The sudden chaos left even the Cutter montarily stunned as explosions echoed in his ears and prisoners surged out in ever-increasing numbers.
In truth, people follow the herd. To make the majority follow, one simply needs to make them believe "the majority is already moving."
Creating this illusion of mass movent naturally fell to the players.
Those who remained silent when Xie Antong approached them—who refused to admit they were players—now acted in unison.
They saw clearly—this man had supposedly been killed by the prison guards earlier, yet here he stood!
They knew Blank was orchestrating this prison break, with "Sin" lurking in the shadows.
So it began.
Explosions erupted one after another throughout the prison. A man shaped his hand like a pistol, miming gunshots toward various prison areas.
Strangely, wherever he "shot," actual explosions followed as if his finger-gun held real power.
His alias was Demolitionist, ranked within the global top 10,000—soone Xie Antong must have seen in the files.
But with his diocre ranking and unremarkable traits, she only retained a vague impression.
His ability was Energy Casting—infusing inanimate objects with energy for remote detonation.
Of course, the amount and quantity of energy depended on one's ntal strength. Clearly, his innate talent and later opportunities paled compared to the Sun's.
Still, over a day's preparation sufficed. The square beca a storm of flying debris as stone slabs exploded everywhere.
The most violent blasts originated near Demolitionist's cell door.
anwhile, another player nad Xu Ning erged from the smoke. As a skill-type contestant, she also ranked within the top 10,000.
Her "Legion of Phantoms" ability created countless illusions in the dust. Though more summoned puppets ant weaker individual strength, she needed no combat power now.
Manufacturing the illusion of mass escape was enough.
Xu Ning beca the primary architect of the herd ntality—making every prisoner believe others had already broken out.
Herd ntality: where following the lead sheep matters more than knowing the destination.
As prisoners—n and won alike—poured out, a lodious horn sounded.
A man hung upside-down from an ancient tree branch, blowing a golden horn with srizing notes.
Even Xie Antong's mind wavered montarily—she'd taken two steps toward the exit before snapping back to awareness.
If she faltered, others stood no chance.
The horn's lody shifted—growing urgent, feverish, making blood feel like boiling lava.
This was "Charge Horn," a growing epic-tier weapon whose user now erged spontaneously.
Players who'd never interacted before now moved with seamless coordination.
Others unleashed their abilities without restraint—this was Hell Mode, where hesitation ant death.
The usually lifeless prison now teetered on complete upheaval thanks to these superpowered individuals.
A minority sparked massive montum, setting the entire prison in motion.
Physically robust, psychologically twisted inmates beca human powder kegs, erupting violently throughout the compound.
They roared mindlessly, smashing everything without purpose or direction.
This prison had crushed all yearning for freedom—many didn't know what lay beyond its walls, nor which way to escape.
But rampaging? Destroying? Attacking each other? That they understood.
Xie Antong stepped from her cell holding burning incense, scanning the surroundings...
......
"Amusing. Such clumsy rioting?"
Know-it-All watched disdainfully as if this spectacle bored him.
Just a numbers ga—this uprising ant nothing to their trio...
Wait—
His expression froze as he turned to see the Warden and guards still fighting, utterly ignoring the pandemonium.
"What the hell?! Stop brawling! Can't you see the prison's collapsing?"
"Suppress the riot first!"
After a brutal collision, the two separated—the guard visibly more injured.
"Enough gas. Shouldn't we handle this? It's minor, but still requires attention."
"You... are the real problem." The Warden wiped blood from his hands, features twisting grotesquely.
Guard: ?
"You actually think I'm that impostor? Objectively speaking, the probability's microscopic."
"Are you brain-damaged?"
The Warden answered with black lightning crackling across his body as he charged again.
Their battle resud.
Know-it-All: ??
"Huh?"
He was dumbfounded. By all logic, these two should be handling this.
Watching the prison descend into bedlam left him speechless.
Yet he wasn't alone in his disbelief.
The Cutter stood center-stage, enveloped in blade-like playing cards that swirled around him. He marveled at the chaos he'd helped unleash—
But what now?
Many players looked to him for guidance, awaiting his next move—but he had no plan!
"What's next?" He stared at the ground, hoping for Blank's instructions.
But Xie Antong wasn't certain either!
Theoretically, the ga's objective was simply leading everyone out.
The problem was...
"Hey! All prisoners are loose now!"
"What's the plan? Any next steps?"
Belowground, Lu Ce fought alone against endless waves of goblins in what amounted to wholesale slaughter.
"So what? This is fine as is."
Xie Antong: ?
"But the prisoners are just rampaging—many are killing each other with zero organization."
"And?" Lu Ce's voice turned glacial. "What's wrong with that? Let them slaughter each other. Wouldn't total annihilation be perfect?"
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