Chapter 401

"Even knowing you will die afterward?"

"... Yes." Ella hesitated before answering, "Even within the government, only a few high-ranking officials know of the Spade's existence, yet your demeanor suggests you are very familiar with the Spade."

"You may not have heard my name, but you must have heard of the Tenth Generation Spade..."

"The Tenth Generation..."

"That is correct."

After Sima Di admitted it, Ella fell into an eerie silence for a few seconds. Sima Di could clearly see the change in Ella's facial expression, shifting from vigilance and fear to... excitement and worship.

Yes, it was worship.

Sima Di had seen this expression before; Sima Di had even experienced this state personally.

"Lord Heart! I have read your crime records! Case after case, incident after incident... it is simply too gratifying! Lord Heart! I am your fan! The moment I saw you, I felt your power was extraordinary! It turns out it is Lord Heart! Possessing such power is only natural! How laughable that I just attempted to deploy hypnosis on you!"

Ella screamed and struggled to get off the iron thorns, caring nothing for the pain.

Seeing this, Sima Di could only retract the iron thorns, which transformed back into iron shells and fell into Sima Di's hand.

Ella seemed to have lost the sensation of pain; Sima Di watched helplessly as blood seeping from her abdomen stained her clothes red, yet she ran excitedly toward Sima Di.

Seeing such a frenzied Ella, Sima Di was at a loss.

These Spade fellows, it seems their brainwashing method 1.0 is even more thorough than Sima Di imagined... What crime records? Sima Di finally understood what the autobiographies behind those portraits were for! But... Sima Di's autobiography was not finished; how did they know about it?

"Lord Heart! It is you! If you had revealed your identity earlier, Ella would certainly have held nothing back and spoken everything! By the way, what do you wish to know? I will answer anything I know, and even if I do not know, I am willing to serve you to investigate!" Ella stepped forward and tightly grasped Sima Di's hand, "My name is Ella? 【Garbled Text】..."

90 The Spade's Nameplate

Ella's words made Sima Di break out in a cold sweat all over.

This woman's problem seems to have started before Hage Island; this is no longer yandere, is it? This is clearly pathological.

"Oh, right! Look at my memory! Lord Heart wants to open this box, doesn't he! I know the password! Among these people, only I and that old... Mr. Bruce know the password here! You are truly wise! You spared my life! The password is..." Ella was about to speak when she saw Sima Di had already walked to the computer.

Sima Di first closed the monitoring system, brought up the management system, and the interface for entering the password.

Ella was shocked by Lord Heart's series of skilled operations; even though they were responsible for guarding this place, only she and that old man knew how to use this strange machine.

"Lord Heart! You are truly a genius!"

Sima Di sighed helplessly, "There is nothing surprising; tell me the password."

"Yes, Lord Heart! The password is..."

Sima Di skillfully tapped the keyboard, inputting the password consisting of a mix of numbers and symbols totaling twenty-two characters.

Such a strange password, I suppose even cracking it would require some time?

Ding—

After inputting the password, Sima Di heard such a sound, and immediately saw the box, over ten meters high, open with a boom like a lotus blooming, a wave of cold air rushing to the face.

She only saw rows of narrow-mouthed bottles inside, sealed with unknown purple-black liquid; roughly calculated, there were at least several thousand bottles.

Just as Sima Di wanted to step forward, a glance to the side revealed blood spreading from Ella's abdomen, and where she stood, there was a small pool of blood.

At this rate of blood loss, in a few minutes Ella would become a corpse unable to speak.

"Um... you go treat your wound first." Sima Di sighed helplessly, "I still have many things to ask you; you cannot die yet."

"Lord Heart, you are so considerate of me! I am truly moved! Ella will go now! Immediately!"

Sima Di watched Ella rush towards a small room deep in the dock; it seemed that room had a medical kit.

"Truly did not expect such an unexpected gain... but being regarded as an idol by a cannibal is, no matter how you look at it, not a happy thing. Besides, the problem now is not them, but these things before my eyes..."

Sima Di took two steps forward, used the right hand to take down a bottle and held it before the eyes to examine, but saw nothing. Thinking for a moment, she lowered her head and used her teeth to pull out the wooden stopper sealing the top.

It was better not to open it; once opened, Sima Di felt a wave of malice rush to the face.

Sima Di's face instantly turned gloomy.

"They really succeeded in researching this kind of thing; I thought the notes in the laboratory were just conjecture..."

If Sima Di guessed correctly, these things were what were called "New Energy."

