By the time Tristan finished with Amanda, the game was almost over.
One by one, the participants fell victim to their own suspicions and greed. One man climbed into the crematorium in a desperate attempt to get the antidote. However, in his greed, he took two vials instead of the one allowed.
The moment he defied the rules, the entrance slammed shut, sealing him inside as flames engulfed the chamber. His screams echoed as he was burned alive.
Meanwhile, some of the others managed to decipher that the numbers in their notes were clues, meant to open a safety mechanism. But rather than working together, the survivors turned on one another.
Paranoia and greed fueled their violence, and one by one, they succumbed either to the traps or the slow-acting poison, which claimed their lives within two hours.
Of course, even if they hadn't been greedy, they still would've died since the antidotes they got were all fake from the beginning.
Inside the room, Tristan had taken his time fucking Amanda, lasting an hour and a half. Eventually, he ejaculated the last shot of semen and groaned in satisfaction.
He filled her womb so completely with his semen that her belly visibly bulged.
Once done, he didn't pull out right away; instead, he kept his cock inside her, lit a cigarette, and started smoking as his still-hard cock pressed against the opening of her womb, blocking her vagina to keep his semen from spilling out.
Pregnancy wasn't his concern—it was enough to know he had done what he needed to do. He found satisfaction in impregnating Amanda, and that was the only thing that mattered.
To him, if he didn't impregnate her, the entire act would've felt hollow and incomplete. If he didn't plant that seed, what was the point?
On the other hand, Amanda was lost in her own world of pleasure. She experienced a state of blissful ecstasy, feeling completely penetrated and taken.
She had never experienced anything so overwhelming, so utterly consuming.
Tristan's relentless thrust and ejaculation sent wave after wave of thick semen into her, each surge elevating her pleasure like a relentless tide. She was so caught up in the sensation that she didn't even know how the time passed.
After nearly ten minutes, Tristan finally pulled out his penis, only to see Amanda's body twitch and her legs still hanging limply off the edge of the table. Her vagina, stretched and swollen, was still slightly agape, with traces of white fluid gathering at the edges.
The musky, lewd scent lingered in the air.
No semen had overflowed, and all of it was left in the vagina. The chance of her becoming pregnant was very high!
…..
Everyone died.
It didn't matter if they were men or women, beautiful or ugly—they were all treated the same by the game.
Watching the game from the sidelines and actually being in it were two entirely different experiences. As a detached observer, Tristan had no sympathy for the participants.
After finishing his time with Amanda, Tristan first went to the game's site and then returned to the monitoring room, having secretly collected all the reincarnators' watches and bracelets, adding another 10,000 points to his total.
Noticing Tristan's arrival, Jigsaw stood up to greet him with a neutral expression.
"As promised, no one was left alive... What are you going to do now?"
"I have somewhere to go. Thanks anyways. Our deal is done now," Tristan replied flatly. "Let's hope we never meet again."
He turned to leave, his mind already focused on the next steps, when Jigsaw called out.
"Tristan!"
"Hm?" Tristan stopped and glanced back.
"… Your goal was to kill those six people, right? The ones whose bodies disappeared right under my nose after they were killed?"
"Yeah."
Tristan confirmed without hesitation. There was no point in hiding it—Jigsaw had seen everything, and lying to him wouldn't bring any benefits.
"Can I know who they were? And... exactly who are you? What is the truth of this world?"
Despite the hesitation between his words, his voice was filled with genuine curiosity, eager to find the answers.
"No."
But Tristan simply shook his head. He was too lazy to explain anything, not that he was obligated to anyway.
Surprisingly, Jigsaw wasn't disappointed by this, he simply nodded in understanding.
"The door's over there. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Tristan muttered, walking out.
Once back in his car and driving a safe distance from the building, Tristan finally checked his system notifications that had been buzzing in his ear since earlier.
[Ding! Reincarnation Mission Completed.]
[Exit the Mission World for Mission Settlement.]
[You can choose to return to the main world now or delay the automatic return for 10 hours.]
