Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 414 Pirated Talent Experience Card!
[Soul of Desire (Unknown): A gift bestowed personally by the being who holds the power of [Desire]]

[Effect Two (Abyss of Gamblers): Allows you to designate a target to engage in a contractual gambling game with the user. The stakes must involve the lives of both parties. The winner will receive the corresponding stake and inherit the blessing.]

Although Wu Wang did not explicitly state in the bet just now that it involved each other's lives.

But upon closer examination, it becomes clear.

Shangguan He's illness was cured because of the "Supreme Blessing". If he confesses everything to Wu Wang, he will give Wu Wang the opportunity to break this blessing.

Then his cancer will return and take his life again.

For Wu Wang, joining Happiness Island and becoming a member of it meant betraying the [Lord of Desire].

He would take his life as well.

Of course, whether killing them would lead to Wu's demise is another matter entirely.

At least, the betting ceremony was successfully launched at this moment.

As for why Wu Wang made a bet with the patient Shangguan He.

It's because he believes that even if Shangguan He is split into two different people, they are essentially still the same person.

In other words, this was the decision made by the patient, Shangguan He.

Doctor Shangguan He from the outpatient department may also have to comply.

In a sense, Dr. Shangguan He's practice of confining his patients' conditions within the office building was also a way of protecting their vulnerabilities.

They are different in body but have the same heart.

Therefore, this bet can also be seen as a test for Dr. Shangguan He.

Of course, even if the guess is wrong, Wu will not lose out.

After all, the patient Shangguan He is definitely an important part of changing Happiness Island.

At the same time, the two shook hands.

The weather, which was originally spring-like and sunny all year round, suddenly changed drastically.

An eerie gloom suddenly descended upon the Ome Clinic.

A fierce wind was blowing outside, its sound against the window like the wailing of some kind of dead spirit, piercing and eerie.

Even the patients in the inpatient ward, who had long been numb and yearning for death, couldn't help but look out the window with curious eyes.

This was the first time they had witnessed such drastic changes in the environment since they had been trapped there for so long.

boom--

A flash of lightning struck the sky above the clinic.

Unfortunately, the blow landed right on the office door behind Wu Wang.

The charred gate shattered and collapsed to the ground.

A figure appeared at the doorway, his white coat fluttering in the wind, and his expression was barely discernible in the backlight.

"Mr. Yan, you shouldn't be here, should you?"

"Who brought you in?"

The voice sounded familiar now.

Even without turning around, Wu Wang knew who was behind him.

Even Shangguan He, the patient in front of him, looked on incredulously, as if he had seen something that shouldn't exist.

"It's me... another me..."

Snapped--

Before the patient, Shangguan He, could even voice his shock and doubts, he was completely taken aback.

The doctor, Shangguan He, who was standing at the door, made a sound.

In an instant, Wu Wang felt the hands he was holding become weak and limp.

The patient, Shangguan He, rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

It is clear that both of them are Shangguan He.

However, the mechanism and the numerical values ​​are clearly not proportional.

Shangguan He, whose memory is still stuck in the stage of suffering from cancer, does not have the ability to directly cut off other people's souls.

"Mr. Yan, don't you have anything to say?"

Doctor Shangguan He pressed closer and closer.

Even though Wu Wang had his back to him and wasn't making eye contact, he could still feel the powerful pressure behind him.

Perhaps a careless answer will lead to the same kind of soul-searching as before.

However, in such a dangerous situation.

Wu Wang simply squatted down slowly and said softly, "Of course I have something to say."

Then he patted the patient Shangguan He's face and laughed, "What I want to say is—wake up, buddy, you're not allowed to sleep here."

Such a provocative posture was hard for even the usually mild-mannered doctor Shangguan He to resist.

He raised his hand and slowly reached it towards Wu Wang's head.

It was as if I had grasped something unseen in that void.

In his other hand, he was holding a scalpel.

He said coldly, "Do you know that your current behavior constitutes a disturbance at a medical facility?"

"Outside the public eye, medical disputes are punished by the law and the police, but it's ironic that doctors are often the ones who suffer more harm."

"But! Here! On this island of happiness! None of these exist!"

"The doctor! Is the biggest!"

His voice grew louder and more resolute.

Wu Wang seemed to hear again the sound of haircutting during the passive soul surgery he had undergone.

But this time, he offered no resistance whatsoever.

He simply raised his head, grinned, and gave Doctor Shangguan He a meaningful smile.

The next second, it was as if the hand holding the scalpel by Doctor Shangguan He was being restrained by some invisible pressure.

It remained frozen in mid-air, unable to continue.

He couldn't help but frown.

"Unable to operate on you? What did you do?"

In his shock, Dr. Shangguan He even stopped using honorifics.

