Using his Soul Weapon, Zhao Yi successfully killed a Bloody Weapon and obtained its meme data.
The meme of the giant lizard was indeed powerful. Even in its broken state, it managed to reconstruct 0.05% of Zhao Yi's Evil Deity Meme data, just like X-3!
This was no small amount.
"System, how do I upgrade my bloodline?"
Seeing his bloodline revive under the influence of the Evil Deity Meme, Zhao Yi casually asked.
[Bloodlines are divided into innate and acquired bloodlines.]
[Innate bloodlines are those the player is born with, while acquired bloodlines can be exchanged in the store or obtained by chance from dungeons.]
[Generally, innate bloodlines come with their own upgrade methods once awakened.]
[Your bloodline data is abnormal; the system cannot detect its quality or provide more information.]
Data abnormality.
Zhao Yi shook his head.
What a trash game.
He looked at the nearly empty heart on the ground, raised an eyebrow, and a rather good idea popped into his mind.
After collecting the heart, Zhao Yi retraced his steps back to the secret chamber along the route Old Wu had set for him.
Then he placed the heart into a bag Old Wang and Old Xu used specifically for storing human organs.
Hmm... what would happen if he sold this organ, still covered in giant lizard meme fragments?
Would it come back to life?
Zhao Yi grinned.
Fing hell, I'm a genius!
Hours later, Luo Qili sent Zhao Yi a message.
"Twenty-one people completed the game in total."
"There's an old man, though he's not very mobile, he was never targeted by the Bloody Weapons... I think he might be the Abalone Game's observer behind the scenes."
"Should we take action?"
Zhao Yi replied:
"Remember his appearance."
"Don't act now; if you do, you'll die too."
"Wait for the right moment."
...
After the second game ended, Old Wang and Old Xu once again brought Zhao Yi a large number of corpses.
This time, Zhao Yi showed them what it meant to be a ruthless dissection machine.
When all the special storage bags were filled with intact human organs, the two couldn't stop grinning.
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Fing hell... if we sell all this...
How many billions would we get?
Looking at Zhao Yi sterilizing the scalpel beside the operating table, Old Wang hesitated for a moment but still asked:
"Dr. Zhao, you really don't want any money?"
Zhao Yi replied with a smile:
"I'm not interested in money."
"I never touch money."
"Because my happiest time was when I earned two hundred bucks a month, back when I was a teacher..."
"Back then, I saved every month, knowing that in a few more months, I could buy a fresh corpse..."
At this point, Old Wang and Old Xu shivered inexplicably.
Buy... buy a corpse?
"What... do you buy corpses for?"
Zhao Yi slightly raised his head, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on his smiling face.
"Nothing..."
The two shivered.
Fing hell!
Is this guy mentally ill?
He doesn't do human things!
"By the way... you haven't told me about the third game's content."
The main quest requires players to complete three games, which is why Zhao Yi has been holding back from taking action against the mastermind.
Once the mastermind dies, the game will end prematurely.
Old Xu said:
"The third game is a massacre."
"The surviving players must kill each other. Only when there's one person left in the hall will they qualify to enter a special room and receive their reward."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi's expression became subtle.
"So where did the previous winners go?"
Old Xu and Old Wang looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.
"Don't know... maybe they've already left."
In truth, they knew that the winners of the Abalone Game likely met the same fate.
No player has ever left the underground arena alive.
At least... they haven't seen it.
Zhao Yi pondered for a moment, muttering to himself:
"This old man... wants to snatch my meat..."
"I've been raising it for so long, I can't let others get ahead."
After a pause, he looked up and asked:
"Where is the mastermind of this third game?"
Old Wang:
"The VIP room."
"There will be quite a few guests there."
Zhao Yi raised an eyebrow:
"Is there a way to sneak in?"
Old Wang carefully scrutinized Zhao Yi and shook his head.
"No way."
"There are only female attendants inside, no male attendants."
