Death Draw System: Infinite Revives in the Horror Dungeon

At the same time, inside the Defense Department headquarters of Joey City...

"It’s over. Lu Xian, do you know how to break the situation now?"

Ho Yong repeatedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The hot water in his cup had already gone cold, but he didn’t dare take a sip.

This level looked like a dead end.

But in reality, it wasn’t.

Lucian shook her head.

Yang looked at her seriously.

"Captain, what do you mean?"

Everyone subconsciously focused on the front of the carriage.

"That’s because, in the previous segment of the carriage, they escaped through the front cabin."

Lucian pointed toward the screen.

"So there may be a psychological hint here. Everyone instinctively sits toward the front."

"Shen Yu’s escape just now was also the result of him subconsciously moving toward the front."

"But did you forget about the back of the carriage?"

"Because the previous segment had been cut off, everyone naturally ignored it."

"Now this is the final segment."

"If he goes out through the rear door, wouldn’t that take him directly outside the blood vessel?"

Ho Yong’s eyes widened.

"So that’s it."

"This level is about climbing out of the train."

After Lucian finished speaking, everyone suddenly understood.

But Lucian herself still frowned.

"Even if we climb out of the train, the roof of a high-speed train is extremely dangerous. It’s impossible to stay on the roof forever, right?"

"And the thing Shandi gave them should be meant for every tunnel situation."

"That digestive medicine..."

"Is it meant to deal with the pig-like hunger?"

"Should they take it in advance to prevent themselves from becoming bloated and losing their minds?"

"Damn it. I feel like there’s still something I haven’t figured out."

Yang looked worriedly at the live broadcast screen.

"Shen Yu has already lost so many memories. Can he still think clearly?"

And just as Lucian and the others were anxiously watching—

Shen Yu was completely submerged in grease.

Bubble.

Bubble.

Bubble.

Amid the sticky bubbles, Shen Yu’s cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Menloa, don’t worry about that monster."

"It’s a trap."

"Pull me into Golden Hero."

"Uh?"

Menloa’s voice echoed through the void.

"What do you mean?"

He still didn’t understand Shen Yu’s intention.

But a golden halo descended.

Shen Yu, who was nearly suffocating beneath the grease, instantly disappeared.

Buzz—

Buzz—

Buzz—

Inside the world of Golden Hero, Menloa stood on the other side of the golden palace.

His body was covered in marks.

He stared at Shen Yu in surprise.

"Didn’t everyone regain their sanity?"

"Why are you still covered in grease?"

"Could it be—"

Then he burst into laughter.

"Ahahahahahahahaha!"

"Little greedy cat."

Menloa teased him as he walked toward Shen Yu.

But Shen Yu’s expression darkened.

"Don’t move."

"I’ll come to you."

"The space you’re in should still correspond to the place that disappeared, right?"

"So you’re in the first carriage."

"Uh..."

"What’s wrong?"

"The train is currently overflowing with grease."

"If we go out, we’ll be instantly submerged and suffocated."

"So what?"

"We can just hide inside Golden Hero."

"Hehe."

"But if the train arrives, will you still be hiding without getting off?"

Menloa’s naive suggestion was immediately shattered by Shen Yu.

"Golden Hero is temporarily safe, but it certainly isn’t a permanent solution."

"Even if you can hold on until the train arrives, what about afterward?"

"You have to rest sometime."

"Can you keep operating Golden Hero through the next five stations?"

"And are you sure the outside carriages won’t derail while you’re using Golden Hero?"

"There are simply too many variables."

"Then what do you plan to do?"

"We cross these grease-filled carriages and find a safe carriage?"

Menloa immediately thought of that possibility.

But Shen Yu decisively shook his head.

"No."

"We can’t move forward."

"We have to move backward."

"Ah."

"The carriage behind has a brake."

"Once the rear door is opened, the grease inside the carriage can be released."

"This is the only reasonable way now."

"Can it work?"

Menloa was obviously still hesitant.

Shen Yu’s tone turned cold.

