This Character is Suspected of Cheating! [Unlimited Flow]

Eugene stared at the wall in front of him, lost in thought. His gaze drifted, as though he were trying to recall something.

"What are you thinking about?" Duan Yuchen asked.

After a moment, Eugene frowned deeply and shook his head. "I don't know. It just feels familiar, but no matter how hard I try, I can't remember..."

He looked at Duan Yuchen.

"Did anything come to mind for you?"

Duan Yuchen shook his head blankly.

It was already six in the evening. According to the prison schedule, they should have been heading to dinner by now.

Instead, they were planning a jailbreak.

They had to make their way from the seventh underground floor all the way to the surface while facing countless unknown dangers.

Among the seven of them, only Eugene and Ling Buchen possessed any real combat capability—one specialized in close combat, the other in ranged attacks. The remaining five had no equipment whatsoever and were incapable of fighting.

Qu Wu glanced at his wristband and sighed.

"If I'd known Dr. Ganlun wasn't actually planning to kill us, I would've chosen to fully unlock the wristband instead of destroying it."

Before He Yu could speak, Duan Yuchen immediately shook his head.

"Impossible."

"Unlocking a wristband takes much longer than destroying it. If we'd chosen to unlock them, maybe one or two more people would have theirs unlocked by now—but there would definitely still be people who hadn't finished. When Dr. Ganlun and the Warden made their move earlier, someone would have died. The longer we remained under their control, the worse our situation would've become."

The solution devised by He Yu and Qiong had been the most perfect one possible, taking every factor into consideration.

Qu Wu understood that perfectly well.

He simply couldn't suppress his anxiety.

He sighed.

"It's just... thinking about whatever's waiting upstairs when only two of us can fight... I can't help worrying."

Qiong suddenly spoke.

"Who said a destroyed wristband can't still be unlocked?"

Qu Wu froze.

Everyone turned toward her.

A crafty gleam flashed across Qiong's eyes.

"A damaged wristband can still be unlocked. It just takes more time."

She raised the wristband still attached to her own wrist.

Since she still had one herself, naturally she intended to unlock it as well.

Duan Yuchen gave her a thumbs-up.

Siya's emotions were complicated.

Yet she had to admit it.

This Qiong...

...was just as outstanding as she was.

Yes.

Just as outstanding.

Siya absolutely refused to admit Qiong might actually be better than her.

Qiong looked toward He Yu.

"You're not surprised at all?"

He Yu merely glanced at her.

"Not surprised. Someone like you would never fail to prepare a backup plan."

If Qiong had been the first person to unlock her wristband, perhaps that wouldn't necessarily be true.

But hers had only been destroyed.

As a contestant, she would never allow herself to spend an entire competition unable to fight.

—Not everyone was He Yu, recklessly bouncing around without any combat ability whatsoever.

Qiong shrugged.

"Fine. Figures I still can't compete with your brain."

She asked,

"So what first? Unlock the wristbands, or leave?"

If they unlocked the wristbands first, they would inevitably spend the entire chaotic night here.

If they left immediately, the group's combat strength would be even lower, making the journey considerably more dangerous.

He Yu answered without the slightest hesitation.

"We're out of time."

"We leave first."

Even as he spoke, however, he didn't step onto the staircase.

Instead, he frowned slightly, as though recalling something.

Eugene strode up the stairs first.

"I can still use my equipment. I'll take the lead. You follow behind me. Ling Buchen, protect He Yu."

Everyone nodded and prepared to move.

Qu Wu looked at the unknown staircase with a worried expression.

"I wonder what's waiting on the sixth floor... We only have two people capable of fighting. Can we really deal with whatever's up there?"

Just then, He Yu reached out and caught Eugene's arm.

His hand was cool.

But Eugene's mechanical body was even colder.

Compared to metal, He Yu's touch actually felt warm.

The sensation was unmistakable.

Eugene turned around in surprise.

"What is it? We're not going?"

Frameless glasses rested lightly on He Yu's nose.

His exquisitely beautiful face was unusually solemn.

Even behind the lenses, those pitch-black eyes remained striking.

"No."

"We're not going up."

"We're going down."

Everyone froze simultaneously.

