As the words were spoken, the other two law enforcement officers rushed forward like arrows.
"There's still someone alive?!"
"Wait... Why is it him?"
Seeing Chen Yifei, the only one with a trace of life left, their eyes showed surprise.
"He should have been sliced open in the lower abdomen during the battle and lost too much blood," one of the law enforcement officers hesitated, looking at the five-striped officer, "If we don't do anything, he's really going to die..."
"Should we save him?"
Everyone who entered the ancient tomb was dead, and only Chen Yifei, whom they originally thought would die, had miraculously survived. They now marveled at the unpredictability of fate and were somewhat uncertain.
"Should we save him?!" the five-striped law enforcement officer exclaimed angrily, "Are you all crazy?! He's the only survivor from our entire enforcement team. If he dies, who will explain what happened here to Aurora City?!
Save him!! At any cost! Get him up!!"
The two law enforcement officers immediately began to assist Chen Yifei, but they had no rescue equipment on hand and could only give him a simple bandage before quickly leaving the ancient tomb of Bingdao.
As everyone left, the ancient tomb of Bingdao fell into silence again...
Above the wilderness filled with corpses, strands of murderous aura extended from the deepest part of the black giant sword, coiled around one of the corpses like snakes, and wildly rushed into it.
After a short few seconds;
Jian Changsheng's dark red eyes suddenly opened!
...
In the dim center of the stage.
Chen Yifei, dressed in a bright red theatrical robe, slowly opened his eyes.
"Huh..." He subconsciously touched his lower abdomen with his hand, as if relieved, and sighed.
To deceive the three law enforcement officers, Chen Yifei had to choose the slowest and most tormenting method of suicide: cutting his abdomen. If he had shot himself in the head, he would have revived quickly, and the law enforcement officers might not have found him before his wound healed.
Only dying from blood loss could maximize the duration of death, and even if he revived later, it wouldn't be too shocking. But the downside was... this method of death was too painful.
"It would have been better to just shoot myself in the head."
Chen Yifei slowly rose from the stage, and his gaze fell on the audience. Although the confrontation between the audience and the desolate grave was somewhat unexpected, there seemed to be no change at the moment... Those countless pairs of crimson eyes were still staring at him in unison.
Chen Yifei was already accustomed to this eerie gaze. He walked straight to the screen and looked down.
After he bled out and committed suicide, the audience's expectation had unsurprisingly decreased by 50%, dropping from 72% to 22%, on the brink of losing control... The good news was that at the bottom right corner of the screen, an icon of a treasure chest was flashing again.
Chen Yifei tapped the treasure chest lightly.
Ding ding ding——!
Accompanied by energetic music, a table appeared in the center of the stage, and on the center of the table, a few lines of small text quickly appeared on a sheet of paper:
"Congratulations on completing the play, 'None Shall Survive'."
"The highest audience expectation for this play: 72%"
"You have earned a designated drawing right."
"After using it, you can designate a character from all the characters that appeared in this play and randomly draw their ability. The probability of drawing rare skills is related to the overall audience expectation for this play."
Indeed, completing the performance task on the stone steps would mean completing an act... Chen Yifei thought to himself.
In the emptiness before him, sheets of paper materialized out of thin air.
["You're awake?" As Chen Yifei opened his eyes, Chu Muyun's voice drifted to him from the side.]
[...]
["Where were you when they colluded with the enforcers, driving ordinary people to their deaths one by one?!""Where was your investigative power?! Your enforcement power?!"]
[...]
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, as if performing some ritual, muttering, "The performance... begins."
[...]
The words continued to appear on the script, depicting all of Chen Yifei's experiences during this time. Seeing his life turned into a script again, Chen Yifei no longer felt much turmoil within him...
Or perhaps, he had become numb.
After reading the last sentence of the act, he slowly closed the script, and at the same moment, his vision suddenly blurred.
He seemed to have returned to that dream again, with the spotlight above fading rapidly, the endless night enveloping the world, and an unreachable star hanging overhead, with only a blood-colored path emitting an eerie aura, crookedly extending towards the sky.
And at this moment, Chen Yifei stood on the first step of this path.
[Complete a performance involving at least fifty participants and ensure that no one survives after the performance ends.]
As the script in Chen Yifei's hand flashed with light, the second step before him trembled slightly, and the small line of text on its surface vanished. Immediately after, a pure mental power emerged from his mind!
To be honest, Chen Yifei didn't really know what mental power was and had rarely perceived it, but at this moment, it was as if a spring had appeared at the bottom of his feet, madly pouring into his body from this twisted divine path.
His entire body felt cleansed, and his originally exhausted spirit quickly recovered.
"Only after completing the performance task above will I be qualified to move to the next step..."
Chen Yifei looked at the restored step, thoughtful.
He tentatively lifted his foot and stepped towards the second step.
His foot easily passed through the original invisible barrier, but as he stepped forward, the mental power in his mind was rapidly depleted. However, by the time all the mental power was exhausted, his toes had only just touched the step.
It had only been a few days since he stepped on the first step, so it was too early to expect to leap to the second step in one go.
Fortunately, the barrier for the second step had now been lifted, and stepping onto it was just a matter of time... Chen Yifei retracted his stepping foot.
In the next moment, his surroundings rapidly shattered, and he returned to the center of the stage.
Chen Yifei held the script and looked around.
Numerous playing cards were dancing in the air and then neatly landed on the table, with all the small words on the original paper disappearing.
In their place was a brief line of words:
"Please write down the name of the character you wish to draw on the paper."
Chen Yifei picked up the pen and, without much hesitation, wrote down a name on the paper—
Jian Changsheng.
Chen Yifei certainly had other choices, such as the Face Stealer. Although their skill of stealing faces was useless to Chen Yifei, their abilities to steal objects and the "Steal Light" used by Number 8 were quite good, as well as the Seal Word of the Book Divine Path.
The key problem was, after he stole—no, learned these skills, he simply had no opportunity to use them!
If Chen Yifei wanted to disguise himself openly as an enforcer, he needed a presentable, reasonable first-stage skill of the Soldier Divine Path. And currently, there were only two first-stage skills available: Jian Changsheng's and others...
Chen Yifei had witnessed the terror of the [Asura] path. A first-stage skill had transformed Jian Changsheng, a lifelong loser, into a super genius who could even hold his own against him.
Overall, Jian Changsheng's first stage of the [Asura] path was his best choice.
As Chen Yifei wrote down Jian Changsheng's name, all the other playing cards on the table disappeared,
leaving only a solitary blue card placed before him.