light and shadow effects,

The face of this figure was completely hidden in the darkness, with only a rough outline of the body, and even the outline was vague.

Sizzle, sizzle.

"Welcome to our 'Murderer' Jason."

In the sound of the electric current passing through the speaker, a mechanically synthesized sound came out from the TV.

Then, there are the sounds of 'cheering' and 'applause' as the background.

There was even a long whistle or two.

It's like a 'scenario'.

Jason's face covered by the ice hockey mask showed no expression at all, and he stared at the picture on the TV with cold eyes.

The black shadow raised his hand and pressed it.

"OK OK."

"I feel everyone's enthusiasm, too."

"Presumably our Jason players felt it too."

At this point, the shadow paused, then turned around and watched Jason's movements.

"Now, there are still 5 minutes until the game starts."

"Player Jason, do you have anything you want to say to everyone?"

Following Sombra's mechanically synthesized words, a 4:59 countdown appeared directly above the TV screen.

Jason still didn't speak.

Before learning more, Jason chose to keep silent.

3 seconds have passed since the countdown.

Black Shadow spoke again.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that our Jason player is a little nervous!"

When this sentence came out, there was another background sound of 'cacophony'.

Sombra didn't stop the background sound this time.

After a full 4-5 seconds, Sombra continued.

"Let me introduce the rules of this preliminary round."

"We choose Lintu 'Gerhard Asylum'!"

"Kidding!"

"We have used that map no less than ten times, so we chose a new map!"

"Where are the cheers?"

"Hurry up and ring!"

Hei Ying said this, raised his hand and pressed it on the table, and immediately, the sound of 'cheering' and 'applause' appeared again.

Jason watched this scene.

A thought arose in my heart.

The other party is a neurotic!

At least, judging from the current performance, the other party is a neurotic.

As for real or acting?

Jason is currently unknown.

He just stood there watching silently.

"Player Jason, do you want to know what the new map is?"

After the other party deliberately paused, he shook his head.

"terribly sorry."

"As one of the 'masochists', you have no way of knowing this."

"These are the perks of those 'survivors'."

"After all, they are so weak compared to you."

Black Shadow's voice was full of teasing, and even the mechanically synthesized voice was clearly revealed.

'Survivor'?

The opposite camp of the 'Murderers'?

Compared with the strength of the 'Murderer', the 'Survivor' is weak, but will he get help?

Jason collected the information silently.

"Although they are numerous, only by working together can they be able to fight against you."

"In this new map, they have 100 and you have 4."

"Each of them represents 1 point."

"Each of you represents 20 points."

"Whoever gets 20 points can win this preliminary round."

"Of course, if the 'survivor' finds the 'green door', he will be able to advance directly."

Sombra introduced the rules.

However, such a rule made Jason frown.

Whoever gets 20 points will be able to win this preliminary round?

When he heard this sentence, Jason's first thought was--

Cannibalism!

This so-called 'game' does not seem to prohibit cannibalism?

Black Shadow's voice continued.

"The 'Survivor' has left this 'base' three hours ago."

"They'll set traps."

"They'll work together."

"The hunter and the prey change each other in an instant."

"So, I hope that Jason, who is one of the 'Mastrooper' players, can be a little more attentive. You know, this is your first time participating in the 'game'. As a newcomer, because of your previous 'record', attracted a lot of attention.”

"Now!"

"I declare the most important thing—"

"Follow the rules!"

"Since you have chosen to participate in the 'game'!"

"All that needs to be done according to the 'rules of the game'!"

"If you want to break the 'rules of the game'?"

The shadow stretched his tone.

Then--

Sizzle, sizzle.

The sound of electric shock appeared on Jason's body.

Even with a physical fitness that is five times higher than that of ordinary people, at this time, Jason fell to the ground stably. In the inertial convulsions, he felt that there was something in his heart.

The current is constantly being released.

"Look, that's what it's like to violate the 'rules of the game'."

"An 'Electric Shock Punishment'!"

"It's just low power."

"As for the high-power ones?"

"Trust me, you don't want to know, what is that!"

"Of course, the game is fair. If you endured the 'demo electric shock' this time, then we will compensate you!"

The voice fell, and there was another sound on the flower board.

quack.

A box slowly descended in the sound of the friction of gears.

The box is wooden and the lid is glass.

Inside the box is Jason's weapon: a short-handled machete.

click!

The lid of the box opened automatically, revealing the short-handled broad-blade machete.

Jason fought back the thought that he couldn't wait to get his weapon back.

"This is your weapon, have you forgotten?"

"Do not worry."

"It's a reward, not a trap."

The shadow was full of mockery.

And when Jason picked up the short-handled wide-bladed machete, the other party said unconsciously: "The dog after being electrocuted is always so obedient-my expectations for this 'new guy' have dropped."

This seems to be speaking to the people around him.

Then came the boos.

Naturally, such boos were directed at Jason.

Jason didn't care, though.

He checked his weapon.

intact.

No passive hands and feet.

Jason breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is really something wrong with the short-handled wide-bladed machete, even if he smashes everything in front of him, it can't be repaired.

"All right."

"I'm a little disappointed with you, Jason."

"I don't really want to communicate with you, you don't have the temperament of winning the masochist."

"However, as the 'introducer', I still have to complete my task."

"Is there anything you want to ask?"

Black Shadow looked impatient.

Jason still didn't speak, just raised his hands bound by chains.

"Once the game starts, these things just..."

boom!

roar, roar!

