assistirfilmes Chapter 290 "Is this guy still alive...
Chapter 290 "Is this guy still alive...
"But after all, it was not witnessed."
"Human nature has a significant flaw, which is that for something that hasn't truly happened, even if there's a 98% prediction that it will occur, as long as it hasn't been witnessed, one won't give everything for it."
"This is very difficult to change." Experience more tales on empire
Just then—
Hungry Monkey and others suddenly looked at the big screen with shock on their faces, as Miao began to act, and his score also began to skyrocket.
...
After much contemplation.
Chen Miao still couldn't muster the courage to crush his eggs; it really wasn't suitable for him, and he also realized, why should he compare himself to others? He wasn't here for the money.
He was here for this space where he could not die.
His goal was to get injured as much as possible, and then let the Zhiren Race within his body repair those wounds.
Whether it was a Crushed Egg.
Or an arm with a several tens of centimeters long cut.
To the Zhiren Race, the number of their kind consumed was the same, and the latter even consumed more, as the wound was larger, needing more of their kind to fill it.
If that was the case, why should he get involved because of some unfounded competitive emotions?
Why would he crush his own eggs?
Why suffer that torture?
So, he typed the following line into the text editor before him.
'Please build a full-body device for me that only exposes my head, where I can lie inside, and within the device, countless blades spin rapidly, baptizing me...'
Suddenly—
Such a device appeared before him; the machine was mostly translucent, he crawled in and lay down, to be honest, it wasn't comfortable, after all, there was no mattress, only blades beneath him.
There was only a silicone pillow for his head to droop on.
The moment Chen Miao lay down.
Countless blades began to spin wildly, the high-speed rotating blades, like the emotionless machines in a slaughterhouse, rapidly and evenly sliced through Chen Miao's flesh and skin, with blood splattering wildly and shredded flesh strewn along the cabin walls.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
One must admit that this strategy may seem cowardly, but it was undeniably a clear choice.
Because...
When Crushed-Egg woke up for the second time, he glanced at the scores between himself, Miao, and Childbearing Sis; he gritted his teeth slightly and programmed a set of AI procedures for himself.
The entire process was as follows.
An automatic Crushed-Egg Machine, lying on the ground, a steel ball would accurately smash down from ten meters in the air, then his consciousness would stall. At that moment, the system would deduct 100 points from his account to help him recover his body, and the instant his body was healed, the steel ball would smash down again!
After designing this entire procedure, efficiency greatly improved—although there were no points rewarded for self-inflicted actions.
He used to earn 1500 points each time, but now it was only 1000 points per occurrence.
But he saved a significant amount of time.
What used to take half an hour could now be done in just a minute.
...
Another hour quickly passed by.
Chen Miao: 9820 points.
Crushed-Egg: 61,000 points.
Childbearing Sis: 21,000 points.
By then, the space around Childbearing Sis was so cluttered with babies it was hard to keep count. It must be said that this scene was more fitting for a paranormal-themed mystical realm than this one. Those temporal loop mystical realms would be very suitable too.
But Even though Childbearing Sis had worked so hard, she couldn't withstand the mechanical operations of Crushed-Egg.
...
"When the principle of mechanization enters into the mystical realm, remember, all credits go to Crushed-Egg."
By this time—
Among the audience watching the live broadcast, almost everyone wore a complex expression as they looked towards Crushed-Egg lying motionless on the ground. Both men and women involuntarily clenched their legs, especially at the moment when the steel ball fell from ten meters above. Everyone felt as though the ball had landed directly on their own chests.
It was that painful.
Perhaps Lu Xun's words were not entirely correct—individual joys and sorrows might not be empathizable, but the pain was perfectly empathetic.
"Is this guy still alive...?"
Black Doctor looked bewildered and dazed at Crushed-Egg lying motionless on the ground. Only when the steel ball hit did his body shiver, initially convulsing, but now not even twitching; he was as silent as a corpse.