【Bullet Screen: "AHHHH! He's going to save Zhen Xing and Wanrenzhan! Holy shit, he's incredible!!"】

【Bullet Screen: "God... I'm fucking crying. He Yu... he's worth it."】

【Bullet Screen: "Wuwuwu hurry! Zhen Xing and Wanrenzhan are still waiting for you! They can't hold on much longer!"】

【Bullet Screen: "Thin, fragile-looking... but unbelievably dependable. I finally understand what He Yu meant when he told Zhen Xing, 'Wait for me!'"】

—

Ling Buchen supported He Yu without question.

Eugene hesitated only briefly before nodding.

With both of their strongest fighters in agreement—and He Yu serving as the group's "brain"—no one objected.

Siya pursed her lips and muttered quietly,

"This is insane. Dr. Ganlun's headquarters is downstairs, and we're voluntarily walking straight into his base. That's just asking to die."

She complained...

Yet somehow the corners of her mouth lifted.

It reminded her of the last time she'd entered an instance with He Yu.

Back then, she'd also thought he was completely insane.

And yet...

She'd followed him into madness anyway.

The feeling was incredibly complicated.

Yes, this was practically suicidal.

Yes, they were even risking their lives to rescue enemies.

But inside this instance, they were teammates.

And somehow, He Yu's actions filled them with warmth.

Siya despised how ridiculous this was...

...while simultaneously feeling her blood boil with excitement.

It was as though she had once again realized that the <Top Talent Show> wasn't made up solely of conflict, schemes, betrayal, and slaughter.

It could also contain this...

...this utterly incomprehensible warmth.

Qiong said nothing.

But once again, eight words echoed through her mind—

Break the rules.

Overturn the system.

Women were often more emotional.

That didn't mean men were emotionless.

At a moment like this, Eugene and the others also found themselves overwhelmed by complicated feelings.

Ling Buchen once again faded quietly into the background, following He Yu with unwavering determination.

Qu Wu wore an expression full of inner conflict.

Duan Yuchen was equally conflicted.

He found himself thinking...

If more people could survive this instance...

...then perhaps more people could survive the final round as well.

Then another thought struck him—

The debt note they still hadn't repaid.

Duan Yuchen immediately shook his head violently, throwing that horrifying thought out of his mind.

Eugene kept muttering to himself.

"If we actually save him, then even if Zhen Xing dies someday, he'll still owe me for this. I didn't kill the bastard when I had the chance, and now I'm actually going to rescue him? He owes me one hell of a favor. He'd better pay it back eventually..."

Eugene and Zhen Xing had always been rivals.

As two of the strongest figures in both the <Top Talent Show> and the Federation, they had never gotten along.

Being number one and number two...

...was a very significant difference.

Eugene had always wanted to kill Zhen Xing.

Yet now...

...he was on his way to save him.

If someone had told Eugene this a few instances ago, he would've considered it absolutely impossible.

Back during the <National Romance> instance, the person he'd most wanted dead had still been Zhen Xing.

And now, after such a short time...

...he was going to rescue him.

Led by He Yu, the group arrived at a certain location.

He Yu stopped.

Everyone stopped with him, looking around.

There was nothing there.

Well...

...aside from the prisoner NPCs still trembling in fear throughout the level.

They collectively pretended not to see them.

Eugene frowned.

"There's no way down here."

He Yu nodded.

"Correct."

"There isn't."

He adjusted his glasses matter-of-factly.

"We came down through here last night."

"But now there's nothing here."

"Which means the route downward only appears when prison personnel activate it."

Everyone: "?"

Duan Yuchen stared at him in disbelief.

"So what now?"

"We wait until people from the eighth, ninth, or tenth floors come up to escort NPCs downstairs? But after everything we caused today, who knows whether tonight's special arrangements will even happen—"

"We can't wait."

"We don't have time."

Just as everyone was about to continue questioning him, He Yu changed the subject.

"So, Eugene."

"Cut us a path."

Eugene: "?"

He Yu looked completely serious.

"If you can saw through prison bars..."

"...then cutting through the floor shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Eugene: "??"

He Yu nodded encouragingly.

"Come on."

"Maximum power."

"Minimum noise."

"Fast."

"And make it look cool."

Eugene: "???"

—

"Hahaha! He absorbed everything! Three serums... and even a reinforcement serum! Number Three is magnificent! If he survives this, he'll possess the greatest tolerance of any experimental subject so far! He'll become my greatest masterpiece!"

Dr. Ganlun laughed madly as he entered another laboratory.

An assistant immediately bowed respectfully.

