"Sorry, the normal multiple of the perception parameters is really too weak - I didn't feel any pain at all."
A hint of pleasure flashed in Yi Heye's crimson eyes. Even Lan Yang, whose mental state was in dire straits, had to exclaim that this guy was fucking insane.
"What's so scary about pain?"
Under Lan Yang's horrified gaze, Yi Heye even deliberately moved his injured joints, grinding his already shattered shoulder until it cracked, as if he were crushing the excruciating pain and forcing Lan Yang to devour him alive.
"I swear, there's nothing more pleasurable than pain." He pressed the gun against Blue Sheep's head, a slightly manic smile on his face. "Don't believe me? Try it."
Author's Note:
Cheetah: You look down on me, the Pain Eater?
Chapter 37, No. 037
When Yi Heye is emotionally agitated, his pupils shrink to a slit, like a large feline that has spotted its prey. His bestial nature completely obscures the last remaining human qualities he possesses.
Before Lan Yang could react, Yi Heye aimed at his head and fired seven or eight shots in quick succession.
The blue sheep writhed wildly in his palm, its blue blood splattering onto his cheeks, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. He threw away the empty gun and picked up the chainsaw beside him.
With a loud "boom," the chainsaw started up. Yi Heye picked up the deflated blue sheep, his blood-red eyes staring at him: "Why aren't you feeling anything? You can't even handle this little bit of pain?"
Then his chainsaw came down with a "whoosh" and went straight into the blue sheep's belly, blue mosaics flying everywhere.
At this moment, the blue sheep's health bar started dropping like crazy, and the blue sheep, which had been cut up and scattered everywhere, was desperately waving its little limbs.
With each cut Yi Heye made, Lan Yang tried his best to heal the previous incision, but he could only passively let himself be slaughtered, completely unable to escape the clutches of this demon.
"Crunch...crunch..."
Blue Sheep struggled desperately in extreme fear. His lifeless eyes reflected only the crazed killer before him.
At this moment, Yi Heye, who was injured, was also anemic. His face was as pale as paper, which only added to his terrifying appearance.
The pain excited him. Although he could hardly move anything below his left shoulder, and although others might see him as somewhat insane, he felt that he had reached an unprecedented peak.
At this moment, Lan Yang's health bar was almost zero, and he was about to be killed by Yi Heye with a chainsaw.
"It can't be that easy," the thought had barely crossed Yi Heye's mind when he felt a slight movement in his palm.
Having anticipated this, he reacted immediately and jumped behind him.
The next second, Blue Sheep swayed as he stood up, and then a layer of blue light emanated from his body—
With a deafening roar, as if an earthquake had struck, Yi Heye was thrown up by a tremendous force. Behind him, a huge crack appeared on the lawn, its gaping maw like that of a ferocious beast.
Amidst the swirling dust, the ground beneath his feet tilted at a ninety-degree angle. Just as he was about to fall, Yi Heye reached out and grabbed a tree trunk beside him, barely managing to stay upright and avoid rolling into the crevice. However, the intense pain from the pulling on his shoulder made him gasp.
He was hanging from the tree trunk by the strength of his arms. His whole body was starting to feel cold from the pain. He couldn't even think of a solution. Just keeping himself from falling had exhausted all his energy.
"Hold……"
Just as he couldn't help but swear, a winged cloud suddenly flew in from the horizon, causing Yi Heye to momentarily lose focus, and his hands, which had reached their limit, couldn't help but loosen.
Just before the feeling of weightlessness crept up his spine, the cloud nestled steadily beneath him, even bouncing slightly with a "Duang," and the soft touch gradually calmed his anxious heart.
Looking down, he realized that what caught him wasn't a cloud at all, but a huge sheep so fat that its limbs were invisible.
"Baa~" The sheep flapped its wings and greeted him. Yi Heye breathed a sigh of relief and patted the sheep's rump to express his gratitude.
At this moment, another note appeared above the sheep's head: "Cloud Flying Sheep: A soft and fluffy mount, suitable for flying in the air, very easy to use."
Yi Heye raised the corners of his lips, then grabbed its horns as if riding a motorcycle.
The feel was surprisingly good. Following the direction of his grip, the sheep let out a loud bleat and flew towards the low-health blue sheep.
At this moment, the tattered blue sheep had clearly lost its self-healing ability. Seeing its larger counterpart flying towards it, it fled in terror.
Yi Heye, holding the ram's horns, suddenly thought of the image of SHEEP riding a pig, and on a whim, shouted, "Giddy up!"
As expected, the sheep's head did indeed flash with a dazzling halo, and then emitted a system voice: "Password correct."
The next second, the fat sheep beneath him shot forward like a missile.
Yi Heye was almost thrown off, but luckily he held on tightly to the ram's horns and managed to keep up. He then raised his hand and said, "Give me a gun."
After saying that, he thought of the rocket launcher that had shattered half of his shoulder, and emphasized again, still not entirely convinced: "Just handguns, nothing else."
The next second, as if afraid of being beaten to it, a pistol with a four-dimensional symbol quickly appeared in his hand.
Yi Heye didn't care who sent the support; he only looked at the approaching Blue Sheep.
In the midst of the high-speed jolting, when even sitting still was a luxury, Yi Heye managed to free both hands to aim at the sheep—
His dynamic vision was so incredible that, despite the jolts, his bullet flew steadily and accurately toward the blue sheep's head.
"Bang!!"
With a muffled thud, as the bullet was fired, several giant vines suddenly appeared from the ground. They first shook off Yi Heye's bullet, then wrapped the dying blue sheep in a hard protective shell.
