Infinite game, this punishment is fantastic!

Chapter 23, Round 2 of the game ends.

At this moment, Chen Yang was wearing that ominous mask that made people feel physically uncomfortable.

He wore a cursed glove on his right hand and carried a demon-slaying blade.

He exuded a somewhat eerie aura.

Players passing by would glimpse his outfit and immediately turn to other rooms to try and dodge him.

Chen Yang didn't plan to go into the room right now.

He had calculated that if he closed the door and went inside early, and a player outside broke down the door, it would only damage the room and waste it.

He was waiting, waiting until the last second of the countdown before stepping inside.

Seeing that Chen Yang's method of guarding the gate was effective, many clear-headed players began to follow suit, holding their positions tightly at the entrances to each room.

But methods are one thing, resources are ultimately limited.

With eight rooms and only sixteen spots available, there's simply not enough room for the fifty-odd players who don't meet the minimum number of players.

This means that at the moment this countdown ends, at least thirty people will have to face the cruel system punishment.

Not every player possesses Chen Yang's monstrous combat power. In front of those rooms where the doors couldn't be defended, the battleground instantly turned into a brutal battlefield.

The survivors went completely mad for the few spots to enter the house, limbs flying everywhere and screams filling the air.

Even Chen Yang, who had worked in the industrial park in northern Myanmar, frowned at the sight.

He had seen the managers in the park run gladiatorial arenas before, forcing those who were captured to kill each other, while they ran betting and made money outside.

I thought that was already hell on earth, but compared to the primal bestiality that erupts in the struggle for survival, it was nothing.

"Zhang Yang...can you let me in?"

A trembling voice rang out. Wu Xia had somehow somehow gotten close to Chen Yang.

Her face was deathly pale, her eyes filled with a mixture of extreme fear and madness, as if her reason was on the verge of collapse, yet she was desperately clinging to the last shred of lucidity.

"I'm sorry, your condition is unstable right now, and I can't take the risk."

Without even thinking, Chen Yang refused outright.

He and Wu Xia had only met once at most, and were far from being able to entrust their backs to each other.

Even though he is now protected by the [Negative Entropy State] and is not afraid of being backstabbed, he is too lazy to bring a burden that could explode at any time into the house.

"I can give you a thousand points! As long as you can protect me until the end of the game!"

Wu Xia gritted her teeth, as if she were betting her last chip, her voice trembling.

Hearing this, Chen Yang began to re-evaluate the girl in front of him.

He remembered that when they first met, the girl still had a touch of saintly air about her.

But after only one and a half dungeons of torture, they learned to use points to buy their lives.

It seems that a hellish environment is indeed the fastest way to change a person.

Wu Xia's suggestion immediately reminded Chen Yang of those so-called breeding teams.

A group of veteran players who survive by exploiting newcomers to gain points.

Although he disdains to actively exploit others, now the other party is offering money to him in exchange for his life.

Free points are free, so why not take them?

Thinking of this, Chen Yang nodded slightly: "Let's go in."

Just as Wu Xia was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Chen Yang's icy voice rang out again: "But let me make this clear beforehand, once you're inside, stay put and don't try anything funny."

Otherwise, you'll die a horrible death, I'm not kidding.

Faced with Chen Yang's warning, Wu Xia nodded solemnly and forcefully, without any doubt about Chen Yang's methods.

However, she also had doubts. They were all newcomers who entered the game at the same time, so why was Chen Yang so strong?

But she quickly suppressed this doubt.

There is no shame in clinging to the strong when facing death.

She didn't think that much; she simply wanted to live.

Not far away, the players who were fighting saw that Chen Yang had actually let someone into the house, and their eyes turned red, their faces filled with envy, jealousy and hatred.

Several desperate players even tried to rush this way.

But the moment they saw the ominous, even slightly distorted mask on Chen Yang's face, their reason was instantly brought back.

Anyone with half a brain can see that Chen Yang is not someone to be trifled with.

In a place like Level 0 where extraordinary equipment is priceless and unavailable, anyone who isn't a complete idiot can understand the significance of the extraordinary equipment Chen Yang possesses.

Because Chen Yang took the lead in guarding the gate, this round of the game turned out to be a lucky accident. With other players following suit, not a single room was deliberately damaged.

However, the cost is enormous.

The number of corpses in the hall was several times that of the previous round. Most of the rooms were occupied by two strong players working together. They guarded the doors with bloodshot eyes, and would kill anyone who dared to approach.

At this moment, the countdown on the circular screen had jumped to the last 10 seconds.

Chen Yang timed it perfectly, took a half step back, and slipped into the room.

After entering the room, he glanced around and saw that Wu Xia was very sensible. She remained motionless in the corner, behaving extremely obediently.

Chen Yang gripped the doorknob with his left hand and held the [Demon Slayer Blade] tightly with his right, always on guard against any possible unforeseen events.

The countdown jumped to 01 the instant Chen Yang pulled, and with a bang, slammed the door shut at the last second.

[Time's up! Round two is over!]

Number of people in the room: 16

[Number of people outside the building who did not meet the standard: 3]

Death toll: 42

[Number of rooms damaged: 0]

[Number of players remaining: 51]

[Punishment begins: Deprive players who fail to meet the requirements of one of their five senses.]

[There are 4:59 minutes left until the next round of the game begins.]

As the system notification tone faded.

The three players who were too cowardly to participate in the killing and who huddled desperately in the crowd underwent a bizarre change in their bodies almost simultaneously.

A person's eyes were instantly covered with a layer of gray, making them unable to see.

Blood seeped from a person's ear canal, and then he fell into a deathly silence.

Another one fell to the ground like a log, completely losing his sense of touch and unable to perceive the existence of his body.

Chen Yang timed it perfectly, and the moment the punishment ended, he pushed open the door and led Wu Xia back to the hall.

[You are under the influence of a mad will; your Sanity is temporarily increased by 10 for 1 hour.]

Just as I stepped out the door, the system notification popped up again.

Looking at the hellish scene before him, Chen Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt.

The hall was littered with corpses, the stench of blood was nauseating, and the pervasive, insane will continued to launch indiscriminate mental attacks on the remaining living people.

With limbs and severed bodies scattered all over the ground, coupled with this continuous mental drain, anyone with a slightly weaker will would probably collapse on the spot.

Is this instance... really designed to let people get out alive?

Moreover, there was a number that Chen Yang was very concerned about: forty-two players died in this round.