The golden ball flew east and west inside the cave, floating up and down like a child looking for the best hiding spot in a game of hide-and-seek.
It felt childish.
Bai Youwei felt a sense of absurdity.
Although the rabbit-headed man from before also felt like a farce, he was at least calm and posed. His words and actions carried a rigid impression of programmed instructions, as if he was acting according to a set of rules. He didn't speak a word more than necessary, nor did he show any emotion.
But what was going on with this golden ball?
In a life-or-death situation, the appearance of such a thing was truly unsettling.
Shen Mo, beside her, spoke in a low voice, "It doesn't sound difficult. As long as one person finds the ball, the game will end. However, we saw quite a few dolls on the way here."
In other words, all those people had perished in this game.
Since it was such a simple game, why did so many people die?
Bai Youwei curled her lip in disdain. "Racing against rabbits didn't sound difficult either."
Didn't many people still die in the end?
Shen Mo was silent for a moment before asking, "Can the rabbit be used?"
Bai Youwei glanced at him but didn't answer immediately. She kneaded the plush rabbit's ears in her hands, not too hard but not too gently either. Each time she applied pressure, muddy water would drip down.
"I wouldn't dare to use it," she whispered.
Not to mention whether the electricity inside the rabbit was enough, just looking at the current mud-filled environment, she didn't dare to use it. Who could guarantee that a bolt of lightning wouldn't roast all the players alive?
She didn't care about the life and death of others, but Shen Mo had to live.
Seeing this, Shen Mo didn't say anything more and only whispered to her, "Hold on to your starting pistol."
Bai Youwei obediently replied, "Okay."
In fact, the starting pistol was useless in this kind of place, but it was better than nothing. At least it gave her a sense of security.
Shen Mo then tucked Bai Youwei's folding fruit knife into his waistband.
"My military knife disappeared after entering the game," he said lightly. "It seems that any obvious weapons are blocked by this game."
"The Overseer needs to ensure the smooth progress of the game," Bai Youwei said with a sarcastic smile.
First, they meticulously ensured the safety of the players, and then they ruthlessly plundered their lives. It was just like the name of the game – Doll Game. All those who entered were merely dolls, with no rights, no personality, and no freedom.
"Alright! I'll choose this spot!" The clear, childish voice rang out again.
After much deliberation, the golden ball finally chose its location.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat.
They saw the golden ball hovering above the head of a middle-aged, overweight man, at a height roughly between the top of the cave and the mud pit.
"Watch closely, everyone. The game will officially begin after this demonstration. Remember, you only have 20 seconds to find the ball!" The golden ball raised its voice. "I'm going to throw the ball now! ---"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the ball.
Boom!
The ball shot out like a blur!
It smashed towards the mud pit with unimaginable speed and force, splashing mud and water two to three meters high!
Everyone's faces turned pale in an instant.
But the ball didn't stop!
After hitting the mud, it bounced high into the air and crashed into the hard stone wall, making a loud, metallic clang! ---
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
A series of rebounds followed!
Muddy water splashed everywhere, the sound of the impacts deafening! Occasionally, the ball would ricochet at an unpredictable angle, catching people off guard. The momentum was like a rock falling straight down a mountain path!
"Ahhhh!!!"
A young woman screamed, covering her head and curling into her shell. The golden ball whizzed past, barely missing her head. It hit another snail shell and bounced off again, its trajectory unknown! The entire cave echoed with the relentless banging!
When everything finally came to a stop ---
The cave was a pletely different sight.
It resembled the aftermath of an exploded juicer.
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