Chapter 230 229: Fall of The Titanic
In a completely white room, a man with a clown mask sat atop a white chair that hovered a few feet above the ground. Surrounding the man were numerous eyeballs with wings, and in front of this man were countless holographic screens.
The eyeballs gazed at the holographic screens without blinking, and their wings made no sound as they flapped in the air.
The holographic screens showed the residents of the Underworld trying to survive his games. A holographic screen showed Corey, Rosa, Fatty, and Divine running up the stairs in the castle of nightmares.
Other screens showed Melissa, Triple X, and Dave in their games. The actions, movements, and words spoken by every resident of the Underworld could be seen on the holographic screens.
A yawn of boredom escaped the lips of The Clown. Then he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
"This is so boring. Nothing interesting has happened in the last five minutes."
"Can't somebody else surprise me?"
The Clown shook his head, and just as he planned on taking a nap. One of his Oculiwings noticed an abnormality.
He looked at the screen, which showed Corey kneeling and coughing out blood. A slight frown emerged on his face, and then he said:
"Rewind the video."
A few seconds later,
"Stop."
"Rewind it."
"Stop."
"What the hell?"
The Clown had a deep frown as he stared at the screen that showed Corey's group. His gaze remained fixated on the screen even after the screen became dark due to the group entering the portal.
"How did he do it?"
"How did he disrupt the vision of my Oculiwings?"
lightsΝοvεl ?οm The reason for The Clown's bafflement was because the instant Corey used his Tri-Pupil Eyes on the black finger, the screen became black for a second, and then it became normal, showing Corey coughing out blood.
An average person might think a one-second interruption was nothing. Still, The Clown knew the abilities of his Oculiwings, and a one-second interruption was impossible unless a powerful person intervened.
"I don't think he was the cause of the disruption. It has to be somebody else."
The Clown mumbled as he gazed at Corey, who laid down weakly in Racing Wolf.
"I wonder what injured him like this. Could it be that skeleton? Or was it the snake? Or something else?"
"Why did the being attack him?"
"What did he do?"
"And most of all, why was my Oculiwings' vision interrupted at that exact moment?"
The Clown frowned behind his mask as he gazed at Corey with curiosity. He replayed the scene of the interruption again, but he didn't see anything noteworthy.
"The golden ring is still there."
"The skeleton was untouched."
"The throne was untouched."
"The walls and every other thing in the room was untouched."
"And that creepy black finger is also there."
"So what actually happened?"
The Clown and an itch appeared in his heart due to this mystery he could not solve. A smile appeared on his lips, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at Corey with intense curiosity.
"I guess I'll just keep an eye on him."
The Clown rubbed his chin as he looked at Racing Wolf, which was moving on the icy terrain of the Fall of The Titanic.
A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, and with a smile behind his mask, he spoke:
"It's surprising enough that they survived one of the games that was meant to kill every participant."
"But let's see if they can survive the last zone."
The Clown laughed, and then he tapped his U-Watch. A few seconds later, a different holographic screen appeared before The Clown.
On this screen was a handsome middle-aged man with green hair and green eyes that resembled that of a serpent.
"You called Sir."
A respectful expression appeared on the middle-aged man's face as he gazed at The Clown.
"Start the rumbling in the fourth zone of the death race."
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and with a trembling tone, he questioned:
"Wha- What about the ship? Should we release the beings inside?"
The Clown shook his head.
"Don't release them. They're too dangerous and powerful."
The middle-aged man released a breath of relief when he heard The Clown's words.
He feared his crazy and unpredictable master would decide to release those beings.
"At what level should we put the rumbling?"
The middle-aged man asked.
"Level 2. The show should not end too early."
The middle-aged man nodded.
"I'll get it done, Sir."
…..
(At The Fall of The Titanic)
Rosa, Divine, and Fatty Black Bonez had vigilant expressions as they looked at the frozen desolation around them that stretched to eternity.
Suppose one ignored the bone-chilling cold and the dreadful aura emitted by the ancient structure at the center of the frigid wasteland. Then, the icy terrain of The Fall of The Titanic could be regarded as a beautiful tourist sight.
Glistening ice formations rose like majestic sculptures, their crystalline facets reflecting the pale, unyielding light with a breathtaking iridescence.
The white landscape was pure and untouched, creating a sense of serene beauty. It's a place where nature's minimalism was truly breathtaking, and the sheer expanse of ice and snow was a sight to behold.
Although the icy terrain of The Fall of The Titanic was beautiful, in beauty always lay danger.
At the very heart of the glacial realm of The Fall of The Titanic, an ancient colossus of the sea stands as a mesmerizing anomaly. Its colossal form, encased in ice and history, dominates the landscape with a timeless, majestic, and dreadful aura.
The ship's presence was so commanding that it could be seen from any point in the wilderness. Whether one stands upon a jagged ice formation or treks through the snow-covered plains, the ancient vessel's silhouette is an ever-present story of the enigmatic stories that have become entwined with the unforgiving ice.
Despite this dangerous beauty that would cause the minds of most mortals to be in awe, Corey had an ugly expression as he observed the damages done to his body due to his actions.
"I'm so fucked."
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