"You fucking..."
Sheen was struck dumb.
Didn't you ask me to cooperate with your work?
The other person looked at her for a while, then stepped forward and untied the restraints. Sheen immediately jumped up and tore off the other three restraints as well.
Well, although she had a way to get out unscathed, she just wanted this guy to do her bidding, since he hadn't made things clear.
Then, Bell handed her something from his pocket—two passes and the same number of keys.
Their texture is exquisite, like works of art, exuding a sense of nobility.
Sheen had never seen it before and didn't know where she got it from.
"From the administrator who came in later." Bell rubbed his eyes and said leisurely, "Don't worry, they haven't been assimilated and won't get infected."
Sheen said "Oh," took her share, and remembered that not long ago, she was complaining to Bell about how they could obtain these elements to complete the game.
Perhaps it's because she always confuses Hera with Bell, thus viewing her through a biased lens—but as things stand, this person's mind is clearly sharper, blurring the lines between the past and present, the boundless madness of the outside world and the suffering she herself endures. She is, after all, a great figure; whatever happened along the way, her current achievements are truly remarkable.
Seeing that Sheen had the key, Bell turned and left, seemingly completely unreasonable—the latter cursed, then jumped off the bed and prepared to leave.
The floor was similar to the ceiling, covered in all sorts of disgusting organs, and was soft and muddy to the touch, making one feel nauseous.
The administrator who had told Sheen earlier that "it wouldn't hurt" was kneeling on the ground, his body covered in spots and wrinkles, seemingly being devoured.
He cried out from the bottom of his heart, "Is anyone still alive? Quickly send over the No. 7 stabilizing agent!"
Sheen glanced at the guy and thought to himself, "How pathetic."
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