Chapter 342 - The Macaque

Chapter 342: Chapter 314: The MacaqueSo many nightmare-level script tasks have been endured, but I didn’t expect to fall here.

In the lightless abyss of consciousness, Fu Ding Hua Long sighed deeply, regaining calmness and rationality.

To become a member of the Special Affairs Bureau Mobile Task Force, one must undergo a series of rigorous training, including firearm shooting and maintenance, vehicle driving and repair, melee weapon fighting, complex electronic equipment operation, tracking and counter-tracking, all of which are just basic courses,

also one must wear sensors, undergo scientific physical training, watch various literary and artistic works, attend ideological and political classes, training courses, seminars, and participate in military and special operations exercises.

To increase the survival rate of players during the novice period, the entire training process should be controlled within six months to one year as much as possible. The Special Affairs Bureau provides trainees with functional drinks and various drugs to enhance physical ability, improve rest efficiency, and memory.

Scientific, rigorous, complex, multi-dimensional, comprehensive.

It is this entire training process that enables ordinary-born players to become reliable and professional members of the Mobile Task Force in just six months.

(Theoretically, it is possible to use tools similar to the learning machine in "The Matrix" to forcibly instill knowledge and gain skills, but according to tests, such methods would attract malicious adjustments from the killing field system, secretly changing the difficulty of tasks. Therefore, the Special Affairs Bureau still chooses traditional training methods.)

Fu Ding Hua Long recalled the training content. He also guessed that what triggered the sensory deprivation was probably some kind of mutated monster that was physically weak but had strong superpowers.

But with the five senses closed, he couldn’t even fumble for a brush, nor control his body to perform complex actions like detonating a bomb.

Only one method was left.

Fu Ding Hua Long focused his mind and used his intention to take out a beautifully crafted gold coin from the backpack.

On its front, a heart made of fragmented emerald was embedded, and on the back, a blood-stained dagger made of fragmented ruby.

"The priority of the killing field is above all. As long as my self-awareness can still operate, I can access items from the backpack. The life-gambling gold coin is now in my hand."

Fu Ding Hua Long controlled his intention carefully and resolutely issued the command to make his palm toss the coin forcefully.

No need to deliberately choose a direction, just let the coin fall to the ground.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Fu Ding Hua Long counted the time in his heart. If he won the gamble, the sensory deprivation would naturally dissolve.

If he lost the gamble, several wounds would appear out of nowhere on his body, affecting the blood supply to the brain and leading to blurred consciousness.

Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine...

Fu Ding Hua Long counted to thirty seconds, but nothing changed, his consciousness was clear and showed no sign of waking up.

How could this be? Did I judge wrong?

He drove his intention and continuously swung his arms, making the motion of tossing the coin.

This time it worked! As his arm shook, he gradually felt that his senses were returning, especially his face...

"Uh... why are you slapping yourself?"

A familiar voice reached his ears, Fu Ding Hua Long instinctively opened his eyes to see himself lying in the corridor, his right hand holding the coin had lost direction and was constantly slapping his face, leaving palm-shaped red marks.

As for Pi Fu, he stood in the middle of the corridor, with several medicine bottles inserted into his body, holding a round mutated creature in his hand.

Its body was wide and round, with a tail and a long narrow pointed tongue, its surface covered with black fur, resembling a macaque, with limbs like a weak baby, and an extraordinarily large head, bulging like the old longevity star in New Year paintings.

Through its fur, you could even see the blue veins bulging under its scalp.

"Squeak——squeak——"

The black-headed macaque struggled hard, but its weak limbs couldn’t harm Li Cheng, instead, he grasped its tail and performed high-difficulty tricks like ferris wheel and magician’s glove with it like a yo-yo.

"This thing can interfere with brainwaves remotely, cutting off the prey’s senses, waiting for the target to exhaust their energy in panic, then it drills out, uses its tongue to enter the prey’s nostrils, and eats the brain."

As Li Cheng explained, the awakened Fu Ding Hua Long and others noticed that the hyena lying in the corner had blood and brain matter flowing from its nostrils, already dead.

"The hyena was also unlucky, being the first to have its brain eaten."

Li Cheng sighed and suddenly turned to the wall and said sternly: ",

Life has dreams, and each has their own splendor. After careful consideration, hyena player chooses to leave the squad and transfer to another club. The club respects the hyena player’s personal choice, thanks him for the contributions to the team, and wishes him a bright future and smooth sailing.

THANK YOU, hyena."

The atmosphere at the site froze, with everyone blushing, including Father Andre who was gradually recovering his senses at the other end of the room.

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What does transferring to another club mean, Heaven or Hell? Shouldn’t he be more serious at this time?

Everyone knew that Pi Fu had saved the day this time, so they could only keep their complaints to themselves,

Zhao Zijing leaned against the wall, stood up shakily, and asked Li Cheng doubtfully: "Um, can I ask how you broke through the five senses deprivation?"

"Well, it’s a trade secret."

Li Cheng grinned, of course, he wouldn’t reveal the existence of the Liangyi Blade, "But there’s one thing I can disclose, amplifying pain to counteract."

The painkillers he integrated into his body, like Dolantin, act on different opioid receptors in the brain, causing neural pathway changes and blocking the transmission of nerve impulses, producing a very strong analgesic effect.

Many analgesic anesthetics are listed as controlled substances because their analgesic effect is too strong, and frequent use will lead to the brain gradually reducing the production of natural endorphins,

and endorphins are the body’s most important pain relief substances, relating to sedation, enhancing pain threshold, and maintaining euphoria.

Once natural production stops, a person will gradually feel intense internal pain—the friction of organs and internal organs, the wear and tear of bones, the rush of blood in the vessels...

All that pain stacking together feels like being bitten by thousands of ants, but inside out.

That’s why addicts going through withdrawal look like neither humans nor ghosts—their brains have been devastated by addictive drugs, making it difficult to secrete natural pain relief substances.

Just now, Li Cheng used the Liangyi Blade to cut himself, switching to pure human form, while reversing the analgesic effects of the drugs to amplify pain.

When pain reached a certain level, resembling tactile sensation, Li Cheng first sensed the black macaque jumping on his feet, then followed with a series of military boxing, Ancestor Long Fist, Hong Fist, Fu Hu Fist, and Yong Chun Boxing, successfully breaking through the five senses deprivation.