Elliot glanced at the length of the nails on the top of the drop tower and instantly concluded.
Just as he thought, Wu Hengcai screamed in terror as he was carried straight to the top of the drop tower by the seat, clacking as it reached its maximum height. Missed the nails by about half a meter.
Wu Hengcai was not in the mood to enjoy the view from above; instead, he was brought crashing down toward the ground, crying out to Elliot for help: "Save me! Save me..."
Elliot stood still, staring intently at the top of the drop tower, noticing that the nails had significantly dropped down, and he shouted a warning: "Keep your head down!"
Under the Doppler effect, his voice felt faint and small; unaware, Wu Hengcai complied, narrowly avoiding the spikes.
So that’s how it is. Elliot understood clearly, this so-called attraction indeed harbored ill intentions, aimed to torment and even kill tourists. Strangely, this was not mentioned in the park’s guidelines...
The lift made a loud operating noise, carrying Wu Hengcai up into the sky for the third time. This time, the nails dropped even further; despite Wu Hengcai’s best effort to lower his upper body, his back still got pierced by the spikes, leaving behind bloody, superficial holes.
Intense pain blurred his vision, and what’s worse, the drop tower didn’t give him any chance to catch his breath, beginning its fourth ascent.
The nails had dropped over two meters, nearly puncturing the seat entirely, leaving nowhere to hide.
In his desperation, Wu Hengcai, now fiercely determined, unbuckled the safety belt tied around his waist, clinging firmly to the armrests of the seat, and slid off the seat, dangling in the air.
The dense nails pierced through the seat and concurrently gouged out a large chunk of flesh from Wu Hengcai’s arm. He clenched his teeth and managed not to let go of the armrests, hanging as the drop tower slowly descended.
Seven meters above the ground, he couldn’t hold on any longer and fell.
Elliot, who had been watching coldly from the side, finally acted, taking out a suitcase-sized yellow rescue air cushion from the Backpack, tossing it beneath the drop tower.
The air cushion, adorned with the Prometheus Company’s logo, had a built-in inflation device that released a large amount of gas quickly, expanding rapidly to catch the falling Wu Hengcai.
Elliot rushed forward, not immediately checking Wu Hengcai’s injuries, but rather opening up the pocket of his clothes to take out the visitor’s card.
Only after seeing a stamp slowly appearing on the card did he relax. He flipped his hand and took out a syringe, injecting it into Wu Hengcai’s neck.
The syringe contained a catalyst with significant side effects, usually used only in the most critical situations.
The cold liquid flowed through his veins, spreading throughout his body. The flesh inside the bloody holes on Wu Hengcai’s back began to twitch violently, growing fresh granulation tissue.
Intense itching and pain convulsed his entire body. Elliot firmly covered his mouth, preventing him from screaming in agony.
Elliot glanced at his palm smeared with someone else’s tears and saliva, disgusted, he flicked his hand and coldly said, "Get up, we’re short on time."
"..." Wu Hengcai lay on the air cushion, motionless, his voice as thin as a mosquito’s, "You won’t let me go..."
Elliot, not hearing clearly, frowned and asked, "What?"
"Rule three, do not hand over your visitor card to anyone. This implies that visitors can escape the park by snatching someone else’s visitor card."
Wu Hengcai weakly said: "You won’t let me go, right? You’ll force me to participate in one attraction after another. If I pass, you’ll snatch my visitor card. If I fail and die inside, you can still retrieve the card and learn the trap’s content by the way..."
"What are you talking about?"
Elliot frowned and said, "If it wasn’t for me, do you think you could have escaped easily? Su Jie is from the Special Affairs Bureau, didn’t he abandon you and let you fend for yourself? I even gave you an injection to stop the bleeding."
"There’s no difference, no difference..."
Wu Hengcai muttered to himself, burying his head lower and lower, while the wound that had just healed on his body suddenly burst open, spewing a large amount of fresh blood, from which brown fur emerged. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel✶fire.net
Brown fur covered his entire body, his whole figure rapidly expanding, and the sudden increase in weight caused the rescue air cushion to collapse, emitting a sharp exhaust noise.
In just a few seconds, Wu Hengcai had transformed from a living person into a two-meter tall, huge-headed teddy bear. It appeared to be Duffy Bear from the Duffy family.
The tall brown teddy bear slowly got up from the air cushion, looming over Elliot, its eyes pitch black and devoid of any light or sockets.
Be wary of all friends and relatives who have wandered off more than once.
This rule flashed through Elliot’s mind, and the next second, Duffy Bear abruptly raised its muscular arm and, with the speed of lightning, aimed a strike at his head.
A watermelon suddenly burst, its bright red flesh splashing all around and falling into the river.
Father Andre put down his smoking revolver, took out his own tourist card, and glanced at it; a second stamp had now appeared.
At this moment, he was in the Pirate Bay area of the amusement park, inside the Pirate Ship river ride. The requirement was to ride a pirate ship, drift down the river, and manage to survive the crossfire with Victorian Era UK naval ships along the river.
The opposing British naval vessels would fire projectiles made of watermelons, bananas, apples, and such, which though seemed like fruits were actually full-powered cannonballs.
Father Andre, using the cutlass, cannon, and pistol provided on the pirate ship, had spent quite some effort breaking these fruit cannonballs along the way, finally completing the drift journey and reaching the end of the challenge.
He stepped off the ship and took out pen and paper from the Backpack, quickly jotting down notes about this challenge.
Footsteps came from outside the house, and Father Andre didn’t hesitate, he rapidly turned and aimed the gun behind him.
The young man wearing a light Daoist robe of Mount Mao stepped into the room, facing the barrel of the gun without any fear, casually saying, "Oh, it’s you."
Father Andre remained silent, closely observing the slightest change in the other’s demeanor. Although he was a Level 11 player, two levels higher than Ant, at this stage, the strength between players was not absolutely comparative.
A couple of fine quality artifacts could turn the tide.
"I thought I was the first to arrive."
Li Cheng, untroubled, glanced at the paper in Andre’s hand, raised his eyebrow and knowingly asked, "Are you writing tips for the players arriving later? That kind-hearted, huh?"
Being able to survive to Level 11 in the killing field, one could be kind, but not foolish.
From an altruistic perspective, writing tips for later players is an attempt to save as many people as possible. From a selfish perspective, it also helps oneself—as players can steal each other’s tourist cards, more people passing more checkpoints means more chances to survive.
Father Andre, unperturbed, still holding the gun, didn’t even blink, "What proves that you are a living human."