Chapter 4643

The incandescent lights turned on one by one, and the metal plate walls reflected cold light. The shadows on the walls slid past like swimming fish. The figure stopped in front of the door. When he pushed the door and entered, there were already several people in the conference room.

"Welcome, welcome." The figure standing in front of the conference table was wearing a white coat, "Welcome our last friend."

"Him?" A figure in white mecha had his feet on the table, fingers crossed and placed in front of his chest, sizing up the person who walked in, "A young version of you, Schiller. Really?"

"Why not?" He asked back, "Besides, I don't expect him to come up with any good ideas. Just being able to work is enough."

"This is interesting," A green-haired figure blew his nose and coughed loudly, "I hate the smell of gunpowder on him. What else? Marine Corps?"

"Don't say that, you damn bastard. All your nonsense in the last half hour didn't offer any useful opinions. I think you are the one who shouldn't have come," A figure wearing a burlap scarecrow mask said, sitting at the table.

"I really don't understand you lunatics. Even in the century where my performance was the worst, I wouldn't waste so much time on such questions. Come on, the devil is also in a hurry!" A red-skinned figure with horns spread his hands.

"Ahem," The figure who just entered cleared his throat. He looked at the figure in front of the conference table who looked exactly like him, "I also really want to know why you called me here. Why do you think I would participate in the Multiverse Evil Alliance? Greed?"

"There is no such alliance," Greed dug his ears with his fingers, "We gathered here today for a great cause—making trouble for superheroes!"

"Oh—!!!" The cheers were very enthusiastic.

Greed reached out his hand, signaling them to be calm. He turned his head to look at the door and said: "Alright, come and sit down, Agent. I didn't expect you to be responsible for the creative part. I'll tell you what to do later."

The Agent didn't say anything and walked to the end of the conference table to sit down. It looked like he was listening quietly, but in reality, he was shutting down his brain, preparing to jump directly to when someone called him.

"Alright, let's continue the topic just now," Greed walked to the table, supported his hands on the desktop and said, "What kind of style dungeon should we build? Stark, you go first."

"I still insist on my view," Stark crossed his arms, a light flashing in his light-colored pupils, "Of course, it's an exquisite mechanical secret room, equipped with a robot army, to have a sense of tension and excitement."

"The style is of course modern technology style. This decoration style is not bad," Stark sized up the conference room and then said, "The cold metal texture and bright but temperatureless lights will make people feel unfeeling, which is also a kind of mental attack. If it is simultaneously equipped with dangerous mechanisms with countdown devices and machine gun turrets, as well as robot patrol guards wandering around, even Batman will have a headache."

"Vulgar," a voice came.

Greed looked there again and said: "Alright, since Batman was mentioned, I can tell you that there is indeed Batman among the game participants. This is the difficulty of our level design. Joker, you talk about it."

"Slums, without a doubt," Joker grinned, twitched his nose, and said, "There is nothing more suitable for escape than slums. Broken houses, water-logged streets, corpses of drug addicts, children's bones, gangs and cults, criminals and lunatics, pornography, drugs, violence. You can find everything here."

"You are bringing in private goods, right?" That red-skinned figure said, "You might as well just say you want to build a Cat Getan."

"What's the problem?" Joker raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "You damn devil who ruined everything related to the romance of death. The cruelest punishment you created in hell doesn't even compare to a toe of Cat Getan. No artistic taste at all, just like you as a person."

"We are discussing serious business, how can you still make personal attacks?!" He stood up and slapped the table.

"Alright, Mephisto," Greed opened his mouth, "It's not like you don't know he's mentally unstable, so don't be like him."

"I don't approve of moving Cat Getan directly."

Greed turned his head to look at the figure wearing the burlap mask: "Do you have any high opinions, Dr. Crane?"

Scarecrow scratched his mask and said: "The theme of this issue is escape room, right? It's neither exploring violent crime nor showing the wealth gap. The content of Cat Getan slums is indeed rich, but it's an open map and a bit off-topic. And once used, it's definitely the home field of Joker and Batman, and there is indeed a suspicion of bringing in private goods."

Greed nodded and said: "Indeed. The level design this time is mainly based on linear puzzle solving, and it should focus on escape; the plot is secondary."

"Boring!" Joker evaluated cleanly and neatly.

"But it's a two-player dungeon," Greed laughed, "And the two people in the group will definitely have a very good relationship."

"Oh?" Joker's eyes lit up again, "Who will Batman group with?"

"Anyway, it's definitely not you," Scarecrow tore down the stage, "It's said that the relationship is very good. Do you expect Batman to think that you will be helpful to him in a high-difficulty dungeon? He's not that stupid!"

"If I make a request to him, he definitely will. Because if I play the game here, I won't go to the real Cat Getan to make trouble for him. His poor little darlings can live well. Why not?"

