Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 445 Violation of the Rules
The lunch break is not very long.

About half an hour later, the two short, fat prison guards returned.

When they opened the room door, ready to call Wu Wang out to go to the playground for some fresh air, they were immediately stunned by the scene inside.

The wooden bed that was originally fixed to the ground was completely dismantled, and even each of its steel pipes became bent and flat, as if it had been run over by a road roller or forcibly broken by some kind of enormous force.

Wooden fragments from the bed frame were scattered all over the floor.

The walls were covered with dents and fist marks, and even the ground was filled with palm prints.

The four thick, heavy chains were covered with various new scratches, but fortunately they remained sturdy and unbroken, firmly bound to Wu Wang's limbs.

Since the wooden plank bed was completely destroyed, Wu Wang is now lying flat on the ground in a spread-eagle position.

He stared blankly at the broken light bulb above his head, the glass shards hanging there occasionally falling as he swayed, but he didn't seem worried at all about them getting into his body.

He turned and saw the two people standing at the door without moving. He grinned and said, "What can I do for you? Can't you pick the apples and need my help?"

These words brought the two prison guards, one fat and one thin, to their senses. The fat dwarf exclaimed in surprise, "The light's broken! How could it break so early? It's only the first day!"

The skinny dwarf asked with a somewhat gloomy expression, "How did you do that?"

Rule number nine of the Devil's Prison rules—

Make sure the light in your cell is always on. If the light goes out, notify the dwarf guards as quickly as possible to come and fix it.

This shows how important the lights are to this prison; they can't even be turned off at night when people are sleeping.

Even when Wu had passed through other criminal residential areas, he hadn't seen any light bulb switches in the rooms.

This thing is always on, even during the day; the prison never even considered turning it off.

However, this room was different.

As mentioned before, this place was clearly a normal residential building in the past.

So there was a light switch on the wall, and it was covered with yellow stains, indicating that it had been used for a long time.

From what the fat dwarf said, it seems that after serious criminals moved in, the light bulbs would also break.

But that happened a day or two later, and most of the time it didn't even last half a day like Wu Wang, when it was completely blown to pieces.

"I didn't do anything. It's probably due to filament aging, the purity or pressure of the inert gas used in its manufacture, or maybe it's a problem with the power supply voltage," Wu Wang said with a chuckle. "Your prison has problems with even these basic facilities, and you're asking me? You should ask the warden how much he embezzled."

The skinny dwarf heard him say that.

His expression grew even more somber.

Of course he knew the kid was talking nonsense.

Because the lights in the Demon Prison are specially made, they can't be damaged by those ridiculous reasons, and even if you shoot them with a gun, they won't break.

There's only one possible reason why the light bulb could malfunction here...

“Kid, you won’t be laughing for long.” The skinny man’s voice grew even deeper: “Because in the past, we would only go in to change the light bulb if the serious criminal living inside committed suicide.”

"You've already seen it, haven't you?"

At this, the fat dwarf next to him shuddered and his gaze became wary.

Why is the Devil's Prison brightly lit all day long?

Of course, it's because bad things will happen after you fall into darkness.

The criminals are called demons, but that's just a metaphor; demons truly exist within this prison.

It lives in the darkness.

Because the doors to the other prisoners' cells are transparent, even if a light bulb is broken, light will still shine in from other rooms.

This is the only special room.

There are no windows here, and the door is not transparent. Even the light coming through the observation window on the door is practically nonexistent after the light bulb is broken.

No one knows what might happen in the darkness, after all, those who have seen the demon are all dead.

"Yes, I've seen it."

“It asked me how I got in, and I said I used a Bible leaf. It said it would tattoo Satan on my back.”

Wu Wang's gaze turned cold as he said, word by word, "Right now, it's right here..."

"You're sitting on my shoulders."

Fat dwarf: "!???"

Startled, he turned pale and stumbled back several steps, his finger gripping the trigger of the gun as he kept glancing at the skinny man's shoulders and his own sides.

Seeing his actions.

The gloom on Wu Wang's face vanished instantly, and he slapped the floor and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Look at you, you coward! Give me the keys, aren't you supposed to take me out for some fresh air?"

Realizing he had been tricked, the fat dwarf's face turned bright red with anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged as he wanted to shoot the bastard dead.

