"Follow the rules of the game, or you will all die."
"Alright, the game starts now!"
...
To survive, do I have to kill my teammates?
As expected, the final level is the hardest.
Leonard Churchill pored over the few game rules, a bewildered look in his eyes.
This level tests: humanity.
The moment the mechanical clown finished speaking, the bald mercenary in the cage swiftly seized the revolver.
Instinct told him that, regardless of the situation, it was best to seize the initiative.
Neither Leonard nor Camilla in the other cages made a move.
Neither the fourth master of the Miller family nor the old man made any moves.
Obviously, they all found the level to be more complicated than it appeared.
They were all waiting.
Waiting for another way to break the game.
Moreover, they were all waiting for the bald man and his companion to test the game rules first.
Shortly after the clown announcement, however, a grating "clang" resonated, the spiked bars above rapidly descended, urging them to make a decision, or they'd all die.
With death looming overhead, the bald mercenary's forehead was beaded with cold sweat.
He raised the revolver in his hand and, unable to overcome his fear of death, yelled, "Brother, I'm sorry!"
Then decisively pulled the trigger.
"Click."
The hammer struck with a clear sound, causing the mercenary opposite him to tremble violently.
But, no bullet was fired.
The gun was empty!
At this point, it didn't end there.
After the bald man's first shot was blank, a cruel look flashed in his eyes, and he decisively pulled the trigger again to fire a second time.
Leonard, not far off, watched this fratricidal scene with great interest.
He had already witnessed the bald mercenary's brutality and cunning before. Would his teammate, who he viewed as a brother-in-arms, kill him?
However, what's strange was that no matter how hard the bald man tried, the trigger wouldn't budge.
At that moment, the colorful revolver disappeared from his hand and reappeared on the table.
The mercenary on the other side quickly seized it with a ruthless and determined look in his eyes. Since you fired the first shot, don't blame me!
He pointed the revolver at the bald man and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Click."
Like the clown, fate loved to toy with people.
Another blank!
It was the bald man's turn again.
When he heard the gun sound, his spirit seemed to tremble.
Realizing that he hadn't died, he was overjoyed but also quickly grabbed the revolver.
Running against death, he didn't give his teammate any chance to react and decisively pulled the trigger for the second time.
This time, with a "bang", flames spurted from the muzzle, and the mercenary on the other side fell in response.
Seeing this, the bald man's pupils quickly dilated and he gasped for breath. After a moment of surprise, a crazed joy of survival appeared on his face.
The joy of escaping death, made him burst into frenzied laughter: "Hahaha..."
At that moment, a twisted light gate appeared on the body of the fallen mercenary, the bald man saw enlightenment, he could escape.
"I can really escape this damn place!"
The bald man rejoiced in his heart.
All the way here, the shadow of death had always loomed overhead. At this moment, this damn Alternate Dimension had finally ended.
But such is human nature.
Without the worry of life, he began to think of other things.
Just now, the mechanical clown had mentioned the "Disaster Source" and the "origin card".
Various signs indicated that this Alternate Dimension obviously hid some supreme treasure.
The moment greed sprung up, he immediately felt that it would be a pity to simply leave after he had risked his life to come here.
However, the moment he hesitated, he heard a cold and disdainful ridicule beside his ear: "What, you want to stay here?"
The fourth master of the Miller family discerned the bald man's intention and coldly warned: "If you hesitate for one more second, I guarantee that your Blackwater Mercenary Group will be eliminated from Sinless City by the Miller Family!"
"..."
This sentence was more threatening than the revolver just now, and the bald bruiser's eyelids twitched involuntarily in fright.
In an instant, he understood what the "Miller Family" meant.
This gentleman was the "puppet master" who had hired their Blackwater Mercenary Group.
Although they didn't know his identity before, the captain had to bow down to him, he could only be from the Governor's mansion of Upper city - the Miller Family.
If this gentleman was dead, there would be no fear of retribution.
But only one out of two lives could survive, whether it was this gentleman or the butler, one of them was bound to make it out.
By that time, even if they managed to gain some treasure, they wouldn't be alive to enjoy it.
The bald mercenary, a sly character, quickly weighed up the pros and cons and then he immediately apologized, "Master, we didn't mean that. I was just wondering if you want to..."
Fourth master of Miller family interrupted him, contemptuously said, "Get lost!"
"Yes."
The bald mercenary wanted to get into the good graces of the Fourth master, but after hearing his words, he could only smile awkwardly, turn around, and leave.
He walked up to the Twisted Light Gate, disappearing instantly.
...
Killing a comrade really could secure an exit.
The remaining four were all witnesses to this scene of life-and-death comrades killing each other.
They also understood, obeying the game rules could indeed save their lives.
However, they didn't have time to think more. Just after a moment's pause, there was a clunk sound, the iron spikes above their heads dropped significantly once again.
They only had about thirty seconds left. If they didn't do something, everyone in the cage would die together.
Leonard Churchill watched with interest, not in the least bit anxious, curious to see what decision the master and butler would make.
Camilla didn't try to snatch the revolver either and seemed to be contemplating something.
The master and butler didn't move.
Everyone guessed that there must be another choice in this level.
After a few moments, Fourth master of Miller family finally picked up the revolver for close examination.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with the gun, but he felt that something was off.
The old man on the opposite didn't seem to want to snatch it at all, he just stood there quietly.
But the miller didn't shoot either, he carefully observed something, looked at the mechanical clown not far away, and seemed thoughtful.
A few moments later, the iron spikes above their heads dropped significantly again.
The old man finally couldn't help but urge, "Young Master, you better shoot quickly, we don't have much time. If it doesn't work this time, we can still try another time."
The creaking of the iron spikes above seemed like a countdown to death, urging the four to make a decision quickly.
As a servant of the Miller family, he was ready to die.
Is that the only choice they had...
Fourth Miller, although sensing something wasn't quite right about this method, didn't feel they were left with any other option.
As the old servant said, they could indeed come in again if it didn't work this time.
Anyway, they had already figured out quite a bit about this Alternate Dimension, there would be ample time to ponder once they were outside.
As this thought crossed Fourth Miller's mind, he made his decision, resolutely lifted the gun, and pulled the trigger.
"Click!"
The gun was empty.
The rule of the game is that they could only shoot once at each other.
Now it was the old man's turn to take the revolver.
Leonard and Camila looked on, wondering if they would witness a servant killing his master.
However, to both of their surprise, the old man took the revolver and without any hesitation, he aimed it at his own head and pulled the trigger.
"Click". It was another empty strike.
The old man put the gun on the table in front of him and urged, "Young Master, you need to shoot quickly."
Committing suicide?
Seeing this scene, both Leonard and Camilla fell solemn.
Regardless of blind loyalty or anything else, loyalty was always respectable.
Since the old man made such a choice, that meant the young master would definitely survive.
He was also following the game rules, after all.
The young master of the Miller family showed no emotion, picked up the revolver after his old servant had chosen to sacrifice himself, and pulled the trigger again.
"Bang!"
The bullet shot out from the muzzle.
A bullet hole appeared on the old man's forehead and he fell down dead.
The Twisted Light Gate appeared right above his dead body.
Looking at the body on the ground, the young master of the Miller family didn't show much emotion.
He didn't bother looking more at it, neither did he choose to leave, instead, he turned his face towards Leonard and Camilla who were in the cage.
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