"Damn it, can you please not slap me in the face?"
"Fuck you, I don't understand."
Sergio was being brutally beaten by a stranger, completely powerless to fight back. He was almost driven to madness by the beating. He didn't know what Carlos had done, but in the blink of an eye, he was thrown into an arena, and most of the forbidden substances in his body were extinguished, completely disregarding the host's life or death.
Aside from having a physique as resilient as a punching bag, he had absolutely no means of retaliating. His opponent's fighting skills were superb, clearly having experienced countless brushes with death, while Sergio was simply being relentlessly beaten, his body practically spinning from the ashes.
This arena has no doors.
It resembled a large, naturally formed red cave. He was certain they had a way in and out, but there was no time to look for it right now.
As you all know.
A voiceover says, "What we are about to do is an elegant yet bloody activity—we are devouring a personality with a strong character and willpower. Although it will inevitably result in bloodshed, it will be the most exquisite delicacy."
He looked up, and the metal cages inlaid with gold and silver on the dome reflected a faint light, as if the night outside the cage was a blood-red expanse.
A gigantic, iron cage-like arena.
He also saw stained glass decorations in the shadows, inlaid with scenes of torture and bloody eating. He figured those inlaid pieces weren't glass, and there probably weren't any sharp objects he could move there.
"You really killed your grandfather..."
Sergio couldn't find any usable weapons; there was nothing here to kill or commit suicide—realizing this, he uttered an elegant phrase.
“Until the very end, he will become a willing plaything, losing the will he once took pride in, and having no sense of shame. He will do anything we make him do, both killing his own family without hesitation and wagging his tail like a loyal dog as a matter of course,” the narrator continues, “and taking these as the greatest pleasure in life.”
As he spoke, the light from the ceiling shone on Sergio, a kind of sacred orange-yellow light that followed his every move and illuminated every detail.
"Great C01 operative, how about we relax for a bit?" the narrator suddenly said, and he realized that the thing was talking to him.
The man said, "How about we play a game? I know you love playing games. When you first joined Eoubs, you were always into all sorts of new things, like having sex with someone, killing them, and then giving the body to their husband."
Just then, the wall on the right lit up, and a large screen rose up there.
Sergio turned to look, and what appeared inside was not a bloody scene, but the opening scene of a digital game.
The game is very simple and ordinary in its production, with a pixel style. At first glance, it looks like you are entering a dark river, and after a while, the screen stops on the main page.
The music was pretty good, with a whimsical feel to it.
Then, a fucking silver-haired cartoon character holding a flag started explaining the rules of the game in a shrill, grating voice—he looked just like those fucking idiot managers.
Sergio stared at the screen for a while and realized he knew this game; dodging bombs was simple.
“It’s very simple,” the narrator said. “You just reach out and tap the screen, and the sensor will detect the movement. Wherever you tap, that’s where you move. I know you’re good at playing tasteless games, and I also like the way you look in Eoubs’ office, curled up on the sofa watching R-rated videos. You look so happy.”
"The fun of this game is also very simple; it's all about winning and losing. That is, if you lose, you have to accept the punishment, and if you win, we can move on to the next game."
Sergio turned his head away again and never looked at the game again.
Only an idiot would play that.
He searched everything within his sight for anything that could help—though there was probably nothing—and then he could only ponder what he should say before he died to make himself seem sophisticated. Damn… that was probably unlikely.
The mighty C01, an operative capable of wiping out an entire city, is now locked up in an arena like a monkey, his special ability even locked up. He's the ultimate jinx!
The narrator seemed to be very familiar with his personality, so he was used to this kind of uncooperative behavior. The digital game music played listlessly for a while until the bombs on the screen started to fall.
Sergio certainly knew about these kinds of tricks.
First, they set a seemingly simple rule, giving you the illusion that the person in power is very friendly, but that's just a lie. Because you're playing a game you can't win at all; its very purpose is to make you fail, thus beginning the torture.
The reasons are varied: you are too disobedient, your senses are a bit slow, your reactions are too slow, or you are too obedient. They don't like such well-behaved toys, and you can't satisfy them, so punishment is justified.
He was all too familiar with it, because he had used the same method when he killed the entire Stanford family.
He looked at the solidified blood-red above the cage, surrounded by a lavish and expensive patch of dazzling gold. In the past, he would have loved this place. It was a feast for perverts, whose only goal was to crush their prey and devour him. That was the whole point.
He had absolutely no desire to play, and despite the increasingly urgent background music playing on the screen, as if urging him on, Sergio didn't even glance at it.
About five seconds after the first bomb disappeared at the bottom, a tremendous force struck him.
The feeling at that moment was as if all the blood in my body was burning at the same time. It wasn't just a part of my body, but every part from the soles of my feet to the tips of my hair felt an indescribable pain. A violent, dark flame burned inside my body, devouring everything and crushing my internal organs into powder in the extreme heat.
Sergio knelt on the floor like a dead fish, and it took him a while to regain consciousness. He got up, blood flowing continuously from his nostrils, with a burnt smell. He wiped it with his hand and felt his cheeks itching. His ears and eyes were also bleeding.
At this moment, the narrator said unhurriedly, "Look, this is the punishment."
"Killing your whole family wouldn't be enough..." Sergio struggled to utter these words.
"I know that people like you enjoy being tortured, are stubborn, and feel that you deserve to be praised and admired by others. You are willing to do anything to fight for something."
The narrator remained unmoved and simply continued speaking.
“I can tell you frankly that this is the paradise after death, where everyone has their own private space, and you… are now in my hands, just like what you did to Chris a few years ago.”
"C01, Mr. Sergio."
"do you remember me?"
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