In response, Wu Wang simply stood up and dusted off non-existent dust from his white coat.

He said cheerfully, "Because I didn't sign the preoperative consent form."

I guessed it right.

The betting ceremony is aimed at the target [Shangguan He].

Doctor Shangguan He was also included in this group.

As is well known, the outcome of a gamble depends solely on the terms of the bet.

It's not about shooting your opponent in one shot and then having a bigger hand than them.

Therefore, during the betting process, neither party should be allowed to directly harm the other.

Of course, unless the bet itself is about who will win, then that's a different story.

But that's not the case now.

Therefore, before Wu Wang left the hospital to try to destroy the islanders' happiness, Doctor Shangguan He was unable to directly cut his soul.

Because this could damage his soul and cause him to forget the bet.

This is clearly the soul of desire...

Or rather, it's something that the [Lord of Desire] doesn't want to see.

Although this point is not explicitly stated in the effects of [Abyss of Gamblers], based on Wu Wang's understanding of that God of Gamblers...

He certainly wouldn't let anyone take advantage of such a loophole.

Wu perished; you guessed right again.

"So that's it..."

"I thought it wouldn't matter if you just wandered around the hospital, but I never expected you would find this place and make this bet with me."

"Mr. Yan, you are really very ill."

Seeing that there was nothing that could be done about Wu's death for the time being, Doctor Shangguan He realized that there was nothing he could do.

He directly cut out the memories of Shangguan He, the patient lying on the ground, and stitched them onto his own soul.

This allowed them to obtain the memories of the bet and the content of their conversation.

"Don't you personally approve of [Zhi Le Fu Ze], and don't you want others to be happy?"

"Isn't this just like how I hated all healthy people when I was first diagnosed with cancer?"

"In this situation, do you still think you're not sick?"

"Let me treat you..."

He once again attempted to break through Wu Wang's mental state and perform a soul-editing.

However, the fall of Wu was not so easily shaken.

He slapped away Dr. Shangguan He's hand.

With great interest, he asked, "What are you babbling about? Why don't you tell me what's going on with Dr. Jiang next door first? Then I'll consider whether or not to accept the treatment."

Wu Wang has now resolved most of his doubts.

But why did Jiang Sze, who had just knocked on the door looking for him, choose euthanasia on the island?

He still couldn't figure out what was going on. Perhaps this was an inside story known only to Shangguan He himself.

Of course, Dr. Shangguan He ignored this insincere question.

He simply replied coldly, "Is this considered raising the stakes? I can tell you if you can win the bet."

"But correspondingly, you'll have to bet new chips, right?"

Shangguan He is indeed a very outstanding guy.

In such a short time, he was able to turn the tables and use the gambling ceremony to set a trap for Wu Wang.

In response, Wu Wang said helplessly, "Fine, I'll bet too."

His eyes immediately became sharp and filled with determination.

He said, word by word, "I'm betting the souls of my companions! If I lose, they too will join Happiness Island!"

These words almost left Dr. Shangguan He speechless.

Are other people's souls yours? You're going to use them as a wager?
Besides, those newcomers to the island are practically already islanders.

We don't need you to add to the bet!

You're trying to get something for nothing, aren't you!
Seemingly seeing through Shangguan He's thoughts, Wu Wang shook his head and said, "No, no, no, what I mean is, I will first make my companions sober up and let them voluntarily give up [Supreme Blessing]."

"As their benefactor, I certainly have the right to bring their souls back, don't I?"

They took it out and then put it back.

Isn't this still just getting something for nothing?

Shangguan He was too lazy to waste any more words with him.

He simply said, "Let's talk about it after you've done it."

He then bent down, picked up his patient-like self, and threw him back behind his desk.

He needs to first trim his own soul.

To avoid any other thoughts the patient, Shangguan He, might have after waking up.

Before I completely perfect Happiness Island.

All I have to do is stay obediently inside the clinic.

Wu Wang shrugged.

I walked towards the door and brushed past him.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.

He chuckled and said, "Dr. Shangguan, do you know what you just said about me being a medical malpractice offender, and what you said from a doctor's perspective, condescendingly criticizing me?"

“You wouldn’t have been so cold to patients before, at least not to Shangguan He, the cancer patient I was talking to.”

"You say that 'supreme happiness and blessings' will make everyone happy, but ask yourself honestly, if you saw yourself as arrogant as those powerful people are now, would you really feel happy?"

boom--

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a scalpel came hurtling through the air.

It almost grazed Wu Wang's neck and pinned him firmly to the door frame.

Doctor Shangguan He said coldly, "Get out of my hospital and go lose your ridiculous bet."

He watched as Wu Wang threw his head back, laughed heartily, and walked out the door.