However, this time it was the skinny dwarf who stopped him and said slowly, "Don't rush, I want to see how this kid will survive tonight."

"Take him to the playground. I'm going to ask the captain something. Remember, don't kill him."

After saying that, he threw the key, handcuffs, and leg irons at Wu Wang's feet.

After changing the light bulb, he watched Wu Wang leave the room, then stared intently at the dark interior of the room where the light bulb had been removed.

Then, the metal door was closed.

Meanwhile, inside the room, completely isolated from the outside world, the walls began to writhe as if they were coming back to life, and the fist prints and palm prints on the ground gradually disappeared.

The scratches on the chains began to heal, and even the fragments of the wooden bed scattered on the ground automatically pieced themselves together, restoring itself to the state it had been when Wu Wang first entered, at a slow but steady pace.

The light bulb above their heads remained unresponsive; it would never light up again.

Or rather, this was the only way it could be before Wu Wang died.

crunch--

The sound of the wooden planks being pressed against the bed came from the lower bunk, where Wu Wang should have been. A dark figure silently emerged.

In the darkness, her face was not visible.

But compared to the little black boy Wu Wang had just seen, this figure had grown more than twice its size, and was almost as big as Wu Wang, a grown adult.

It slowly got off the bed.

Lie on the ground with your arms and legs spread out, forming a "大" shape, and look at the ceiling.

Just like Wu Wang just now...

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As Wu Wang was being escorted by the fat, dwarf prison guard, he was also thinking about everything that had just happened.

In his words, the little black boy was a pure mechanics monster.

After being freed from the chains, he could not directly touch the other party no matter what he used, while the little black boy could touch and even hurt him without restraint.

However, the other party's desire to attack did not seem that strong, or rather, at this stage it only regarded Wu Wang as a toy that it could play with at will.

It just kept causing Wu Wang's skin to feel intense pain, which should have been intense.

However, it was not a fatal wound.

Furthermore, it can appear anywhere in the room at will, making its pranks impossible to guard against. Unfortunately, Wu Wang currently feels no pain.

It wasn't until he was constantly using the [Shadow Fighting Technique] and the [Seven Star Steps of Heaven] that he inadvertently used the [Heavenly Palm Technique], and his own shadow happened to hit the hidden little black boy.

Wu Wang felt that his hand had not touched anything, yet he felt as if he had hit some kind of flesh.

This angered the little black boy.

It jumped up and kept biting the light bulb with its teeth.

Until the very last moment before the sound of the two dwarf prison guards unlocking the door came.

The light bulb exploded after it bit into it.

When the room was completely dark, and Wu Wang knew he could no longer use his shadow to reach the other party, the sound of the door opening rang out.

He immediately chained himself again, lay on the ground, and pretended that nothing had happened.

After all, he cannot reveal his ability to unlock chains at will.

However, Wu Wang was still puzzled by the little black boy's special mechanism. He could even feel that the boy's speed and strength were increasing significantly during the prank.

It's as if a child's growth process is unfolding in a very short period of time.

"Is this little black kid's prank the reason other serious offenders committed suicide? It feels like it's not quite there yet," Wu Wang pondered.

Among the criminals who can be called serious offenders here, there are probably quite a few who are not afraid of death. Mere physical torture is not enough to make them commit suicide.

The skinny dwarf just mentioned the word "tonight".

It seems that under normal circumstances, the anomaly should only occur at night, but now the light bulb has been destroyed prematurely.

My fate tonight may be more severe than that of the serious criminals I've encountered before.

"Heh, come on then, let me see how you plan to kill me!" Wu Wang's eyes became even more interesting: "Suicide? That's my specialty!"

Before long, he arrived at the exercise area, which was an exaggeratedly large playground.

The playground is divided into many areas with different functions, including but not limited to basketball courts, soccer fields, table tennis courts, badminton courts, and even rugby fields.

Of course, besides the sports that Wu Wang was familiar with, there were also many sports that he had never seen before and that did not belong to Earth at all.

It's probably something borrowed from the sports culture of other dungeon worlds.

The sixth rule of the Devil's Prison—

When exercising, please ensure you are in a state of physical activity. Each rest period should not exceed 3 minutes, and the interval between rest periods must be greater than 30 minutes.