Another vine lashed out at Yi Heye, and the real sheep, made of flesh and blood, squealed in pain as it was thrown out. Yi Heye, whose hands had been severed from the horns, was also thrown out.
Despite falling from the fifth floor, Yi Heye remained remarkably calm. He pulled a cube the size of a cigarette box from his pocket and threw it toward the ground.
"Click-clack!"
The moment it landed, the cube quickly unfolded and transformed, and a cool motorcycle was set up on the ground. Then, the thrust device began to spray gas, and the motorcycle floated into the air, catching Yi Heye steadily.
Xiaoming has such a fall protection device. Due to power limitations, it cannot hover in the air for a long time like a flying sheep, but it is more than enough to provide cushioning and support in an emergency.
The locomotive lurched downwards under the force of the impact, and then brought Yi Heye to the ground intact.
With ground vehicles and locomotives, this is roughly how Yi Heye's happy hometown has grown up.
Sure enough, the moment he landed, Yi Heye flew towards the vines as if he were in his element, twisting the handlebars. His movements were light and fluid, and he didn't look like a patient whose body was almost completely paralyzed.
He stared at the wildly writhing vines in front of him and reached out: "Gasoline, lighter."
The next second, Siwei eagerly delivered the goods to his door, while SHEEP put a layer of sheepskin fireproof clothing on him.
Yi Heye moved his shoulders and neck, forcing the pain to make himself more awake.
Then, only eight words remained in his mind: indiscriminate logging and arson.
It must be said that in the virtual world, people's sense of morality does indeed decrease significantly.
As Yi Heye watched the vines in front of him convulse wildly in the raging flames, he had only one thought at that moment—
That feels fucking awesome.
Before them, the crimson flames resembled a giant tongue, engulfing everything it licked in a hellish crimson.
The gasoline and fire delivered by Siwei were obviously tampered with, with the firepower being far greater than normal.
Yi Heye soon discovered that not only the vines, but also the flowers and plants on the ground, the wild animals that had not yet escaped, and the exquisite and beautiful wooden house were all swallowed up by the scorching scourge.
Terrifying screams echoed from all around, wild rabbits engulfed in flames fled, and butterflies that hadn't had time to fly away turned to dust.
Amidst the crackling and popping sounds, the sparks danced a cruel and eerie dance, as if holding a mourning ceremony for the world before them.
Yi Heye stood amidst the sea of fire that had nothing to do with him, frowning, even though he knew it was just a game.
At this moment, the vines that had wrapped around the cage had been burned off, and the wool on the blue sheep's head was also ablaze.
He struggled, emitting a feeble blue light, summoning a rain-soaked cloud, but was powerless against the horrific inferno before him.
Looking at the land howling in the sea of fire, Yi Heye couldn't help but mutter, "That's about enough."
The next second, the sky darkened, and a cluster of sheep's buttocks brought a torrential downpour, the special rain quickly extinguishing the fire.
With a soft "thud," the charred blue sheep fell to the ground from mid-air. Yi Heye quickly suppressed his barely perceptible sympathy and walked over, gun in hand.
He was exhausted and just wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.
He climbed over the huge, charred trees, moved aside the enormous carcass in front of him that was not quite what was being called an animal, and staggered over to the blue sheep.
He hadn't forgotten the security department's instructions and asked him, "Who helped you copy the data?"
Lan Yang chose to play dumb, which made Yi Heye lose patience. He raised his gun and placed his finger on the trigger.
A split second before firing, Blue Sheep's grey-black eyes suddenly turned to look at him—
"You're committing murder, do you know that?"
Yi Heye's fingers trembled slightly, and a bad premonition arose from the bottom of his heart.
“I am a living, breathing person, Mr. Yi Heye,” Lan Yang said. “I am not a machine without feelings.”
These words sent a chill down Yi Heye's spine. He looked up at his nearly empty health bar. Now, if he pulled the trigger, this madman would be wiped out of the world.
“You’re not human.” Yi Heye took a deep breath and tried his best to remain calm. “You’re just a mass of data right now.”
“You have your own answer, don’t you?” Blue Sheep said. “Can data have emotions and the ability to think like I do?”
Yi Heye opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
“But it doesn’t matter if you don’t shoot. I’m covered in burns, and I’ll die soon even if I do nothing,” Lan Yang said. “Yi Heye, you’re a murderer.”
Yi Heye suddenly felt short of breath. At this moment, he felt pain in his entire shoulder, so much so that he didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger.
At that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of irritation—he truly hated having anything to do with humans.
He felt nauseous. He didn't want to shoot him or wait for him to die from exhaustion. At this moment, Yi Heye realized that although he was in a game, he was about to decide the fate of a real life.
Just as pain, tinnitus, and nausea surged up all at once, a white light suddenly flashed in front of me.
A familiar white lamb blocked his way.
SHEEP is here.
"Wow, your firewall is really sturdy. The game was almost over before I could barely squeeze in." Little Sheep tilted his head, his tone flippant and casual. "But at least I made it in time."
When Blue Sheep saw Sheep, his gray eyes suddenly lit up: "You..."
“Don’t call me that.” SHEEP’s playful expression suddenly turned cold. “I don’t know you, so don’t act like we’re old friends.”
Blue Sheep's eyes trembled, and after a long while, he said excitedly, "It was because of you that I saw the real Area A..."
SHEEP clearly had no patience to listen to him slowly, forcefully cutting him off, jumping in front of the stone, and looking down at him: "I heard you wanted to frame my little leopard?"
Blue Sheep stammered, "I..."
"I won't let you get away with this~" Little Sheep rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a huge cannon, which he then slammed down in front of Blue Sheep. "Let me make this clear first, the credit is his. I'm just here to clean up his mess—I don't care about being a murderer, you know."