"It's Superman," Greed announced the answer, "As expected, right?"

"Oh, yes," Joker said sarcastically, "That big guy with blue eyes looks so sickeningly sweet. If he knew how much Batman guarded against him, he might cry and hit the moon."

"He guards against Superman no less than you," Scarecrow said.

"What do you mean no less than me? It must be me who is more!" Joker shouted again, "To deal with Superman, Batman just prepares green sugar beans; this counts as what kind of preventive measure. But for me—that's completely different."

"Can we not always be so off-topic?" Mephisto said somewhat dissatisfied, "I have no interest in your love history with Batman. Greed, if they interfere with the meeting again, kick them out."

"Alright, we really have to return to the topic," Greed said.

"I actually think style and form don't matter," Scarecrow said, "Modern decoration is fine, ancient decoration is fine; isn't the key the design of the level?"

"You said they are two-person groups?" Mephisto looked at Greed and said, "And the relationship between the two will be very good?"

Greed nodded. Mephisto rolled his eyes: "I always compare love to a deadly poison; sometimes, it can also be testimony and evidence. This is interesting, isn't it?"

Joker obviously also thought of this point, and he said: "That's right. We shouldn't dwell on style and form; the key lies in the design of the content, to utilize the relationship between them. How great and how ugly human emotions are."

"What are you talking about? Arias?" Stark said somewhat impatiently, "Let's return to the practical problems. If we want to use the emotions between them to restrain each other, how should we design the level?"

"That's your problem," Greed waved his hand, "My think tanks, you have designed so many high-difficulty dungeons, making the players of the Battle World terrified, and the scolding in the comment section is your brilliant record. I believe you won't let them down this time either."

"Of course—" They cheered again. Then Joker took a good lead; he stood up and walked in front of everyone, pacing and spinning while walking.

"Among all ways to die, I like drowning the most. I can't deny this has to do with my experience of falling into a chemical pool. However, the feeling of being isolated from the outside world but unable to breathe in the space where one survives is fascinating, desperate enough to make one want to scream. But there is only water, water, and more water; water seals everything, language, thought, and even life—it's wonderful."

"I like this plan," Mephisto expressed his position first, "But it's out of more practical considerations. You damn lunatic, you got one thing right; people soaked in water can't speak, which is much stronger than using some supernatural power to forcibly make them unable to communicate."

"Can't they communicate in the first level? Isn't the intensity a bit too high?" Stark frowned and said, "Without a gradual process?"

"Come on!" Scarecrow couldn't listen anymore, "This is a high-difficulty dungeon; there are hints before entering the dungeon. We have designed so many dungeons, and I haven't heard of any high-difficulty dungeon that needs a beginner tutorial. Not giving them a lesson right from the start, do they really think everyone is a high-end player?"

"I agree with this point," Greed said, "A high-difficulty dungeon should be difficult right from the start; this is a reasonable discouragement mechanism. If you can't pass the first level, then lingering on to the back is just suffering in vain, and it's impossible to clear the level at all. It's better to raise the difficulty right from the start and eliminate those beginner players who want to take a peek; this is a very humane practice."

"Underwater puzzle solving isn't impossible," Stark knocked on the table and said, "I really like combining water and electricity. Let's create a mechanism; if it's not solved, how about electrifying the water directly?"

"I thought you had a conscience," Mephisto looked at him and said, "I didn't expect you to have this idea."

"Conscience?" Stark looked around and smiled and said, "If I had a conscience, could I work with you?"

"Can't soak both of them in water together," Greed said, "Although we want to raise the difficulty, we can't raise it like that. I am more inclined to soak one in water and let the other save them; it's just that the time is tight."

"Still not difficult enough," Joker knocked on the desktop and said, "Why don't we design a psychological trap? When people find that they are about to drown, they will instinctively save themselves, so we give him a chance to save himself. But in reality, that is a train to death."

"You mean..."

"If they haven't received professional training, people's breath-holding time is very short. The more nervous and struggling they are in the water, the shorter the time will shrink. If there is no room for struggle, they might still wait honestly. But if you give them some room for activity, and most importantly, give them a tool that seems to be used for self-rescue, they will send themselves to the guillotine..."

"Hiss..." Mephisto gasped, "It's my blessing to be able to work with you. Sometimes I really don't know who is Satan."

Joker grinned and smiled at him, then said: "Don't worry, this is just the beginning."

"That's right," Scarecrow picked up, "I think we can add another psychological trap. How about using this tool as a key prop for someone else to solve the puzzle? The will to survive will make people hold on to their only straw, so would they be willing to give the straw to the other party?"

"My god," Joker was already fantasizing, "I can't wait to see several pairs of best friends and lovers break up because of this; that scene must be extremely interesting! Hahahaha!"