"008".
Wei Jin's blank gaze suddenly focused, because he saw Ye Bugui.
This person looks somewhat familiar.
"An illegal immigrant! He is an unforgivable illegal immigrant! He attempted to bring the virus and danger from outside into the group!"
“Smugglers?” Wei Jin repeated weakly, finally recalling some memories of the “past” in his mind.
A miasma can never be dispelled from the wilderness.
In the miasma, monsters grow stronger, and wandering humans face the danger of mutation.
The mutated humans are called stowaways.
Like the wilderness outside, stowaways are associated with terms like calamity, plague, and the end of the world.
The group can accept scavengers, hunters, and even mercenaries, but cannot tolerate illegal immigrants.
Because the virus they carry can infect people.
"An illegal immigrant?" Lu Shi exclaimed, looking at the thin boy on the stone pillar, completely unable to associate him with an illegal immigrant. "Is he really one? But he looks no different from us."
“Even the devil doesn’t reveal his true face.” Azi prayed fervently, “Chairman, please execute this illegal immigrant!”
As if inspired, everyone else began shouting and repeating the same phrase in unison:
"Execute the illegal immigrants!"
"Let him die!"
"Damn illegal immigrants, may you all disappear!"
Faced with Wei Jin's crimes, everyone else seemed much more innocent.
The stone pillar suddenly shattered, and all eight people began to fall.
Before they could be smashed to pieces, the original void was replaced by a large ship drifting alone on the sea.
Eight prisoners became the only survivors on the ship.
Without fresh water, without food, and with the collar around their necks a ticking time bomb.
“Two hours until the explosion.” A cold voice rang in Wei Jin’s ears. He then heard, “Kill everyone within two hours, and the bomb around your neck will be deactivated.”
All eight prisoners heard the same warning, and they looked at their "comrades" with fierce eyes.
Even while in prison, many of them became good friends, yet now they have all turned on their friends without hesitation and brandished weapons.
Nobody wants to die; they want to live, so killing others becomes the only way.
At this point, Lu Shi finally understood why the Deathmatch Tournament was the most-watched and most popular variety show here.
In a sea of monotonous, serene, and uplifting programs, the Deathmatch Tournament stands out as an anomaly.
The eight prisoners were like crickets trapped in a cage, wrestling and fighting each other wildly.
Without weapons, they could only attack each other with their bare bodies.
"Oh my god!" Azi exclaimed, covering her mouth. "They beat him so badly! That person's eyes are almost blinded!"
"That punch must have hit his lower body; it must have hurt a lot!"
"How could someone bite with their mouth! My God, he actually bit off an ear."
At this moment, Lu Shi suddenly found that everything went black. It wasn't that he had fainted, but that someone had blocked his view with their hand.
"It's too bloody, don't look, or you'll have nightmares," Ye Bugui whispered.
“Uh…” Lu Shi didn’t know how to describe his feelings.
Just now, A Zi's boyfriend did the same thing to her. Is Ye Bugui imitating or learning from this?
Although he wasn't afraid at all, Lu Shi still obediently closed his eyes.
Then he heard someone yell, "These idiots! Damn it, how could they forget about that stowaway! He's hiding in the shadows, trying to ambush us!"
At this moment, Ye Bugui withdrew his hand. When he saw Wei Jin curled up in the corner and not moving, Ye Bugui felt a little sorry for his situation.
Wei Jin was also besieged, and the other prisoners seemed to only then realize Wei Jin's special identity.
They swarmed forward and began punching and kicking Wei Jin's frail body.
"Do you want to kill them?"
As Wei Jin's consciousness began to fade, he heard a voice.
"You're an illegal immigrant, use your abilities to kill them! A bunch of useless trash with no skills!"
"Do you want to be beaten to death? Why not fight back? At least drag them down to hell with you! You're an illegal immigrant, a mutated monster!"
