Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 465 Who here accuses this official?

Ryan turned his head to look at the group of people behind him.

Each of them had a life-or-death bond with him.

They are the kind of brothers you can trust to carry your back on the battlefield.

However, I don't know why, or from which moment I stepped into this research lab.

He suddenly dared not turn his back on his brothers anymore.

He looked at everyone who was looking at him with a mixture of confusion and bewilderment, or with a solemn expression as they awaited the next command.

Captain Ryan took a deep breath.

He then spoke up, somewhat angrily, and rebuked:
"Find her! Alice! A clone! Anything! Find her!"

The dwarf prison guards behind him were slightly taken aback.

They then exchanged glances and began to disperse to search for people as instructed.

This was the first time Legolas had ever seen Ryan so furious.

He couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Are you... alright?"

Ryan didn't say anything immediately.

She simply watched silently as the group of dwarf prison guards dispersed, until there was no one left in Alice's laboratory.

He then stepped forward and closed the door.

Then he looked at the elf with an extremely complicated expression, the one with whom he had been openly and secretly fighting and bickering for who knows how many years.

I never expected that at a time like this, the person I would trust the most would be this guy.

He sighed and said, "You're right. It's not a problem with the environment, it's a problem with people. The feeling of being spied on comes from our familiar companions."

"I now suspect that some of the dwarves among the prison guards have been replaced by clones."

"But the number of people replaced shouldn't be enough to cause the entire prison guard team to fall, otherwise they would have started a rebellion long ago."

"I reckon there were about half genuine and half fake among those dwarves."

Upon hearing this, Legolas shuddered, a slight chill running down his spine.

He swallowed hard and asked, "Then... what about the elves? Some of my people were also replaced?"

Unexpectedly, Ryan's expression became even more helpless.

He said regretfully, "You're overthinking it, old friend. Your elves have all fallen long ago. Even the dwarves couldn't hold them off. If even one elf survives, you can have him report to the prison guard department after this is over. I'll create a special position for him as an elven prison guard."

Legolas: "..."

Dude, what time is it? Do we still have to say discriminatory things to each other?
What did the elf do to you? Can't an elf be both scholarly and martial?

Of course, Legolas only thought these words in his mind and didn't actually say them out loud.

After all, he knew it was indeed true.

Dwarves are indeed far more talented in combat than elves.

Putting aside the sheer difference in physical strength, even in terms of mental power, where elves are far superior to dwarves, they wouldn't dare say they could defeat dwarves head-on.

The reason is simple—the spirits possess great spiritual power, but they primarily use it for extensive research and experimental work, rather than for fighting others.

It can be understood as holding a gold brick in one's hand.

If you asked them to beat someone up, they would simply hit them with gold bricks.

Dwarves, on the other hand, possess a unique talent: they can perfectly integrate their spiritual energy into their physical bodies.

When fighting others, it's like putting on armor for your mental energy, making it impossible for the enemy to engage in a pure mental battle.

Therefore, although the dwarves' overall mental strength is not as good as that of the elves.

But when it comes to fighting, there's not much to say.

Given this situation, a significant portion of the dwarven prison guards scattered outside have been quietly replaced.

The elves, who were closest to these clones, were naturally all killed.

Legolas, who had initially held onto a sliver of hope, finally gave up.

He sighed, "So what do we do now? Notify the warden...?"

boom--

Before he could finish speaking, Ryan slammed his fist on the control panel next to him.

The fist mark on his fist was right next to the one he had made last night, echoing each other.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Did you fucking lose your mind doing experiments?!"

"With such a serious accident, who can escape responsibility, you or me? The clone escaped from your side, and the regulatory aspect is my responsibility."

"If the warden really finds out, I'd rather have your head than yours! I have a wife and kids at home, I can't afford to lose my life here!"

"And it's not just a problem between the two of us! Don't forget, dwarves and elves are not indispensable species in the Demon Prison. The warden can always find two other species to serve as guards and conduct research!"

