It's time to become an evil god.

It's clear that Section Chief Xing was kidnapped in his dream this time.

Section Chief Xing looked like an innocent victim, struggling but unable to move. The metal pieces hanging upside down from his feet clattered together. He tried to check his surroundings and, after confirming that Bai Ge was not nearby, decided to try to save himself.

"Damn it."

The moment he made a sound, it seemed to alert something outside the door, followed by a series of heavy footsteps approaching. Section Chief Xing immediately stopped all his small movements, and the footsteps outside the door ceased as well.

Section Chief Xing's heart pounded wildly. Having dealt with unusual events for so long, he still felt a deep sense of unease. Although this was a dream world, if Section Chief Xing "died," he would exit the dream, causing the mission to fail. Moreover, this was originally a private operation.

After the footsteps outside the door faded into the distance, Section Chief Xing swayed his body and, using the strength of his muscles, untied the knots binding his feet while hanging upside down. Then, he gently landed on the ground with both feet, the whole process flowing smoothly and almost without making a sound.

He tiptoed to the table, grabbed a hammer and a knife, then quietly walked to the doorway. He pressed his ear against the cold iron door, listening intently to any sounds outside. Only after confirming that there was no noise and he wouldn't be surprised by the unexpected door-opening attack did Section Chief Xing quietly open the door a crack and peek through the light streaming in from outside.

What he saw shocked him greatly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

This is a slaughterhouse.

To be precise, it was a human slaughterhouse.

On the assembly line, iron hooks spun incessantly, hanging from them mutilated and horrifying human corpses, indistinguishable from slaughtered livestock hanging upside down. The scene looked eerie and terrifying in the gloomy and eerie environment; even Section Chief Xing couldn't help but swallow hard, silently muttering a curse in his heart.

"This kind of gloomy and terrifying place, if it were Mr. Bai, he would definitely feel more at home, right?"

Then the footsteps sounded again, and this time he saw a massive figure slowly approaching. It was a bloated, obese man wearing a butcher's apron, his steps slow and steady. However, a terrifying pig's head protruded from his neck. Yes, this grotesque monster with a pig's head and a human body walked to the assembly line, hoisted one of the corpses onto the table, and then grabbed a butcher's knife, completely oblivious to its surroundings. It just kept wielding the knife, its movements sinister, its eyes glowing a ghostly green—not the light reflected from an animal's eyes at night, but the greedy green light of a starving ghost.

He looks just like Oink, the Butcher of Paradise.

Section Chief Xing gestured to the opponent's massive two-meter-tall body, then looked at the iron hammer in his hand. The difference was obvious; he was no match for him at all.

Just as he was agonizing over how to sneak out, a series of loud bangs came from the door. The sudden noise startled Section Chief Xing, who instinctively thought he had exposed his position.

The pig-headed, humanoid monster that had been chopping up the corpse stopped and turned its gaze toward the doorway. The next moment, the door was kicked open, and an equally strange figure appeared directly opposite Section Chief Xing.

That was... a Superman wearing a red spittoon headgear and a leather suit?

Although Chief Xing had to cram a lot of anime and movies because of dealing with the evolution game, he still couldn't tell whether this guy was a Kamen Rider or Superman.

Judging from his appearance, he's probably an old scoundrel from the Showa era.

The key point is that this strange guy in the leather suit is holding a cross sword in one hand and a strange knife in the other.

However, the size of the other party was nothing compared to the nearly two-meter-tall pig-headed monster.

However, the opponent was not afraid at all, and did not even use a powerful move, but charged straight in.

The pig-headed man was also stunned for a moment, as if he had never encountered such an unpredictable opponent before. Before it could do anything, the cross-shaped sword drew an arc in mid-air and stabbed directly into its shoulder.

With a clang, the cleaver fell to the ground. The guy in the red leather holster rushed forward, grabbed the knife without a word, and stabbed the other man in the stomach. It was like a thug's fight; it wasn't pretty at all, but it was extremely effective, causing the pig-headed man to bleed profusely.

Perhaps the monster had never encountered such a terrifying, unreasonable, and reckless creature, which frightened it so much that it turned around and ran away.

