Chapter 4644

"Tsk." Joker clicked his tongue with a gloomy face. "Why didn't you soak that big block!"

"Forget it. Your jealousy is written all over your face," Scarecrow crossed his arms and looked at the monitoring screen in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh. "Batman is worthy of being Batman; his speed is as fast as if he had peeked at the answers. As for Superman... the game wouldn't start without him."

"Look, I said we should have electrified the water," Stark crossed his arms, the light and shadow of the screen shining on his silver-white armor, but what he said was very chilling.

"We got the size wrong," Mephisto said with some headache. "Greed, you didn't say there were female players. This distance is impossible for an adult male to fold over, but it's possible for a woman to turn over."

"No, no, no," Greed said. "This has nothing to do with gender; it's just that Miss Quinzel's flexibility is relatively good. If you change to someone with relatively stiff limbs, it definitely won't work. And, she can hang her whole body's strength on her collarbone, which also requires very firm willpower. It's no problem to clear the level like this."

"Exactly," Stark nodded, obviously approving of Greed. "It looks easy for her to do, but in reality, this posture still requires strength to kick; it's extremely difficult. Try it yourself and you'll know. But you're right about one thing; we have to pay attention to the size. Should we make the passages behind a bit smaller?"

"No need," Greed said. "Female bodies are petite; although they have advantages in passing through narrow mechanisms, their corresponding muscle strength is insufficient, which is relatively balanced. There's no need to force an adjustment."

"Oh, wait a minute," Jonathan shouted. "What's going on?! Greed! Look at the good work of the other you!"

The screen showed Pride pulling out the iron rod. Greed took a look, gasped, and hurriedly adjusted the scheduling panel, operating it in a panic to strengthen the ability restrictions.

"No, I didn't write a program for this situation; I can only temporarily lower the power program."

"Guarding against everything but not guarding against yourself, right?" Stark sneered. "It's clearly a backdoor you left for yourself."

"It's really not. Am I the kind of person who only knows how to swing fists?"

"That's good," Mephisto shook his head. "If you let him continue like this, the whole level will be dismantled by him."

"It won't," Greed said while operating. "I'll manually adjust his power level, okay? Add restrictions after the dungeon ends."

"So what is the principle of this?" Stark asked, touching his chin.

"It's very complex," Greed said. "You can understand it as: the pain that causes mental stimulation to me will release my muscle restrictions. And because this doesn't belong to superpowers, it counts as a mechanism brought by the human body, and because mental patients are not within the scope of restrictions, the limiter can't restrict this."

"So you're having an episode?" Mephisto asked.

"Exactly," Greed nodded. "But it's fine, I'm watching him. Although manual adjustment has a delay, which might let him possess strength far exceeding ordinary people for a while, this level can't be cleared just by relying on super strength. You have to have some confidence in your own design."

"You still have to have some confidence in your own design," Scarecrow said. "Watching the players collapse and go crazy is one of our rewards. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't come to do this job."

"That is to say, others go crazy and become weaker, while you go crazy and become stronger. But because going crazy isn't restricted, you can't restrict yourself from becoming stronger either." Mephisto summarized.

"Yes," Greed nodded. "But it's fine, I'm watching him. Although manual adjustment has a delay, which might let him possess strength far exceeding ordinary people for a while, this level can't be cleared just by relying on super strength. You have to have some confidence in your own design."

"The two mutants are still better," Stark said. "Perfectly understood the essence of the levels we designed, and every step is according to the process."

"Wait," Scarecrow shouted again. "What's going on here? Greed!!"

They all looked at the monitoring screen. When Lucifer appeared in the water with a pair of big wings, everyone couldn't hold it anymore.

Stark covered his forehead and said: "I know he's an angel, but don't wings count as superpowers?"

"Uh, this is also the first time the Battle World has received a natural angel," Greed was somewhat embarrassed. "We did data compatibility before he went in, but... this is what he brought himself..."

"Can this fly?" Mephisto questioned. "I've never heard of angels relying on wings to fly. What do you think? Iron Man?"

"Absolutely no chance," Stark said decisively. "Where does the human body get such strong back muscle groups to drive such a large pair of wings? Even if they could flap twice, they couldn't move such a heavy body; otherwise, wouldn't birds have evolved in vain?"

"Still quite interesting," Joker laughed. "Reminds me of the swans on the park lake, the kind that are about to die."

Everyone also laughed. Lucifer's wings were indeed a bit ridiculous, neither playing any positive role nor looking like a big goose flapping around in the water.

"Wait, what is he going to do?" Mephisto exclaimed, looking at Anatoly and saying, "He wouldn't directly intend to... hiss..."

Anatoly directly broke his collarbone and took off the ring; the action made everyone in front of the screen wince. Mephisto's mouth almost split to his mandible; among this group of people, this devil had the strongest reaction.

"Really a ruthless person," he sighed. "Unfortunately, he doesn't come here often; otherwise, I must ask him if he is willing to work in hell."

