Chapter 4623: Desperate Escape (Part 2)

"Uh..." Loki let out a low groan of pain and turned his head to look at his right shoulder. The collarbone pierced by the iron ring hurt so much that his head was dizzy, but he didn't hesitate for a moment and started shouting directly: "Thor! Thor!!!!"

There was no sound, only his own shouting echoing in the dark cell. Loki didn't stop, while gritting his teeth to look at the

He shouted for a full minute, and finally, he heard a very faint tapping sound. To be precise, it was a vibration coming from behind him. If the iron ring weren't currently stuck in his collarbone and the chain connected to the wall, causing pain with the slightest tremor, he might not have even felt this almost imperceptible vibration.

"Thor..." Loki lowered his voice. "Can you not move? Can you not speak? Why?"

The faint vibration continued, and Loki's brain raced. "If you are also in danger and this is taking a lot of effort, then stop moving!"

The tapping tremor stopped as expected. Loki lowered his eyes; Thor was right behind the wall behind him, in danger.

Being able to tap meant that at least part of his body was not restrained and could reach the wall. However, given Thor's personality, since he had heard Loki's voice, he would surely respond with all his might. Whether it was his hand, foot, shoulder, or head, he would definitely tap with everything he had; it would never be such a weak sound.

And if the sound was so weak, either he had no strength left, or something was blocking it. The fact that he stopped immediately when he said to stop if there was danger proved that it was truly dangerous.

Unable to speak, muffled tapping, and the immediate cessation of movement—Loki almost instantly recalled the time they were fighting in the Large Magellanic Cloud, when Thor fell into a pool of alien slime. When Loki went to fish him out, Thor had been exactly like this: unable to speak and unable to signal his location through tapping, and he had nearly drowned in the slime pool.

Water, Loki thought; there was water on Thor's side, and he was likely submerged in it, on the verge of suffocation.

Loki had already observed everything he could from this position, and as soon as he managed to shift his body to lean down and see the lever and gate under the bed, he almost immediately associated it with collapsing the bed and smashing the lever down.

But how to collapse the bed? Loki observed the bed's structure and realized he only needed to collapse the bed leg closest to him. He tried to kick it with his leg, but the angle was too awkward, making it hard to exert force.

So, he reached out to feel it and quickly sensed something wrong with the bed leg. After finding the key inside, Loki also began to pick at the brick seams.

"Wait for me, Thor, it'll be ready soon!!"

"Oh! God's ass!" Harley let out a loud shout. "Did I fucking get into a car accident?! Why does my shoulder hurt so much?!"

She turned her head to look at her shoulder, her eyes widening when she saw the ring on her collarbone, then turned to look at the surrounding environment. "No way, this unlucky?!"

"Puddin'! Puddin'! Pamela!!" Harley screamed at the top of her lungs, but no one responded. "Oh, damn it, she must be trapped, even unluckier than me. What should I do?"

Harley tilted her head, saw the bed, and muttered, "This thing definitely has a problem, right?"

Her body was very flexible, and doing the splits was no problem, so she simply extended the leg closest to the bed, just enough to reach the nearest bed leg. She kicked it hard, but the bed only shook.

Realizing that wouldn't work, Harley adjusted her posture, endured the pain, and hung the weight of her entire body on the fixed collarbone so that both her legs could turn toward that side. Harley kicked the side of the bed leg fiercely with both legs.

"Bang!"

The entire bed was kicked crooked, and it was because of this slight tilt that she used the firelight from outside to clearly see something on the inside of the bed leg. Harley pulled her leg back, struggled to move her body, and reached her arm over to dig it out.

After digging out the key, Harley was a bit surprised: "Found the key, but where's the lock?"

And it was because the bed was kicked crooked that light could penetrate into the darkest corner under the bed; Harley turned her head and vaguely saw the lever. She suddenly realized.

She pulled her leg back, stuck the key into her shoe heel, struggled to straighten the bed with her legs to put the bed leg in the best position to exert force, and then kicked the bed leg fiercely with the foot that had the key fixed to it.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

"Bang!" The bed leg broke.

"Darkness," a low voice said, "fixed."

"Wall," "light," "bed..."

"Bed leg."

A hand reached toward the bed leg.

"Key... under the bed."

The figure in front of the wall leaned down to look under the bed.

"Next door is a water dungeon."

Gripping the key tightly in their hand, they took a deep breath and smashed it fiercely against the wall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Bricks fell, and they picked up a brick to continue smashing.

"Bang! Bang!"

Murky water sprayed out, and a crowbar was extended in from the hole. After pulling the crowbar out, they smashed it fiercely against the bed leg.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Snap!"

"Click!" The lever was smashed down.

A large amount of water surged out, and heavy breathing came from the other side of the wall. "42 seconds, Batman, that seems a bit slow for you, doesn't it?"