"It has to work."

"Or do you plan to spend the rest of your life with the grease?"

"Okay. Okay."

"Let’s retreat."

"Try to return to the last position."

After exchanging glances inside the golden palace, the two walked toward the rear of the palace.

"Are you ready?"

"Hold your breath."

"Once you see the rear door, swim straight toward it and try to open it in one go."

"Understood."

Buzz!

The golden halo flickered.

Thick bubbles burst around them.

Shen Yu and Menloa suddenly reappeared inside the rear carriage.

The stench of rotten liquid immediately rushed toward them.

Both narrowed their eyes and began swimming toward the rear door.

"Hahaha!"

"I told you you’re dead."

"You’re dead."

"You’re dead."

A voice filled with resentment suddenly sounded behind them.

Gene Benua was still submerged in the grease.

His seven heads simultaneously shot forward.

They darted through the oily layer like water snakes, immediately chasing Shen Yu and Menloa from behind.

"Damn it!"

Gurgle.

Gurgle.

Feeling that he was almost out of breath, Shen Yu looked at the panel of his Perfect Timeline skill.

His expression tightened.

"Then let’s gamble."

"After all, I still have one more chance."

Gurgle.

Another bubble escaped his mouth.

"Hey, Bill."

"I know you’re watching."

"Aren’t you coming to help?"

"Do you think you can hide inside Golden Hero forever?"

"You should know what it means to open that rear door, right?"

Gurgle.

The foul, spicy, stinging grease rushed into Shen Yu’s nostrils as he spoke.

His eyes were already beginning to turn white.

He was gambling.

Gambling that Bill would definitely act for his own survival.

Yes, Bill’s role seemed insignificant.

But he was crucial for their future survival.

Could Bill really continue standing by?

Gurgle.

Just as Shen Yu was about to hold on no longer and activate Perfect Timeline—

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

A golden halo flickered.

Two figures suddenly appeared in front of him.

Bill’s expression was cold.

With a loud kick, his remaining large foot slammed against the iron door.

Boom!

A massive vibration rippled through the grease.

The iron door actually dented inward.

"dragon country kid."

"I’ll only play with you this once."

"I want to see if it’s really as you think."

Gurgle.

"So smelly."

Bill complained.

Then he kicked the rear door again with tremendous force.

Boom!

Menloa looked at Shen Yu, who was fading in and out of consciousness.

Then she looked at the loosened gap in the door.

After hesitating for a moment, she decisively pulled out a dagger and thrust it into the flesh-like growth filling the gap.

Stab.

Stab.

Finally—

Boom!

Under Bill’s seemingly clumsy but powerful one-legged assault, the rear door of the carriage broke free from its fleshy connection.

With a loud buzz, it shot out from the train.

The door soared above the railway tracks and disappeared into the rushing scenery.

At the same time—

Pfft!

As soon as the rear door opened a gap, the grease inside the entire carriage seemed to find an exhaust port.

A huge column of grease suddenly sprayed out through the opening like a fountain.

The frenzied grease splattered everywhere as the train continued speeding forward.

But even though such a large exhaust port was releasing grease, the level throughout the carriage remained high.

It hadn’t dropped at all.

"Gurgle."

Bill stared at the situation.

"Dragon country kid, you guessed wrong."

"It’s not like this."

"Farewell."

"I’m not playing with you anymore."

Golden Hero!

Buzz!

Seeing that there was no chance for a turnaround, Bill immediately activated Golden Hero again, pulling both himself and Menloa back into the golden world.

The terrifying mixture of grease and water formed a vortex near the broken doorway, crazily sucking in the surrounding liquid.

Shen Yu looked at the broken panel behind the door.

As his memories twisted strangely, he instinctively touched his chest.

There was a bottle of medicine there.

He remembered it clearly.

Digestive tablets.

Medicine for indigestion.

"This..."

"This thing should have been obtained by the previous me."

"Then it must have some use."

"If the grease inside the carriage isn’t being discharged properly..."

"Then what about outside the train?"

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