However, the man in the red suit chased after the pig-headed man, pinned him to the ground, and beat him mercilessly. The monster even let out a pig-like scream. Not satisfied with the beating, the man plunged his cross-shaped sword into the monster's spine, instantly crippling it. Once the monster was completely helpless, the man repeatedly stabbed its face with a knife, ignoring its despair and pleas for mercy. Finally, he kicked the monster, sending it flying and embedding it into the wall.

The whole process was exceptionally cruel; this hooded madman was even more monstrous than the monsters themselves.

Section Chief Xing silently swallowed. Although he had initially suspected that this guy might be Master Bai, Master Bai didn't seem to have such terrifying and amazing combat power... right?

"Come out."

After defeating the pig-headed, human-bodied monster, he said calmly, "You are safe now."

Section Chief Xing hesitated for a moment, but still opened the prison door.

He stared at the man in front of him and asked hesitantly, "Who are you? Kamen Rider?"

"Do not."

The other person flicked the blood off his knife and said coldly, "Actually, I am Red Superman, a hero who loves peace and upholds justice."

The pig-headed man embedded in the wall seemed to want to stand up. He turned around and punched hard on the head, and the half of his face that had just struggled out was instantly embedded back in.

"..."

Section Chief Xing stared at the other person, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

They suddenly jump out and attack monsters without any reason, regardless of whether the monsters are combat-ready. They then attempt to hunt down fleeing monsters, pinning them to the ground and relentlessly beating and breaking their spines. They brutally kill monsters by repeatedly stabbing their faces, and will even check if the monsters are still alive, finishing them off with a final blow if they are not dead.

You have the nerve to call yourself the righteous hero Red Superman?

Section Chief Xing took a deep breath, covered his nose, and asked in a low voice, "Wait, Red, Red Superman, right? Then why do you have a strong smell of blood on you?"

"The leather suit I was wearing was originally white, but it was stained red with the monster's blood."

Hong Chao patted Section Chief Xing on the shoulder and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? You look nervous and sweaty. Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person."

...You just want to fight monsters, don't you!

Section Chief Xing took a deep breath and asked, "Where is this?"

"Time is running out."

Red Superman pointed to the clock on the wall and said, "Before answering your question, I want to tell you something else."

Chapter 170 Can I see your health code?

What do you want to tell me?

To encounter a sadistic, self-proclaimed champion of justice, masked man who enjoys torturing monsters in a creepy slaughterhouse in the dead of night is like doing something bad in Gotham and then turning around to find a muscular brute wearing a half-face mask, revealing his buttocks and chin, and dressed in a tight-fitting cape. Section Chief Xing's palms were sweaty with nervousness, and his hands were trembling slightly.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should run away or grit his teeth and listen to him continue. Red Superman stared directly at the other man and asked, word by word, "Are you a player or not?"

These words struck Xing like a bolt from the blue, exploding in his mind and leaving him with extremely complex emotions.

How is this possible? This is clearly my dream, so why would a character who knows about the player's existence appear?

At this moment, Section Chief Xing's first thought was of the so-called dream connection device technology that the Special Affairs Bureau brought back from another world. What if that technology was originally a trap for players?

Thinking of this, Section Chief Xing felt a chill run down his spine. Sweat beaded on his pale face as he wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead and stammered, "I, I'm not."

Red Superman frowned and asked, "Wait, why are you suddenly sweating so much?"

Section Chief Xing could only come up with a clumsy lie, "I... I'm a little cold."

"But it's July now."

"A calm mind naturally brings coolness."

"..."

Section Chief Xing asked knowingly, "And what exactly are these 'players' you're talking about?"

"To be precise, they are a group of chosen ones who have joined a kind of God-like game. They are both free will and prisoners of fate. They need to complete all sorts of tasks to survive. However, the God-like game is not 100% without loopholes. Players from different worlds will look for loopholes to establish connections with players from other worlds, like you."

Red Superman pointed his finger at Section Chief Xing.

"Me, us?"