Black Shadow introduced, but before the other party could finish, a dull crashing sound appeared, followed by a roar.

That kind of voice is not like what ordinary people can shout at all, but like a monster.

However, if you listen carefully, there are clear words.

"Kill you!"

"let me out!"

"Kill you!"

The roar was mixed with similar words.

And, of course, the electric shock.

However, the sound of the electric shock did not hinder the roar in the slightest.

On the contrary, the stronger the electric shock, the stronger the roar.

"Hahaha!"

"Listen!"

"This is what a 'masochist' should have."

"Player Jason, you're a little short."

Hei Ying first let out a harsh and unpleasant laugh, and after commenting on Jason, then continued the topic just now.

"When the game starts, you get out of the shackles and the door opens."

"Then, you can go hunting those 'survivors'."

"However, given your performance just now, I'm not optimistic about you."

On the other side, next to the countdown screen, an image similar to a test tube appeared.

At this moment, some liquid appeared in the test tube, and it started to rise slowly.

The color also changed from colorless to reddish.

After about a quarter, when the liquid in the test tube turned pink, the liquid in the test tube stopped, and there was an extra number next to it: 28.

"What a low score."

"This score is destined for you to have no choice."

Shadow laughed.

choose?

The conversation just now decided whether to help the 'Murderer'?

Jason's brows furrowed again.

It wasn't that he was surprised by giving help to the "Murderer".

He was surprised, who scored the 'Murderer'?

Is it a certain number of people?

Or some people?

Or is it……

all? !

When the latter guess appeared, Jason narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully checked the 'TV' in front of him.

A 10-inch TV is visible at a glance.

There are no obvious cameras.

However, if the guess just now is correct, Jason can be sure that there should be something like a camera inside the TV.

And where Jason couldn't see it, a person was staring at him and making a lot of remarks.

"This 'masochist' looks a little silly, maybe still dumb."

"It's always like this for newcomers."

"Even the 'masochist' will be nervous."

"nervous?"

"That's the one that dies the quickest."

"Yes, if a newcomer wants to survive, 10 points are essential. I'm not optimistic about this guy called Jason."

"What to do? I've already bet on him! Half of my net worth!"

"Bless yourself upstairs!"

"Half the net worth is too much? Just bet 100 or 200 at will."

"The local tyrants upstairs, all of my net worth is only 50."

"I failed to bet on the rookie 'Murderer', can I open champagne?"

"It's a real local tyrant upstairs!"

"Open champagne +1!"

"Against 'Mad Games!'"

"Even criminals should have the dignity of free choice!"

"Upstairs SB!"

"Isn't this giving them dignity?"

...

A barrage of barrages swept across the screen where Jason was located, a little sparse.

Then, very quickly, these people closed the 'room' in front of the curtain and chose other 'rooms' to watch.

In contrast, the bland Jason.

The 'Murderers' in other rooms are much more attractive.

A tall, ugly-faced, muscular 'masochist' completely ignored the continuous electric shocks and started banging on the door again and again.

A 'masochist' sitting in a wheelchair with a grim smile on his face, gestured at the TV screen with a throat-cutting salute.

And the most attractive thing is that in the last 'room', there is a 'masochist' who is holding a bloody human head and eating. To the sound of nibbling, chewing, and occasionally turning back, the blood-stained face makes the viewers adrenaline rush.

"Is this also a newcomer 'Murderer'?"

"It looks like he is much stronger than the previous Jason!"

"Be confident upstairs and get rid of it."

"He was much better than that mute."

"I like him!"

"Positive +1"

"Bet, bet!"

"The scoring will start immediately, hurry up and place your bets!"

More barrages appeared here, densely packed, almost completely blocking the 'Rager'.

On the other side's screen, a rating similar to Jason's before began to appear.

But unlike Jason's slow 'up'.

The speed of this rise is several times faster!

10, 20, 30, 40!

The numbers keep changing!

Colorless, pink, orange, scarlet!

The color keeps getting darker!

Soon, the number exceeded 40!

The liquid in the test tube became like blood.

However, the 'Murderer' who was in the prison was completely unaware, and the other party was still eating with his bloody head.

It seems that all of this is irrelevant to him.

The countdown on the screen is slowly increasing.

Originally the same countdown as Jason, with the emergence of high scores, it began to increase.

5 minutes.

6 minutes.

7 minutes.

...

When Jason's countdown reaches zero, the countdown of the three 'Ragers', the least one has 4 minutes left, and the most has 10 minutes left.

Jason's cell.

As the countdown reaches zero—

click!

Click, click!

Not only were all the chains on Jason's body opened, but the door was directly opened.

"The unpopular Jason player, hurry up and run."

"This is my new advice to you as the 'introducer'."

"After all, you are a sweet pastry now!"

"Not only those 'survivors' will stare at you, but the players who are 'fury' will also stare at you..."

"Who made you the weakest!"

"Hahaha!"

With mocking laughter, Jason walked out of the cell.

Outside the cell is a corridor with no branches.

The left end of the corridor is the wall, the right is the exit, and the opposite is the latter wall.

Behind him are 4 cells.

Except for his opening, the remaining 3 doors were closed.

Jason stepped towards the exit.

Less than 20 meters away, Jason quickly walked to the gate.

This is a gate made up of two metal leaflets.

Jason didn't walk out of the gate, but raised his hand and placed it on the two gates, exerting a little force.

squeak... bang!

The door is closed.

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