Chapter 200 - All Black

Chapter 200: Chapter 184 All BlackZhao Zijing’s power system is telekinesis; its offensive capabilities are not exceptional, but it excels in low consumption, wide range, and integrated offense and defense, earning it the nickname "all-rounder."

She waves her hand to open the hatch remotely and takes out repair tools from the lower compartment. First, she uses a water gun to wash away the remaining corrosive liquid, and for the smaller pits, she repairs them using fiberglass cloth and resin.

For the larger holes, she cuts steel plates to weld anew.

Mendoza and the others obediently stay inside the cabin, having just seen the scene of insects swarming the deck through the monitor screen – ordinary people wouldn’t survive here even with multiple lives.

"Everyone, come here."

Li Cheng snaps his fingers to gather everyone, then takes out thirty pieces of Suicide Notebook paper and distributes them to the others, "These papers can predict the death scenes each of you may encounter shortly; let’s guess how you might die."

Midnight Howl tries to ignore this remark, takes the paper, and expresses his surprise upon reading the item description, "A divination tool? And it consumes so little?"

Other divination methods, although capable of predicting good and bad fortunes and glimpsing death, either consume a lot or require a long time to prepare, and are nowhere near as convenient as Suicide Notebook.

Something clicks in Zhao Zijing’s mind – Suicide Notebook only consumes sanity value, meaning that ordinary people can also use it.

She can fully imagine those ultra-rich who have severe anxiety about their safety being willing to pay a high price to stockpile these papers and use one each time before boarding a private plane.

This also indirectly explains why Zhao Zijing couldn’t find information in the GOC database about Ant joining any clubs - with such a profitable and convenient item like Suicide Notebook, there’s indeed no need to join any club.

After everyone receives their paper and pen, they immediately feel their arms controlled by an invisible force, unconsciously beginning to scribble rapidly.

Shasha-shasha—

When the scribbling ends, the final results are quite... bizarre.

Out of thirty papers, twenty-four are completely blackened, showing nothing.

The remaining six depict various scenes: Black youth Miles’s head explodes out of nowhere; London girl Catherine is bisected at the waist; Midnight Howl and the bandaged man drown in water; the bandaged man is hit by some energy fluid, shattering to pieces; Red Driver vomits his organs; Zhao Zijing dies in an explosion.

"I don’t want to die," Catherine looks at the vivid artwork, her face pale, sobbing quietly.

"Divination artwork only reveals a possible future, it doesn’t mean this future will definitely happen."

Zhao Zijing casually comforts her, fingertips brushing over the paper surface, frowning and saying, "These six ways of dying are still comprehensible given the reality of the killing field being fraught with danger at every turn; anything could happen.

But why are the other twenty-four sheets completely black?"

"There are a few possibilities,"

Li Cheng thinks carefully then says: "A, everyone has a high likelihood of dying in an environment of absolute darkness.

B, the divination effect is blocked by something.

C, we are assassinated by a force of black-clad assassins wielding black swords."

"These group of black assassins grew up in a lampless coal mine, ate only black rice cakes, used Blackberry phones to swipe their Black Cards, played Black Myth Wukong, and were also hired by a heartless boss, rushing over here in a black car?"

Red Driver sighs, touches his chest and abdomen, his mind full of images of himself vomiting organs.

The atmosphere in the cabin becomes somewhat heavy – knowing one’s manner of death in advance is not something light.

Beep—

Zhao Zijing’s tablet beeped, indicating that the drone she had sent out earlier had found an exit.

The entire city was actually situated in a rectangular enclosed space, measuring ninety kilometers long, seventy kilometers wide, and one kilometer high. The walls on all sides were made of an unknown material similar to cement.

At the end of the city, there were twelve semi-suspended giant drainage pipes for water discharge. This side detail confirmed the players’ previous speculation—that the dam indeed operated regular flood release and water prevention.

"The Guiding Radar dictates that we enter the seventh pipe."

Zhao Zijing pursed her lips; the pipe ahead was as wide as a riverbed, spacious enough to accommodate the Exploration Ship, "Prepare for collision prevention."

Four ordinary people hurriedly put on life jackets, knowing that they might drown in the Midnight Howl, and quickly wore two more.

The Exploration Ship, riding the waves, entered the pipe, its automatic navigation system pushing the engine to maximum power to prevent drifting and colliding with the pipe walls.

No lighting equipment was installed inside the pipe. Li Cheng took out several searchlights from the stereo warehouse, which Zhao Zijing welded to the front and rear of the ship.

After all this was done, the players waited in silence for half an hour. The pipe stretched on, with the view ahead looking like a continuously looping GIF image. Only with a laser rangefinder could they tell that the pipe was shifting very slowly downwards to the left.

It was really boring. Li Cheng stretched lazily and said, "Keep an eye on this; I’m going to the bathroom."

"Sure, go ahead."

The Red Driver casually responded, then saw Li Cheng summon a roll of toilet paper and a distinctly retro new enamel spittoon with a wave of his hand and made his way towards the stern of the ship.

"Wait, what are you doing?" The Red Driver exclaimed in shock, "We have toilets on the ship!"

"I know," said Li Cheng matter-of-factly, "This is to protect my personal privacy."

"Open defecation is hardly private at all!"

"Superficial," Li Cheng sneered coldly, "This mission has a time limit of 48 hours, which certainly involves eating, drinking, peeing, and pooping. Urine can reveal a player’s health, and feces with lots of human cells can be used to directly check DNA to identify players’ real identities in the real world and unbox them.

In the early days of the Slaughter Field Game, numerous wild players were captured by national machines and transnational consortia due to their urine, hair, blood, fingerprints, or body hairs revealing their identities.

Not to mention it’s now the fourth year since the Slaughter Field descended; technology is extraordinarily advanced. Who knows what those tech lunatics, like the Demon Scientist Alliance, could do with DNA.

Such as casting curses, doll pinning, Gu Technique assassinations, or even cloning using cells.

With my charm and brilliance, high talent, and good looks, plenty of organizations would want to clone me."

Indeed, such as the Royal Hospital on Qinglong Mountain and Saint Elizabeth Psychiatric Hospital.

The Red Driver was pained and Zhao Zijing wore a strange expression; while Li Cheng’s speech was incredibly absurd, it somehow made a bit of sense...

In truth, Li Cheng was just too bored and wanted to liven up the atmosphere. He also was tired of standing and wanted to find an excuse to sit down.

Suddenly, without warning, the searchlight at the bow turned off, and the surroundings darkened.

Midnight Howl instinctively spoke, "Brother Ant..."

"It wasn’t me."

Li Cheng’s expression turned serious. Dropping the paper roll, he drew a rusty machete from thin air, "We’ve got company."

In the next instant, the stern searchlight, deck indicator lights, drone power light, ship cabin LCD panel, and even the ship’s emergency exit phosphorescent signs—all the lights went out, plunging the entire pipe into darkness.