"Even if he doesn't come here often, you can ask," Greed said. "If you are afraid you can't contact him, I can introduce you; he likes hell very much."

"Really?" Mephisto said somewhat pleasantly.

"Yes, he stayed in hell for a long time before, and also made a group of quite good friends, and drank and chatted with Satan. He will like you," Greed said with a smile.

"Tsk." Joker sneered, somewhat dissatisfied looking at the monitoring screen. "The first level didn't eliminate anyone; the intensity of the level is still not enough."

"You just want us to praise Batman for being too strong, right?" Scarecrow had long seen through him.

"But you can't deny that he is the fastest to pass this level," Joker danced and said.

"Yeah, together with his dear Superman."

Joker's face sank violently again.

"Alright, alright," Greed hurriedly changed the subject. "Look at the second level, let's see which little unlucky person will fall for it..."

Stark raised his head high. When Batman found the mechanism on the key and wasn't shocked by the trap in the keyhole, he waved his hand and said: "This is Batman; if he would fall for it, there would be no smart people in this world. This doesn't count."

Immediately after, Bruce and Pride didn't fall for it either. Stark snorted coldly: "That guy is also Batman, right? This doesn't count either."

Then it was Charles and Erik. Stark sighed through gritted teeth and said: "These two just look young, but they are actually over fifty. They are pretending to be young here. They don't count either."

When he saw that even Thor didn't fall for it, Stark was really a bit broken: "It must be the design of the key! The mechanism on that key is too easy to be discovered; it's definitely not a problem with my thinking!"

"It's fine," Greed said. "That trap wasn't fatal anyway; at most, it just makes them lie there for a while. The main effect is to use electricity to tell them that this isn't just a medieval dungeon; otherwise, it wouldn't be fair in terms of reasoning."

Stark pouted very unconvinced: "If it were up to me, setting an electrified mechanism in the water would definitely perform better than it does now. You just don't give me room to play."

"Alright," Greed comforted. "Aren't there mechanisms you designed behind? No need to rush for this moment."

Stark then muttered in a low voice and stopped talking. And Scarecrow reminded: "Here it comes, here it comes; the level I designed is coming."

All groups walked toward that long passage. And when Batman hadn't walked far before choosing to turn back, Scarecrow slapped his forehead: "How was this discovered?! He wouldn't have really peeked at the answers, would he???"

"Otherwise, why wouldn't some people be Batman's arch-enemy?" Joker said sarcastically on the side. "You made that passage like a marathon; if Batman still didn't notice the abnormality, this year would be the twentieth year since I went to his grave."

"I also think the passage shouldn't have been made so long," Mephisto obviously agreed very much. "But anyone who is a bit smart would feel there's a problem. Even if they aren't that smart, they would feel uneasy if they couldn't walk to the end no matter how they walked, and would raise their vigilance."

"No matter what you say, I won't design that kind of inevitable death trap without any hints," Scarecrow shook his head. "If I had only designed a three-meter-long passage, then when the water surged over, no one would be able to react. That would turn from puzzle-solving into slaughter; it has no artistry at all, and I wouldn't do that."

"Don't explain it like that," Greed said. "When they find this place, just say it was your conscience that discovered it."

"No," Joker waved his hand. "When they find this place, you all step back; I will face Batman alone. This time he should finally beat me up, right?"

"Is this way of clearing the level a bit..." Mephisto frowned deeply. He watched Harley and Pamela hug each other and just squeeze in from one side of the door. "Currently I only see their advantages; should the size of the door really be adjusted?"

"Don't worry, aren't there levels that test strength behind?" Greed said.

"Wait," Stark suddenly said. "You said the mechanism on the door, is it... oh, yes."

Everyone was speechless about Lucifer's wings being hit. Mephisto wiped his face and said: "I'm a devil, I don't have wings; you can't ask me to be comprehensive."

"You are the person among us who should have noticed that wings would trigger the mechanism," Stark looked at him and said unhappily. "After all, no one here has horns."

Mephisto sighed and said: "How should I put it, although it only hit the wings, it can be considered effective. You guys made such a big fuss before, didn't you also not really hurt anyone?"

Everyone was speechless. This group of people was indeed strong enough; if it were other players, they would have already suffered losses. As a result, in the end, except for the one who broke his own collarbone, the one hit in the wings, Lucifer, was the first casualty.

"It seems someone is going to jump the level again," Scarecrow said. "Batman's group and Lucifer's group didn't go to the secret room in front at all. The word puzzle someone carefully designed didn't work."

They all looked at Greed, and Greed shrugged and said: "But it still stopped Loki's group. Ignorance is really terrible."

"People are Vikings; it's normal not to understand English, right? Rather, who would have thought that the word 'font' also meant holy water pool?" Stark spread his hands and said. "Anyway, if it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to solve it, and I would give a bad review after going out."

"Now you know where those cursing comments in the comment section come from," Greed laughed.