Wind energy, solar energy, tidal energy, geothermal energy...

Humans are always able to convert various things into kinetic energy to fulfill their needs.

【But humans do not know that what can generate the greatest kinetic energy is precisely themselves.】

【Human emotions, most of the time, can only be vented pointlessly... In other words, they have been wasting their emotions. What if we could utilize them?】

These were Belier's exact words.

When hearing this back then, Sima Di only thought it was a dream of a madman. But these things were indeed placed before Sima Di, forcing her to believe.

One of the reasons for the existence of the Death Game (manually bolded) was to test under what circumstances various human emotions are most easily triggered. Among these emotions, negative emotions are the easiest to trigger and the most intense. In Belier's words, this is the ideal material for new energy.

And the final game Sima Di held happened to be the exact opposite, triggering the participants' maximum positive emotions.

But the problem is...

She had clearly killed Belier with her own hands. And Belier's corpse was also buried by her own hands... the burial locations were thirteen spots on Spade Island and Nameless Island. Unless that guy was a demon, he could not drill out of the ground to resurrect.

Then who is the one dominating the Spade organization in this world?

Could it be the First Generation Spade?

Sima Di speculated.

The First Generation Spade was the fellow with the highest IQ among all Spades; when committing crimes back then, he even mailed password letters to the police station to provoke them. He said that if anyone could solve this password, they could stop his actions in time to save the hostages, and if they were even smarter, they could even catch him with their own hands.

But unfortunately, reality was not the home ground of that Death God Elementary School Student; no one was able to crack it. Even later, when the password letters were published in newspapers, no one was able to solve them.

Even today, a hundred years later, among many puzzles, only one has been solved.

Therefore, given the First Generation Spade's IQ, Sima Di believed he could create something that should not be created.

"Since they can create this kind of thing, then the completion of that thing is not far... Once that thing is completed, it means the world is about to change."

As Sima Di spoke, she placed the wooden stopper back on and put the bottle back in its original place.

Hmm? What is that? A nameplate?

Sima Di glanced, noticing nameplates on these shelves marked 060; upon closer inspection, he found they were actually in English.

"Fear." (Terror)

Sima Di frowned, walking around these rows of test tube racks to inspect them one by one.

Ache (Pain), Wrath (Anger), Sorrow (Grief), Despair (Desolation).

The narrow-necked bottles marked with these five styles accounted for over ninety percent of all narrow-necked bottles.

A small portion was marked Envy (Jealousy), Greed (Greed), Sloth (Laziness).

"Energy born from negative emotions? If two to three bottles can be drawn from a single person... then from how many people was this energy actually extracted..." Sima Di's hand holding the bottle trembled; she could hardly imagine what kind of hell Spades had created.

Negative emotions are always easier to generate than positive ones. Among these, "Pain" is the easiest to produce, and "Terror" is the most easily contagious emotion.

Finally, deep at the bottom of the shelf, Sima Di discovered a bottle unlike the others, containing a pink liquid. Compared to the other 500ML narrow-necked bottles, it was merely a test tube holding only a few milliliters.

91 Is there a permanent pointer?

Curious, Sima Di took it out and found an English word pasted on top of the test tube.

"Happiness." (Bliss)

"Only a few milliliters? How ironic..." Sima Di smiled, putting the test tube away on his person. "Alright... what should I do with these? Since it's energy, why not... What!"

From the perspective of the modeling field, Sima Di could clearly see two living presences inside that small room within the shipyard.

One was Ella.

The other... was a Den Den Mushi.

Sima Di had been so focused on this new energy just now that he had forgotten this world even had Den Den Mushi as a communication tool.

And although Ella admired Hearts, she was also loyal to Spades.

"Damn it!"

Sima Di rushed to the room and slammed the door open with a bang.

At that moment, Ella was holding up a telephone, looking at Sima Di. There was no apology on her face; instead, she looked extremely pleased.

"Lord Hearts! I have already reported your survival status to the Master! I believe it won't be long before someone comes to pick us up!"

"The Master? You mean Lu Kasi?"

"That's right! The call is still connected; you can communicate directly with the Master!" Ella respectfully handed the Den Den Mushi to Sima Di.

Sima Di didn't know whether he should be angry or find it ridiculous, so he could only take the receiver.

"Hello."

"Hey, Hearts. Don't you have anything to say to me, your senior, right now?" Lu Kasi's voice was low and raspy, speaking in a language with a strange accent.

Clearly, Lu Kasi was still better suited to speak his English.