"I'm not." Wei Jin clutched his stomach when someone punched him in the face, making it hard for him to see clearly. "Being a stowaway is just a charge you made up for me."
"Nonsense! I'm on your side. I'm an illegal immigrant just like you!"
Wei Jin spat out another mouthful of blood, but he didn't seem scared at all: "Really? Then why do you call yourself a stowaway? Isn't that a derogatory term the company gave us?"
"Then you should just die!"
Wei Jin's consciousness gradually faded, but he still swallowed the blood in his mouth and used his last strength to speak:
"Finally getting impatient? I thought you could keep up the act for a little longer!"
"ah!"
Wei Jin was hit hard in the abdomen, and he collapsed to the ground.
As an illegal immigrant, his trial has only just begun.
"Prisoner 008 is out."
"Smugglers, wash away your sins in endless flames!"
Wei Jin, who was originally on the ship, suddenly appeared in mid-air, with a burning flame in front of him.
Wei Jin knew he was dying; he was merely clinging to life so that he could step into the raging fire.
The voice rang in his ears once more: "Transform! This is your last chance. As long as you transform, you can pass through the flames, escape this place, and return to your own wilderness!"
This was no lie, Wei Jin knew. He could feel a powerful force brewing within him; once he released it, he could escape this place.
Return to the wilderness and become one of the giant monsters that roam there.
To die like this, or to live like a monster.
It all depends on whether Wei Jin believes his identity as an illegal immigrant.
Wei Jin stopped.
The owner of that voice was overjoyed, believing that Wei Jin had come to a realization.
But to its surprise, Wei Jin suddenly turned around, faced all the audience, and with her last breath, shouted:
"I will never see you again. I wish you a good morning, a good afternoon, and a good night in advance."
He bowed deeply, then burned to ashes in a sudden burst of flames.
"Player Wei Jin, awakening successful..."
The flames swallowed the system notification sound.
Ye Bugui clutched his chest; his body was trembling violently.
He was afraid, afraid that he had discovered the truth.
But the scene he had just witnessed lingered in his mind.
A note from the author:
Wei Jin's last line is from the movie *The Truman Show*. Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2022-06-19 23:34:26 and 2022-06-21 00:39:19!
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 62
☪ Dream Come True Group 8
Proposal
"it's over."
"What's over?" Ye Bugui suddenly looked up, startled to find himself drenched in sweat. He looked around and saw that the audience members were getting up, reluctant to leave, and preparing to depart from the venue.
"The deathmatch tournament is over." Lu Shi sighed. "There was clearly one person who could have survived. But unexpectedly, the person who was about to die suddenly unleashed their last bit of strength and killed the survivor."
"So they were all wiped out." Ye Bugui pressed his nose hard with his hand. "Actually, this result wasn't hard to guess."
At least Ye Bugui himself had already guessed it.
It's human nature to drag someone down with you before you die.
"It's such a waste to see this." Lu Shi stood up, not reminding Ye Bugui about the gift, but instead asked in his ear:
"I really want to know why you suddenly stopped talking later."
Ah Zi had already left, leaving Lu Shi and Ye Bugui alone.
A silence fell between the two, completely wasting Azi's painstaking efforts.
Lu Shi realized he had asked the wrong question, and after thinking for a moment, he said:
"If it's inconvenient for you to answer, you don't have to say anything. I'm just making conversation."
"No, you've misunderstood." Ye Bugui waited until they were all back and no one was watching them before finally speaking: "I just don't know what just happened. Do you remember what that person said at the end?"
“I remember.” Lu Shi shrugged. “What’s wrong with this ‘good morning,’ ‘good afternoon,’ and ‘good night’?”
Hearing these words from Lu Shi again, Ye Bugui still felt a chill.
It's as if this passage is a key that can unlock a long-sealed door.
The problem is, his body seems to be warning him not to open that door.
"I feel like I've heard this somewhere before." After thinking for a moment, Ye Bugui finally voiced his thoughts.