"The only reason we can keep doing this is because the warden has gotten used to it after so many years, but that doesn't mean he can't be replaced!"

These words struck Legolas like a heavy blow to the head.

He immediately realized what was happening.

Yes... In essence, it's not that the Demon Prison needs dwarves and elves, but rather that they need the Demon Prison.

After all, the nature of this prison is not as wonderful as people imagine.

The warden wasn't some noble righteous man who invested so many resources to imprison criminals from all over the world.

This approach, which seems to protect a great deal of global stability, actually has another reason.

He can hardly be considered a good person.

"Then let's solve this ourselves?" Legolas's gaze hardened slightly.

Ryan nodded and said, "Of course, who else can we rely on? We can't even trust our own people in this prison anymore, so how can we trust the criminals?"

In Ryan's view, even if some of his people had been replaced, even if the elven race was almost completely wiped out.

But this does not affect his confidence in regaining the initiative.

The reason is simple—Ryan is really strong.

Or rather, he was very strong within this prison.

He was so powerful that he believed he could suppress order with his own strength.

The problem now is how to find the mastermind behind this. We can't just let the person who did this stay in prison forever, can we?
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Legolas's mind.

He said, "Hey, you know what, there might actually be a criminal we can trust."

Ryan wasn't stupid; he immediately realized who he was talking about.

He frowned and said, "You mean the widow? What if he was replaced too? Even if he wasn't replaced, when we found him last night, he didn't seem to be thinking very well."

Legolas shook his head.

He said confidently, "Don't worry! The widow has absolutely not been replaced!"

"The reason is simple—he was the core target of this accident!"

"Whether it's the person behind me or the hidden mastermind, their previous goal must have been to control the widows so that they could produce a large amount of memory ore for research."

“If he has already been replaced, then there is no need to do anything else! Just take him away to negotiate with the warden.”

"Since the mastermind is still causing trouble in prison, it proves that he cannot replace the widow, or rather, he cannot take the widow away."

"That's why he chose to go all out and destroy the widow."

At this point, Legolas revealed a confident smile.

He tapped the control panel in front of Ryan.

The elf's arrogant air reappeared on his face as he spoke:

“But that’s not a problem for me. I recently completed a project on extracting the power from minerals to heal mental injuries. Bring him here and I’ll treat him personally. I guarantee I can restore you to a completely healed state!”

Upon hearing this, Ryan's expression turned rather unpleasant.

Or rather, he gritted his teeth and said viciously to Legolas, "Damn it, if you're so capable, why didn't you tell last night!"

"And so you finally admit you have someone backing you? I knew you weren't being honest, you bastard!"

The dwarf captain looked like a gas cylinder, about to explode.

The elf Legolas scratched the back of his head sheepishly and said:

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. The situation wasn't that serious last night, but now we're in the same boat. We'll both suffer if we don't take down the mastermind."

"As for the buyer behind me... we can discuss that later. Maybe we can even make some money together from there."

"Of course, I was being unfair this time. I can give you more benefits."

Ryan was indeed furious.

But it was the same as what the other party said.

Now they're all in the same boat.

Addressing the immediate problems is the most important thing.

The two began to discuss in detail how to get the widow to help them lure out the mastermind behind it all.

Of course, they don't know yet.

In reality, there was no such hypothetical enemy as a mastermind.

Everything was done by that bastard who was chatting in the kitchen.

Now, these two leaders, the dwarf and the elf, believe they can still control the situation.

They planned to ask Wu Wang for help in capturing the person...

If Wu Wang knew his thoughts now...

They'll probably just scoff—

"Who in the hall is suing me?"

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On the other side, Wu Wang, who was having a very pleasant conversation with Oink and had prepared a large and sumptuous meal for him, would occasionally sit down to rest.

He kept sweating profusely from his forehead.

In response, Oink said while eating, "Your mental energy is very unstable. Is this body about to collapse? Or has something happened to your original body?"

Jiang Xiaoming, who was sitting next to him washing vegetables, was already numb to it all.