A laugh with a damp, wheezing sound came from next door, and Batman took a light breath. "I should have delayed a bit longer so you could have tried the feeling of drowning too."

"Oh, no, don't do that to me. That's still too simple for you, isn't it?"

"It doesn't count as simple," Batman said. "The person who set up this game is very professional; my collarbone hurts, and I need to divert some energy to deal with the pain."

"Collarbone? What's wrong with your collarbone?"

"It's been pierced through."

"What??!!!"

Shiler's fingertips trembled slightly; one could say it was because of the pain, or one could say it wasn't. Because of the pain, he was somewhat unable to control his strength well; to be precise, when he went to feel the bed leg, he almost snapped it off.

Fortunately, the dungeon's ability-limiting mechanism quickly discovered something was wrong and restricted his gradually increasing strength, which allowed him to get the key from the bed leg.

Shiler turned his head to look at the wall behind him; he touched the brick seams with his hand, pinched a bit of dirt to look at it, first rubbed it with his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it lightly, then confirmed that next door should be a water dungeon.

Because he often tended to his garden, Shiler could be called a soil state researcher. Soil that is slightly damp for a period after the rain clears can decompose flower fertilizer at the fastest speed; he was very familiar with this state of soil, so he could judge that the dirt in the brick seams was abnormally damp, most likely permeated by moisture.

His room was still relatively dry, at least there were no visible water sources, so it must be next door. Had Bruce already been submerged in water?

Shiler turned his head to look at the nail in his collarbone, then looked at the iron spike inserted into the wall, turned his body, held the key with his other hand, and chiseled at the gap between the iron spike and the wall.

But this had almost no effect, because the thing was nailed into the bricks, and the bricks there were exceptionally sturdy. Without any loosening, wanting to pry the iron spike out was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Both of them were silent for a second, realizing at the same time how difficult this game would be. ===== CHAPTER 4623 =====

Shiler thought that when he had just woken up and felt the pain in his collarbone, his strength had been out of control for a moment, but it wasn't until he used it, or even achieved an effect, that it was restricted. So he could completely try whether he could still borrow the pain to strengthen his power, even if only for an instant.

Shiler adjusted his body posture again, took a deep breath, and yanked the chain on his collarbone fiercely.

"Ugh..."

His fingertips trembled again; taking this opportunity, he grabbed the key and smashed it fiercely into the gap between the iron spike and the brick.

"Bang!"

The key was nailed into the gap like a nail, but this strength was quickly restricted. Shiler took a deep breath and began to pry the gap continuously with the key. Dirt debris kept falling off, and soon, the iron spike was a bit loose.

At this moment, Shiler pulled the key out, grabbed the head of the iron spike, and shook it left and right, continuously widening the gap. After about a minute, the front half of the iron spike could move freely.

Shiler grabbed the ring in front of the iron spike with his hand and began to pull outward continuously. He pulled a few times and then continued to move it left and right; accompanied by more and more dirt debris falling, with a "swoosh," the entire iron spike was pulled out.

Shiler exhaled lightly and stood up from the ground. He looked around the room; there weren't many things in the room. He first glanced at the wall seams and the ceiling, then tapped the bed board, and finally looked under the bed.

After seeing the lever, Shiler moved the bed away directly. He pulled the lever down with his hand, and water immediately surged out. However, because he hadn't broken the wall, Bruce's voice next door sounded a bit muffled.

"Professor, are you okay?"

"Not bad." Shiler lowered his head to study the key.

Bruce's voice came from over there again: "I have a crowbar here, do you need it?"

Shiler's hand paused, then he said: "No, I think I skipped the level."

Shiler knew that if Bruce had a crowbar in his hand, then the normal level process should be to find a way to smash the wall open, get the crowbar, smash the bed leg, let the bed fall to smash the lever down, and only then could the water be released.

As for why he didn't just take the crowbar to pry the iron spike off, that was because under normal circumstances, if one hand was fixed, the other hand couldn't exert force even with a crowbar.

"Can you move?" Shiler asked.

"No, I'm locked up on this side," Bruce said. "There's a lock, it looks like it needs a key..."

Shiler understood. "There's no water now, can you smash the wall open?"

"I'll try."

Bruce seemed to have climbed up from the ground; his range of motion was clearly much larger than Shiler's. If it weren't for the water, he could have smashed the wall himself.

"Bang! Bang!"

After Bruce smashed it twice, he said: "It's not working, Professor, the wall here is harder..."

Shiler went to check that wall again and quickly found the loose brick. He tapped there and said: "Smash toward here..."

"Bang!"

Shiler hadn't even had time to dodge before the wall was smashed open. The brick almost hit his leg; after dodging, Shiler rubbed his forehead. "Are you in a hurry, Bruce?"

He didn't have time to say anything else before Bruce's blue eyes appeared at the gap. "Did you smash it open? How are things on your side?"

"It was fine originally," Shiler said irritably, "it wouldn't have been if you had used any more force just now."