"And the women they choose... all have nine-head figures, front protrusion, and rear lift. You can't possibly sneak in."
Zhao Yi's eyes twinkled with amusement.
"No, I can."
Old Wang looked at Zhao Yi's unremarkable chest and not-so-lifted rear, showing a puzzled expression.
Zhao Yi gave him a pat on the shoulder, interrupting Old Wang's baseless fantasies.
"I know a female player."
"She has a great figure... maybe she can sneak into the VIP room... of course, this requires your help."
Old Wang seemed to understand Zhao Yi's plan.
"There are many super soldiers outside the VIP room. Once the mastermind dies, no one will be able to leave alive..."
Zhao Yi said slowly:
"What if... there was an external force that could make those super soldiers leave?"
The two were stunned.
Zhao Yi looked into their eyes:
"Next... you just need to do as I say..."
"Soon, you'll be able to leave this underground arena with a huge sum of money and disappear..."
...
The third game.
After a day's rest, everyone appeared in the hall once again.
The twenty-one survivors were the strongest and most suitable players for survival out of the six hundred.
However, if anyone paid close attention, they would notice that two of the twenty-one had been swapped.
One was the old man.
The other was a woman.
In the corner, Bal seemed somewhat absent-minded.
In the last dungeon, he didn't see Zhao Yi.
This meant Zhao Yi was dead.
But Bal didn't want to believe it.
The voice in his heart told him... Zhao Yi was still alive.
If this guy died at someone else's hands... then the psychological shadow would haunt him for life!
But soon, as the third game began, Bal spotted the figure that had kept him tossing and turning, sleepless at night, in a corner of the arena!
Zhao Yi!
"Wasn't he dead..."
Bal rubbed his eyes, his previously dejected expression turning ferocious once more!
He confirmed he wasn't mistaken!
The man standing in the distance, hands in pockets... was Zhao Yi!
He wasn't so easy to kill!
"You are destined to die by my hand!"
Bal drew his Soul Weapon... the Screaming Cleaver, and his murderous aura exploded as he charged at Zhao Yi!
The latter also drew his scalpel, a satisfied smile on his face.
"You've grown well, Bal!"
With one slash, Zhao Yi was forced back several steps by Bal's terrifying strength!
Even though Zhao Yi was only Level 5, his strength had already reached 70!
Ordinary players, even at Level 8 or 9, would find it hard to match Zhao Yi's formidable strength!
However, in front of Level 12 Bal... Zhao Yi still seemed like a little brother!
Slash!
The cleaver sliced across Zhao Yi's arm, spilling a large amount of blood!
"Dr. Zhao..."
"After all these years, you've disappointed me quite a bit..."
"My cleaver... is already thirsty!"
Bal's smile had reached a pathological extreme.
Years of fear and suppression could finally be vented today!
The Zhao Yi before him seemed much weaker than he had imagined!
Crack!
After swinging his cleaver, he suddenly lunged forward, kicking Zhao Yi's blocking arms with a leg, and the sound of bones cracking rang out!
Zhao Yi staggered back a few steps, his back slamming into the wall!
His forearm had bent into a strange arc.
White bone fragments pierced through the flesh, exposed and menacing.
By this point, anyone could see that the gap in their combat power was too vast!
The audience in the Live Streaming Room finally began to worry for Zhao Yi!
"It looks like Zhao Yi is really going to lose this time!"
"There's no way to win! Bal is Level 12, and a killing maniac with strength far beyond his level, Zhao Yi is doomed!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity, this year's rookie king is going to fall like this..."
"For some reason, watching Zhao Yi get slaughtered seems like a strange kind of enjoyment!"
...
Seeing Zhao Yi covered in blood, with multiple fractures, Bal flicked the blood off his cleaver and sneered:
"Don't worry, Dr. Zhao..."
"Before you die, I'll let you see clearly..."
"The bloodline passed down through the Bal family for generations, just how powerful it is!"
"The shame left by my father to the family will be washed away by me!"
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