Every word these two guys uttered was beyond his imagination.

Damn it, we're all players of the same game, but it feels like you're playing a completely different game from us.

Can dungeons in the game "Spirit Disaster" be played like this?
Although he was a newcomer, he could tell that Wu Wang's current progress in conquering dungeons was definitely different from other players in the Spirit Disaster.

Otherwise, why didn't this kid even appear with them in the regular prison cells?
Or is he a serious criminal who has a special room all to himself?

In contrast, Wu Wang was not too surprised by Oink's words that he saw through his body and realized it was not his true self.

He rubbed his temples to ease the discomfort and said, "It's nothing... I'm just a bit mentally exhausted..."

That's right, right now I'm essentially controlling the actions of thousands of people at the same time.

Each clone takes about a hundred points of mental energy to fully activate, and subsequent control only requires providing five points of mental energy per hour.

Although clones in the lab or alone do not need to give any additional instructions, they can be made to perform repetitive actions to reduce mental strain.

But the base number for manipulation remains constant.

Even with Wu Wang's thousands of points of mental energy, it was just a drop in the ocean.

As a result, starting from the middle of last night, he actually died several times every hour to replenish his depleted mental energy and then immediately replenish it.

This kind of death is far more painful than a normal physical death.

Even though Wu Wang had been stripped of his sense of pain, he would still experience some discomfort.

He felt slightly tipsy, as if he had drunk a lot of strong liquor in a short period of time.

Fortunately, Wu Wang also discovered that as long as the person being replaced by the clone carries memory ore with them.

They can also slowly draw some kind of energy from it.

Therefore, they no longer need much mental support.

This is also why Wu Wang secretly went to the mine last night and brought back a large amount of ore.

This greatly reduced his burden.

Now everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.

He needed an opportunity to get in touch with the warden.

The best channel is right here in front of us, Oink.

So Wu Wang opened his mouth and said, "Mr. Ao, I would like to ask you for a small favor. Could you take me to see the warden of this prison?"

"In return, I can tell you more about the special forces in this prison, and perhaps even help you leave this world."

However, Oink did not show the expression Wu Wang hoped to see on his face after hearing about the deal.

After he finished his meal, he sat down in a huge wicker chair.

He sighed, "I've been trapped for so long that I've almost forgotten what freedom tastes like."

Even as I continue to try to escape, I can't stop wondering, what exactly is the freedom I'm pursuing?

"Even if I escape from this world, I will still be in exile, not truly free."

"Your Excellency, Divine Messenger..."

"There is always something above me that makes me wary and makes me afraid to stay in any world for too long."

"I... am a little tired."

Looking at Oink, he saw a dejected expression on his face.

Wu Wang pondered for a moment.

Then she wanted to take something out of her backpack, but then remembered that all her items were still in the storage room.

Moreover, this isn't its own physical body, so it can't use the player's [inventory].

So he could only say, "I know a guy who, like you, can travel through countless worlds, but he doesn't belong to any Venerable One or Divine Messenger. If you're interested, I think you can meet him after you leave this world."

"Find out to that guy how he managed to do this."

"What do you think?"

This piqued Oink's interest.

Because he knew that the Descendants would appear in different worlds.

Therefore, it is possible to get to know some special people.

But... does the guy he's talking about really exist?

"What kind of person is that guy you're talking about?" Oink asked.

Wu Wang twitched his lips slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

He then said, "Oh, he's not a person, he's a penguin, a penguin that specializes in shady businesses."

"As long as you can offer a transaction of corresponding value, believe me, not only will you learn the way to freedom from him, but even if you ask him what color the Venerable One's underwear is, he will find a way to find out."

Oink: "?"

Why does that sound so unreliable?
But faced with this tempting choice.

Oink remained silent.

A moment later, he placed the butcher's knife in front of Wu Wang.

He said calmly, "If you want me to believe you, or even help you see the warden, you have to prove one thing to me first—"

"Prove to me what your freedom is."

(End of this chapter)