Only then did he lower his head to prepare to perform a soul-editing of his own patient state.

Unexpectedly, the kid peeked back out again.

Sticking out his tongue playfully, he said, "He wouldn't throw a knife at a patient, would he? Surgical scalpels are only used in the operating room, right?"

Having said that, he ignored how angry the doctor, Shangguan He, was in the office.

Wu Wang immediately flipped over and jumped off the fourth-floor window.

The rustling of his white coat and his laughter echoed throughout the hospital.

Faced with this level of provocation.

Doctor Shangguan He did not perform the soul-editing immediately.

Instead, he went to the corridor and watched Wu Wang's departing figure.

He muttered to himself, "Ha, how utterly ridiculous."

"When you're sick, everyone will say they understand how you feel, but how can they, who are healthy, truly understand the agonizing pain of someone suffering from a terminal illness?"

"You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish, and the same is true of its suffering."

"No one can truly empathize with another's pain; those are just words of comfort."

"You can't truly understand the pain of others, but your own happiness is already within your grasp."

"Give up. No one will abandon the happiness they have in their hands for the sake of unwarranted pain."

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Wu Wang, who ran out, did not leave immediately.

Instead, I went to the outpatient department first.

However, Jiang Rou was nowhere to be found.

Clearly, the doctor, Shangguan He, had hidden it away; he was indeed very interested in the abnormality in Jiang Rou.

Of course, this was exactly what Wu Wang had expected.

He then went to the window sill of the pharmacy next door.

Looking at that window, which was less than half the size of a basketball.

He put his hand in.

It's like a petty thief trying to steal medicine through a glass window.

The next second, as expected, a chill ran through me.

A cold, bone-chilling hand, completely unlike that of a living person, touched Wu Wang's outstretched arm.

The ghost nurse was indeed still in the pharmacy.

However, this time, unlike before when sticking their heads in would result in being smashed into a pulp.

It was only the moment it touched Wu Wang's arm that it happened.

A pitiful and painful wail came from inside the pharmacy.

It seemed that the ghost nurse was enduring some kind of unbearable torment.

This made Wu Wang chuckle slyly.

He pulled his hand back and fled from the Ome Clinic.

"You little punk! You think I won't hold a grudge after you killed me once? Well, let me show you the pain of being sacrificed!"

The moment I said these words.

On Wu Wang's forehead, a thorn-like pattern of lines seeped through the skin, leaving traces of blood.

Hidden beneath the clothing, among the various marks of the Venerable Ones on his back, a slender, blood-red thorn also appeared, entwining the pink leaves representing "Supreme Bliss."

[Divine Feast (Status Unknown)]

Your body contains primal remnants of hope, despair, distortion, bliss, and suffering.

This is a deliciously prepared feast, a lavish tribute to the resurrection of the gods.

While being constantly sacrificed to the Lord of Pain.

The law of suffering has finally left its mark on him!

This change occurred precisely during the time when Shangguan He, the patient, died during a previous conversation.

At the same time, Wu Wang also activated the effect of the [Sighing Tree] seed—

[Special Effect 4: You can store the collected energy and perform a [Sigh] (Note: [Sigh] can use the corresponding ability of the Venerable according to the collected energy. Each copy world can only use a sigh once, please be careful)]

I remember telling Qinglong before about his idea of ​​whether stepping on his right foot with his left foot could awaken a pirated talent experience card.

Wu had actually been itching to make a move for a long time.

But this is a dungeon world of [Supreme Bliss].

If you try to awaken the [Supreme Bliss] related talents directly, it will be a first experience, and it's still a trial card.

Wu Wang was worried that he would be suppressed by the BOSS instead.

If the laws of other Venerable Ones are like the Xie Zhi's ability to increase their own damage and stats, then they are practically useless on Happiness Island, where they cannot cause damage under normal circumstances.

Therefore, he refrained from immediately using [Sigh] to awaken his talent.

Instead, they are looking for the right time to use the appropriate Law of the Venerable.

Now I bear the mark of suffering.

Without further hesitation, he let out a sigh.

After all, this is the Venerable Law that is the opposite of [Supreme Bliss], so it is most suitable for use in this instance.

Everything went exactly as he had predicted.

During a bug where he stepped on his right foot with his left, Wu Wang awakened a pirated talent from the Venerable Mark of [Suffering] and successfully obtained a trial card.

The moment lines appeared on his forehead, his white coat gradually turned blood red and became tattered.

Wu Wang's grin gradually turned sinister.

His eyes also became cruel and bloodthirsty.

"Shangguan He, do you really think that pain is something that cannot be truly felt?"

"How can it be said that we have no clothes..."

Pirated talent trial card —

[Suffering, but we stand together in solidarity!]
(End of this chapter)