This time, as Wang Ao listened to Lu Ce's seemingly insane words, he didn't care at all, as if he couldn't hear them. With a crazed smile, he looked at the red mask in front of him and the knife in his hand.

This was his illness, and also the source of his sin.

"A hundred times?"

"Yes, a hundred times."

Both of them laughed at this moment, staring at each other, repeating it again, their eyes full of their own desires.

Lu Ce hadn't expected that at this point, someone would willingly deliver Pain Value to him.

And Wang Ao was already immersed in his highest mental enjoyment.

He craved blood, torture, and pain, and he didn't care whether the person being tortured was someone else or himself.

He couldn't remember how long he'd been here, but he remembered why he came.

Torture, torment, indiscriminate harm—he had long become a demon on earth.

But due to his mental illness, he wasn't executed but was kept here for "treatment."

Yet here, he suffered torment far more terrifying than death, day after day, year after year.

But he enjoyed it!

He adapted to everything here, adapted to his existence.

Moreover, he had encountered several times people who came here to get some so-called "information" from him, accepting his manipulation and torture.

In this way, he sank into the abyss of self-torture and torturing others, enjoying it.

But before, he always grasped the opponent's weaknesses, forcing, threatening, enjoying their fear and helplessness.

This time... it was a bit different.

He met someone with a similarly severe condition, who had just driven him into mental chaos.

But it didn't matter; when the game started, when that bloody feeling returned to him, he would have no fear.

On the contrary, wasn't it more interesting to have such a unique guy fall in front of him, watching the other's pain and struggle?

Anyone who came looking for him had something they wanted, and with desire came weakness...

Slap!

Lu Ce raised his right hand, slapping it hard on the ground, his fingers spread wide, exposing the gaps.

The other hand held a piece of iron, motionless for a long time, as if pondering something.

Then, he flipped his left hand, turning the iron piece in another direction, handing it to Wang Ao opposite him.

"What? Afraid?" Wang Ao twisted his neck, with a smile of expected mockery on his face, as if announcing his victory.

Then, he leisurely sat up, licked the wound on his hand, and said:

"I don't know what your purpose is, but I can guarantee."

"No matter your strength, if you refuse me, your goal will not be achieved."

"My goal is just to spend more time with you." The red Gluttony Mask still had that unserious expression (～￣▽￣)～.

All the seriousness and tension seemed never to appear on this mask.

"Here you go," Lu Ce said.

"What?" Wang Ao's eyebrows slightly raised, "What do you mean?"

"You said it, you do it." Lu Ce smiled at him friendly, even gesturing with the knife in his hand, indicating it was fine.

"I trust you, you're skilled, a hundred times."

Wang Ao's mouth twitched, then his lips curled into a wild grin, ending in a hearty laugh.

"Alright, alright, no problem."

Then, he took the knife, leaned slightly forward, and whispered into Lu Ce's ear with a smile:

"Your mental resilience is indeed impressive."

"I like prey like you the most."

"Hope you're ready!"

Then, he stepped back a bit, staring intently at Lu Ce's mask, watching for any subtle changes in expression, then raised his hand high.

With all his strength, he plunged the knife fiercely into the back of Lu Ce's hand!

Clang!

The sharp sound of cutting through flesh, Wang Ao didn't follow the game he mentioned; this stab wasn't aimed at the gaps!

The rusted iron piece plunged entirely in, blood flowed out, the warm feeling soaking his palm, Wang Ao could feel it, that was the temperature of blood.

He licked his lips, watching Lu Ce's face, waiting for a change in expression.

But, in the end, he was disappointed. The expression on Lu Ce's mask didn't change at all, his body didn't tremble, and all the emotions that should have appeared on the other side, he didn't see.

Even now, even when the other's palm was pierced, his hand didn't flinch, didn't have the expected muscle spasms.

His hand was still in a relaxed state!

What does this mean?

It proves that the other completely defied biological instinct, suppressed his nerve reflexes, and didn't care at all!

Wang Ao's smile gradually froze, and he saw Lu Ce slowly begin to speak.

"1."

Lu Ce's voice was so calm, calm like a whisper in the dark, trying to drag him into the abyss.

[Chosen of Pain, Pain Value +2!]

"What, counting?"

"Or is the knife stuck?"

Saying this, the strong hand grabbed Wang Ao's wrist, slowly pulling the hand, along with the iron piece, out!

"Why don't we make the game a bit more interesting?"

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Lu Ce's words required no response from the other, and as Wang Ao was in a daze, suddenly his vision went black.

Lu Ce's other hand covered his face, blocking his eyes.

"Have you played before?"

"Come on, continue!"

In the darkness, Wang Ao's body trembled slightly, letting out a chuckle, not knowing if something was stuck in his throat.

A complex emotion seemed to grip his heart like a giant hand, making Wang Ao's already unclear mind exceptionally chaotic.

And in the place he couldn't see, what he didn't know was that Lu Ce also slowly closed his eyes.

[: This... is a bit too R-rated.]

[: I don't understand, but for some reason, I feel very tense.]

[: I think this seems like a kind of competition between two people.]

[: A mental competition, whoever loses, it's like the collapse of a pathological mindset accumulated over time, which in psychology is called the Overload Effect.]

[: The Masked Master didn't fall into the other's rhythm, but instead used the other's method to defeat him!]

"Alright," Lu Ce's gentle voice said softly, "just like that, ninety-nine more times."

"Continue!"

In the darkness, it was as if an order was given, the game switch pressed.