Section Chief Xing's Adam's apple bobbed. The true face of Red Superman was hidden under a strange mask, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Do you really think that the dream-sharing technology is an unexpected surprise, or a trap deliberately set by other players to hunt and harvest low-level players? We just need to leave clues in the world of the quest and wait for you to discover them. We can then wait for you to come to us."

Red Superman pointed to the monster in the wall that was almost smashed into a pig chop and said, "Moreover, these monsters are also players from another world. There are only two kinds of people in this dream: one is the player group, and the other is the non-player group."

Section Chief Xing raised a question, "That's not right. According to you, the strength of the player group is far superior to that of the non-player group, so why didn't you kill me?"

Red Superman raised his index finger and shook it. "Do you know why I didn't kill you? Because you can't damage non-player targets in Dream Sharing. And do you think I don't know that ordinary people only appear here when they follow players from this universe?"

After his true intentions were exposed, Section Chief Xing's face turned ashen.

It's a conspiracy! It's all a conspiracy orchestrated by other players!

"Wait, didn't you say you were the righteous Red Superman? What happened to your bottom line?"

"I'm sorry, but my bottom line on justice is rather flexible."

"My approach is simple: just eliminate all the players."

Red Superman coldly stated, "I am the victor."

……

The streets were deathly silent, and the houses on both sides of the street were gloomy and eerie, with a feeling that something strange was hidden behind the dark windows.

In the depths of the night, a stumbling figure could be vaguely seen, running towards Bai Ge, as if something was chasing him.

Upon seeing Bai Ge appear, the figure instinctively quickened his pace, as if he had found his last lifeline. However, before he could utter a sound, Bai Ge saw an even larger, uninvited guest appear behind the figure.

Bending down, the uninvited guest pressed his two large, red palms to the ground, his strong fingers piercing the earth without any resistance. With a dull thud, he easily lifted a large piece of reinforced concrete with one hand and threw it at the unfortunate player like a discus.

The concrete block spun and flew towards the unfortunate player at an apparent slow but actually fast speed, casting a shadow that grew larger and larger beneath his feet.

With a deafening roar, the unfortunate player was buried under a massive reinforced concrete structure and crushed to death, leaving behind a large pool of splattered blood beneath the concrete.

As the dust settled, a crimson monster appeared before them, its nearly three-meter height giving off an extremely strong and terrifying sense of oppression.

Then Bai Ge saw a figure dressed in red imperial armor, wearing a helmet and a bear-patterned raincoat, holding a hook-and-sickle spear, and riding a tall warhorse blocking his way.

With a flick of his cold light, the entire concrete wall snapped in two, and he said in a deep, chilling voice, "I am Oniwa Gyoubu Masataka."

The hook-and-sickle spear slammed into the ground, and he said, word by word, "This road is blocked."

"Oh."

Bai Ge raised an eyebrow and said, "Then I'll leave?"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Riding a tall warhorse, the man named Oniwa Gyobe Masataka paused for a moment, then said awkwardly, "Hey, you over there, aren't you going to attack? Say something, at least. Hey, don't go, my friend, you're making me very embarrassed."

With a whoosh, a knife flew past Bai Ge's cheek and embedded itself in the telephone pole behind him.

Another man wearing a straw hat spat out the wheat stalks in his mouth and said coldly, "Since you're already here, don't be in such a hurry to leave, otherworldly player. Today I'll show you what hard mode is all about."

The players' IDs were displayed above their heads.

【Ashina - Gyoubu Masataka Oniwa, LV12】

【Ashina Sase Jinsuke, LV11】

"Oh? Really? So you guys are players?"

Having confirmed some of his inner thoughts, Bai Ge stopped in his tracks after hearing these words, looking at the other person with interest, and said, "Interesting. Ever since I developed decision-making difficulties, I haven't played the easy mode again."

Oniwa Gyoubu Masataka brandished his sword and said coldly, "In this godforsaken place, players can't use items or skills, which means it's all about swordsmanship and technique. We're confident we can take your head in three strikes."

The opponent drew his long sword from his waist, assuming an offensive stance. Bai Ge suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute."