Chapter 934: Chapter 888: Everyone, Look, Chapter 888!
Iron Pot Stewed Chicken was still dazed when entering the initial room.
From the first round, he couldn’t identify his position on the game board. Because in the first round he encountered the Transmission Grid and was randomly teleported to another square, making it impossible for him to judge his position based on the direction of his advance.
Thankfully, he knew the bonus his group drew and was aware of its Bonus Effect.
Iron Pot Stewed Chicken clearly knew that the square he was on in the fifth round would become a Shared Death Square, after which he would feign death for three rounds and then be teleported to another room. After the feigned death state, the Chess Player would know the location of the treasure box, and he just needed to get it within nine rounds.
Before starting, the three of them analyzed the farthest position reachable in nine steps.
Although nine steps couldn’t bring them from one corner to another, they could cover more than half of the squares on the board.
The chances of being teleported to one corner while the Treasure box square is in the opposite corner are very small, unless one is incredibly unlucky.
Moreover, the bonus has already been drawn and cannot be changed; it must be accepted.
Initially, Iron Pot Stewed Chicken didn’t want to be a pawn, he fought with the other two from the second group for the seemingly safest position of Chess Player, unaware that as they fought, they exceeded the decision time, thus leaving the choice up to the instance, unfortunately making him the first pawn in play.
Now the feigned death state had passed, the Chess Player surely knew the treasure box location, and Iron Pot Stewed Chicken hoped each round that he would step onto the treasure box square.
So upon entering a room this round, he instinctively looked towards the center to check for a treasure box.
Unlike previous empty rooms, this room held something, and a large item at that.
Iron Pot Stewed Chicken’s first thought was that he had reached the treasure box square, but then he noticed that the large item in the center resembled the game board from the initial room.
Perhaps the pre-game battle cleared his mind, and Iron Pot Stewed Chicken quickly realized he had entered another group’s initial room.
He immediately understood the Chess Player’s intent in sending him here.
Killing, indeed; he had entered numerous competitive type instances before. Experience taught him the simplest victory strategy in such competitive instances was to eliminate your competitors.
Swiftly entering the mindset, with a fierce glint in his eyes, he began searching every corner of the room, attempting to find the hidden Chess Player.
Soon, he located a hidden electric saw.
Such a tool in horror films is often accompanied by colorful, thrilling puzzle scenes.
The same was true here.
He saw an electric saw swinging toward his lower body, then his calf flew away like a jumbled puzzle piece, "swish."
Things happened too fast; his body couldn’t register the missing piece of the puzzle yet managed to remain standing.
But soon his vision began to tilt.
With only one leg left, he couldn’t maintain balance, stumbling towards the wall, almost unaware of what happened.
Only when intense pain radiated from the leg did Iron Pot Stewed Chicken fully comprehend the situation.
In disbelief, he reached to cover his calf, spurting vibrant liquid, unable to even bend at the waist.
Before the hand could reach the severed calf, his entire body slammed against the adjacent wall, shoulder scraping as he slowly slid down.
Only then did he notice the figure standing before him.
He saw a pair of women’s flat leather shoes, following the shoes upward to see a woman gazing down at him.
The woman’s face held little expression, perhaps the blood-smeared electric saw in her hand and the splattered blood on her face were too conspicuous for Iron Pot Stewed Chicken to focus on her expression.
Then, something more terrifying ensued.
Iron Pot Stewed Chicken saw the woman raise the electric saw again.
"Don’t kill me!" He shielded his head in fear, worried his head would be sent flying like his calf the next moment.
Yet the anticipated scene did not unfold; instead, piercing pain surged from his uninjured leg, prompting him to scream in agony, losing the strength to sit upright.
His head hit the floor hard, body convulsing in pain—the woman mercifully did not saw through his other leg, but broke its bone with the saw’s handle.
In a dazed state, he seemed to hear a door open.
But unsure if it was a pain-induced illusion, the sound appeared briefly then vanished.
He might have heard footsteps, perhaps it was the woman moving.
Never had he regretted entering an instance more; the severe pain nearly drove him to death, yet the woman seemed unconcerned with killing him.
In bewilderment, Iron Pot Stewed Chicken watched the shoes move away until they halted beside the game board.
Tears overflowed from the pain, occupied with no thought as to why she didn’t kill him outright.
He sensed his clothes beneath him becoming saturated, soaked by blood from his severed leg.
