So, the food that Kirk deliberately left behind also ended up in Lu Ce's stomach.

As Lu Ce passed by Kirk's door, he glanced over and noticed there was still a slight gap in the door.

But he didn't care much about it. What was the game? Who was Kirk? He had long forgotten.

Just eat!

[Foreign big shot, danger!]

[I just checked out Ke Kirk's live stream, and he's quite skilled. He deliberately left the food outside as part of a plan.]

[I'm kind of looking forward to his reaction...]

Outside, while Lu Ce was devouring everything in sight, Kirk was inside the room using his abilities, guiding and persuading.

Kirk, a proud American, but with the credentials to back it up.

A former CIA criminal profiler, skilled in negotiation techniques and mental analysis, an honorary professor at Harvard, and a recipient of various honors in the field of criminal investigation.

With his outstanding qualifications, he accessed a wealth of confidential information after his novice mission and realized the importance of the game, achieving a perfect clearance in his first game.

And now, he was a player with superpowers!

—Mental Disruption!

In terms of superpowers, he was even ahead of Lu Ce!

With his background and current superpowers, Kirk felt confident he could extract some information from a few mentally unstable individuals.

"How long have you been here?" Kirk asked fluently in Chinese!

The game wouldn't allow language barriers internally, but he chose to speak Chinese at this moment.

"I... can't remember, three years? Thirty years? Ah..."

Kirk frowned, trying his best to disrupt the other party's mind while asking his questions.

Through previous guidance and simple, non-threatening questions, he had basically numbed and controlled the other party.

Now, he knew that the other party's name was Long Liu, who mumbled about tasks like his mother and wanted to eat fish-flavored shredded pork.

Especially the fish-flavored shredded pork, which the other party inexplicably repeated many times.

"So, what illness do you think you have?" Kirk asked.

"I'm not sick, I'm not sick!" Long Liu shook his head frantically, as if suffering from some hysteria, and Kirk felt he was losing control.

"Alright, alright, sir, we are willing to believe that. So, who do you think is the sickest here?"

"Medicine... no... medicine..." At this point, Long Liu was drooling, already incoherent and uncontrollable.

Kirk sighed, realizing it was hopeless and decided to temporarily withdraw.

"Okay, take a rest. I'll go out and get you something to eat, your favorite fish-flavored shredded pork, and bring it to you soon."

With that, Kirk got up and went outside to fetch food and medicine.

He originally didn't want to do this, believing that medication and such things could cause severe psychological backlash and long-term trauma.

But now, he could no longer control the situation with his mental influence alone and had to resort to medication.

However, he had already led the other party's consciousness into his rhythm. Making those vile things look like fish-flavored shredded pork to the other party was no problem.

Fish-flavored shredded pork seemed to be the other party's obsession.

Once the obsession was satisfied and the other party took the medication, controlling him completely would make obtaining game information much simpler.

Hell Mode... wasn't that daunting after all, just seemed a bit dark and eerie.

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The other Chinese players shouldn't be progressing as fast as he was...

He didn't care if anyone was slacking off; his goal in participating in the game was to achieve a perfect clearance.

In his eyes, there was no such thing as cooperation; players were in competition. The sooner one cracked the game, the more benefits they would gain, and over time, they would grow stronger!

Hell Mode couldn't scare him!

With these thoughts, Kirk walked outside, hands in his pockets, a slight smirk on his face, like a Western version of a crooked-mouthed dragon king.

As soon as he stepped out.

The food tray was empty?

Hmm? Where's the food?

Kirk was momentarily stunned; this was the first time something had happened beyond his control since entering the game.

Where's the food? Why is there only a plate left?

The food was gone, and so was the medicine?

Instinctively, Kirk looked towards the other room doors; there were only five players in total, and there was still plenty of food left.

Instinctively glancing around, Kirk's body stiffened.

No, no, all gone?!

Where did all the food go?!

"What the f**k?!" Unable to hold back, Kirk cursed, looking a bit dumbfounded. Could it be that in this game, food not taken into the room would disappear?

The previous game announcement didn't mention this at all!?

And why was the food gone but the plate still there?

[Haha! I kind of feel sorry for this guy's expression.]

[Didn't expect the biggest problem to be his teammate; no matter how brilliant the mind, it couldn't predict that the food was eaten by a teammate.]

[Feeling sorry for Kirk.]

Kirk's game chat was now filled with laughter.

A bewildered Kirk returned to the room, his previous confidence gone, and when he looked up again, his eyebrows twitched wildly!

Opposite him, Long Liu no longer had the previous foolish look. His blood-red eyes were now filled with ferocity, the chains on his body creaked, and the walls and floor were already showing cracks!

That strength, far beyond human, made Kirk's teeth ache, feeling like the other side could break free at any moment and come at him!

"Where's the fish-flavored shredded pork...?"

"Wait a moment, the chef is still preparing it. For the best taste experience, don't rush." Kirk forced himself to calm down, trying to steady the other party. "I'll go urge them."

With that, he quickly closed the door and went out.

While Kirk was having a hard time, Lu Ce had already eaten his way to the end of the circular corridor.

In an open room there, Tom was parked.

[Have you discovered anything, dear player?]

The familiar mechanical voice sounded, and Tom the Tin Robot turned to look at Lu Ce.

"Do you have any more food?"

[...]

Tom seemed to be momentarily stunned by the question, not responding immediately.

"You smell delicious..." Lu Ce continued, but didn't make any further moves. As the red light was about to go off, he walked back to his room.

After taking a few steps, he turned and saw Kirk coming out to gather information, unwilling to give up, checking each ward as he walked down the corridor.

In front of him, Lu Ce tilted his head back and poured a can into his mouth, as if afraid the other would snatch it.

Kirk: ...