Tristan responded immediately, "Choose a delayed return."
Since he still had time, he decided to enjoy it to the fullest.
After all, once he left, even though the time in this world would freeze, he didn't know when he would have the opportunity to come back here.
Nonetheless, he wasn't upset about it. The SAW world had been a waste in his mind—there wasn't much value to be gained here.
Torturing people? What was the point? It was merely a novice mission in the grander scheme of reincarnation.
Soon, Tristan found himself at Betsy's house. Betsy had been neglected since morning, and she was eager to satisfy him. So when he arrived, she took care of him and cooked whatever he wanted.
Of course, food wasn't all that Tristan wanted. He fulfilled his every desire by immediately taking her to bed and fucking her hard.
However, Betsy wasn't the only one—Tristan also called Amanda to join them, and after experiencing his size and skill, neither of them could resist his strange games in bed.
Betsy knew about Amanda. She had been her ex-husband's apprentice, but she never really cared about Jigsaw's followers or what he taught them.
With the help of the Ecstasy Heart Sutra, Tristan indulged himself completely.
Betsy, the mature woman, and Amanda, the wild bad girl, threw themselves at him with no hesitation, their bodies begging for more.
One offered the charm of maturity, the other the reckless passion of youth, and Tristan savored the contrast with delight, fucking them in the most daring and erotic posture while also leveling up his Ecstasy Heart Sutra to the max.
Time flew by, and soon, Tristan felt his consciousness fading.
When his eyes opened again, he was back in the world of Resident Evil, with Cindy sleeping peacefully beside him.
[Reincarnation mission completed]
[Settlement is in progress...]
Suddenly, a light curtain flashed in front of Tristan, revealing the entire process of the death game—watching as various machines tortured living people to death, crematoriums roasted them to death, machetes hacked them to death, and revolvers blew out their eyes and heads.
Even the deaths of the six reincarnators were no exception. The light screen was very fast, compressing almost two hours into five minutes.
[Ding! Rewards settled.]
[Identity: Special Reincarnator]
[Mission Reward: 1,000 points]
[Total Points: 13,000]
[Ding! You have eliminated all the reincarnators.]
[Special Reward: One-purchase Special Shop.]
Ignoring the regular points, Tristan's attention shifted to the special rewards. His breath hitched as the options appeared, each one more tantalizing than the last.
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[Super Soldier Serum]
The Super-Soldier Serum grants peak human potential, enhancing strength, speed, and durability.
It counteracts fatigue, increases metabolism, and grants immunity to diseases and poisons.
The serum also affects the brain, allowing individuals to retain information, recall military tactics, and improve reflexes.
Prevents aging by regenerating healthy cells.
Cost: 4,000 points
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[Top-Grade Special Operations Equipment]
+10x Movement speed.
+5x Attack power.
Grants immunity to bullets from assault rifles, pistols, and shotguns.
Cost: 3,000 points
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Tristan was momentarily stunned by the choices, but as he read their descriptions, his excitement quickly cooled.
While the top-grade Special Operations Equipment was capable of greatly increasing his survival, it wasn't something he could carry around all the time without drawing unwanted attention.
Even the Super Soldier Serum was less impressive upon closer inspection. After all, the serum simply pushed one's body to peak human potential—enhancing strength by five to ten times, speed by two to three times, and stamina by about ten to fifteen times.
But when he really considered it, Tristan was already at that level, perhaps even surpassing Captain America in certain areas.
So he kept scrolling until he found something most suited to his needs—and within his budget.
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[Yellow Emperor's Womb Domination Sutra]
Introduction: This is Yellow Emperor's secret dual cultivation technique. Using this technique, the Yellow Emperor had sex with 3,000 women and ascended to heaven.
Effects: It makes women completely dependent on the user, preventing them from being with other men after intercourse. It also increases fertility, with guaranteed female offspring. You can teach a partner certain parts of this technique to share its benefits, but you cannot upgrade it.
Note: You can only see the detailed effects on strength increments and other things after you purchase them.
Cost: 10,000 points
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