Just as Wu Wang was thinking of this rule, he was suddenly kicked into the playground by the fat, short prison guard behind him.

It was clear that this guy was still angry about the prank he had just played on him. Even though the skinny dwarf warned him not to kill him, he couldn't help but kick him a couple of times to vent his anger.

Upon entering the playground, I noticed that even when the criminals were heading to other areas for exercise, they were jogging.

Wu Wang also ran to the area near the basketball court, just like them.

With his keen observation skills, he immediately spotted the female criminal who had given him the note.

She was wearing only a sports bra, revealing her clearly defined six-pack abs. Surrounded by several criminals with animal heads on their heads, she dribbled the basketball with incredible speed, as if she had eyes.

He dribbled past three players, leaped high, and slammed the ball into the hoop with a resounding thud.

The sweat evaporated instantly on the ground, giving her the air of a heroine.

When she saw Wu Wang running over, her eyes flickered twice, and she grinned as she approached to greet him.

Unexpectedly, Wu Wang approached her but didn't even glance at her before the two passed each other.

He went to a corner where a group of people were warming up and walked up to an elderly man with a lion's head who looked very old and had a full head of white hair. He seemed to be struggling to move.

This is clearly not a human species.

He slowed his pace and said, "You should know that talking to me is against the rules, right? So you're making your subordinates take the risk?"

“I know two bosses who have much more charisma than you; at least they wouldn’t deliberately put their men at risk.”

The two bosses Wu Wang mentioned were naturally Xie Zhi and Qinglong.

To be honest, it's really rare to find a leader with more personal charisma than either of them.

The old man with the lion's head slowly raised his head. The loose, wrinkled skin on his cheeks was somewhat disgusting. His voice sounded like he was holding phlegm as he said, "I'm just a piece of rotten wood who's about to die in this dilapidated prison. What do you mean by telling me this?"

In response, Wu Wang simply said, "Rotten Wood wouldn't dare to speak to me."

Don't forget, talking to yourself, especially opening your mouth to communicate, is also against the rules.

In fact, Wu Wang was able to sense the old man's presence because he really didn't think the female criminal looked like a leader.

Although he certainly looked dashing and heroic.

But he's more like the top henchman of a gang, with a reckless and bold temperament just like Xie Zhi's friend [Ying Luo].

Therefore, Wu Wang concluded that she was not the one who truly wanted to contact him.

As I approached, the other person's eyes flickered for a moment, and I subconsciously looked in this direction, my gaze landing on the old man with the lion's head.

He is the one who needs to find himself.

"Hehe, you're quite the young man." The old man with the lion's head chuckled, his tone changing. "I know you're new to this prison, and you were dragged into that room without knowing any of the rules. You must have encountered something strange, right?"

"I have a way to keep you safe, you just need to do one thing for me, okay?"

Upon hearing the other person's words, Wu Wang did not rush to answer, but instead changed the subject and asked about something else—

What would happen if we didn't exercise now?

He is now a target of public criticism as a serious criminal in a special room.

It doesn't matter if we do something a little outrageous; it's a good opportunity to see the consequences of breaking the rules and to show our stance to these seasoned veterans.

Although I am new here, I am not someone you can just bully.

Moreover, in Wu Wang's view, the rules of the Devil's Prison that involve special rooms or certain rules that require encountering someone alone, such as the rules concerning prison guards and light bulbs, belong to the most dangerous category.

In places like the "exercise exercise" where large numbers of criminals are concentrated, even if the rules are violated, the consequences should not be as severe as in the former case.

"You're welcome to give it a try."

The old man with the lion's head had a somewhat eerie smile. In his eyes, even if this guy was a serious criminal, he was still a greenhorn.

You can tell from his behavior in the cafeteria.

Extravagant and flamboyant.

Such a person can be easily spurred down with a simple provocation, making him suffer a setback.

It will be much easier to ask him for help when the time comes.

As expected, upon hearing this, Wu Wang's steps slowed down even further.

Gradually, it slowed down to a normal walking pace or even slower, hardly qualifying as exercise at all, and eventually, it ended up just standing still.

"Really? Then I'll give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Wang's vision went black.

He then collapsed heavily to the ground...

(End of this chapter)