"Congratulations, Doctor."

Dr. Ganlun walked inside and looked toward the person lying ahead.

"How's Number Five? What's his condition?"

The assistant hurriedly replied,

"Very good. Number Five is adapting to the serum, and according to the data, he still hasn't lost his sanity. He's retained his own consciousness."

"Really?!"

Dr. Ganlun was overjoyed.

"Excellent!"

"This batch of experimental subjects is simply outstanding."

"I'm becoming more and more excited about those little darlings upstairs."

As he walked closer, he continued,

"Judging from their earlier training performance, the other seven aren't nearly as good as Number Three and Number Five."

"But that's fine."

"They can continue training."

"I just hope they won't disappoint me."

"I hope they train well."

Dr. Ganlun stopped beside Zhen Xing.

He carefully examined the data before turning toward those crimson eyes.

Not only was he completely unafraid...

He was delighted.

Seeing that a trace of clarity still remained in those scarlet eyes, Dr. Ganlun's smile grew even wider.

He wasn't pleased because the experimental subject remained conscious.

Rather...

The longer someone could stay conscious, the stronger they were.

And the stronger they were...

...the more types of serum they could withstand.

"Inject the reinforcement serum into him as well."

The assistant asked,

"How much?"

"One full dose."

"ROAR—"

A beast-like howl suddenly echoed from outside.

At the same time, another assistant rushed inside in panic.

"Dr. Ganlun! Something's happened to Experimental Subject Number Three!"

Dr. Ganlun's expression changed instantly.

He strode toward the door.

After taking only two steps, however, he suddenly stopped and ordered,

"Inject only one-third first and observe."

"Don't administer the entire dose."

"Understood, Doctor."

Dr. Ganlun hurried away.

The assistant squeezed part of the serum out of the injector.

After thinking for a moment...

...he deliberately left two-thirds inside.

Looking at the restrained man before him, he murmured quietly,

"It'd be better if you died."

"If you die..."

"...you won't have to suffer anymore."

Then...

He injected all two-thirds of the remaining serum into Zhen Xing.

An even more violent force surged into Zhen Xing's already chaotic body.

His eyes turned completely crimson.

His entire body convulsed violently.

Every vein instantly swelled into a dark blue.

His flesh split apart...

...only to be immediately repaired by the medicinal fluids flowing through the surrounding tubes.

His skin grew even paler.

Not the crystal-clear whiteness of He Yu's skin...

...but a grayish, deathly white.

Against that corpse-like complexion...

...the blue veins stood out with horrifying clarity.

Zhen Xing struggled frantically.

His restrained hands were torn into bloody flesh.

He was fighting with sheer willpower.

He knew...

The moment he stopped resisting...

...he would either die...

...or lose his consciousness.

—And then he would no longer be himself.

Wave after wave of overwhelming power crashed through his body.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His mind grew increasingly hazy.

His once-unbreakable will...

...finally approached collapse beneath the relentless assault.

And once his consciousness collapsed...

...everything would be lost.

He heard beast-like roars echoing outside.

He also heard the assistant mutter in astonishment,

"He's actually still holding on..."

"This man's willpower is terrifying."

"He must have been an incredible expert once..."

"How can he endure this for so long?"

For perhaps the first time in his life...

Zhen Xing wanted to answer.

He wanted to say—

He didn't want to die.

There were still people he wanted to see.

Things he wanted to accomplish.

A future he still wished to witness.

So...

He truly didn't want to die.

But he couldn't say a single word.

In the final remnants of his consciousness, Zhen Xing remembered the <Species Collapse> instance.

Back then...

Even in his "death," he had still been able to see He Yu.

But this time...

He was really going to die.

And it seemed...

...he wouldn't get to see He Yu again.

The eyes that had remained stubbornly wide open gradually drooped shut.

Regret filled those phoenix eyes.

In front of him...

The figure he longed to see seemed to slowly appear.

Crack—

A sudden noise came from above.

Then...

A section of the ceiling broke away.

Just before Zhen Xing's eyes closed completely...

...he saw a familiar figure looking down through the opening.

The same frameless glasses.

The same beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

He Yu leaned his head through the hole.

His black hair was slightly disheveled.

Tiny beads of sweat glistened across his forehead.

A small lock of hair stuck up playfully, giving his cool, exquisitely refined face an unexpected touch of softness.

He asked,

"Still alive?"

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