[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste":3,"chapter-pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-chapter-83":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},687717,922,"Chapter 83: Your Piano Sounds Nice, But I'm in a Hurry","pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-chapter-83",83,"\u003Cp>Why isn't there any response? I wasn't trying to mislead anyone with that question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce looked up, gave a casual glance, and noticed a portrait on the wall. The person in the painting seemed to be mimicking the Mona Lisa, smiling forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I remember my teammate told me before, one of the horror mysteries involved a painting with tears, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce slowly stepped forward without thinking too hard about it. After glancing at it briefly, he walked up and gave it a try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you smiling at? Not planning to cry a little?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just stood in front of the painting, staying still for over ten seconds, as if engaged in some sort of mental standoff, staring back at the image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even know what to do himself. Normally, he’d wait for the other side to make the first move, then figure out how to deal with the target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, his instincts didn’t sense anything strange from the portrait—no sense of malice at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was locked in this silent face-off with the painting, elegant piano music began echoing through the empty room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce: ......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stiffly turned his head in the direction of the sound. In the corner of the room sat a Steinway piano with a red cloth draped over it, oozing with a classical vibe from the last century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the piano was sitting quietly in the corner, playing elegant blues that felt like they had been stored away for countless eras, radiating a chilling loneliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce swore, that piano wasn’t here when he first came in. It had just appeared out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant, the horror mystery here wasn’t “the crying portrait,” but “the piano music in the music classroom at night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, he’d been playing mind games with air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce: ##\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the Wrath Mask, which had been fairly stable, suddenly showed signs of overload. The light patterns shifted repeatedly, eventually forming an angry face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(╯▔皿▔)╯, tsk, that woman Xie Antong couldn’t have explained it more clearly!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not you, and you don’t say anything!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuming, he punched the wall straight on, smashing both the portrait and the wall behind it. Wooden panels and bricks flew everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Portrait: ……Can I even talk?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【: Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be a horror game? Why does it feel like a comedy all of a sudden?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【: Can any expert analyze whether there’s any deeper meaning to what “Sin” just did?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【: That piano totally confused me. It just... showed up.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【: Even Park Bu Seong would’ve slipped up here. If that piano stayed hidden, this stage might’ve stalled our guy for a long time.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently used to “Sin’s” style, the audience in this horror game challenge still carried an oddly cheerful vibe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the music classroom, all the curtains suddenly pulled shut. The room was plunged into total darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of a fire striker flared. In the pitch-black room, a faint glow appeared out of nowhere where the piano sat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that dim, flickering light, Lu Ce didn’t move. He simply said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a heartwarming scene.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The viewers who had just started getting into the horror vibe were speechless after hearing that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only you could find this “heartwarming” right now, huh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soothing piano music in the room felt like it could calm the soul, when suddenly, a clear female voice echoed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you like to play a piano duet with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was ethereal and flowing, matching every beautiful fantasy one could have. It made it really hard to say no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【: That voice is so beautiful, I think I’m in love.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【: Hold up! Don’t fall in love just yet. Didn’t Blank tell Sin about each horror mystery’s traits??】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【: I looked this one up. If this is indeed the “Night Piano Song,” you’re not supposed to listen, and definitely not supposed to play along!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The viewers supporting Lu Ce were now getting anxious, but it was pointless—this information was blocked in Challenge Mode, and Lu Ce wasn’t paying attention to anything they said anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, guided by the ethereal female voice, Lu Ce slowly walked forward to the piano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down, the keys of that vintage Steinway were dancing on their own, playing an intoxicating melody.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you like to play a duet with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ethereal voice sounded again, tempting Lu Ce like a siren luring sailors from the deep sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a few keys began flashing with a soft pink glow, alternating as if guiding Lu Ce on how to play along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce stared at the piano in front of him, went quiet for a few seconds, then gently bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your piano sounds nice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I’m in a hurry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the viewers were still unsure what he was about to do—some even thinking Wrath might’ve had a change of heart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next second, Lu Ce straightened up and, using every bit of his strength, smashed his fist down onto the Steinway!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Courtesy before force.jpg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That elegant, vintage Steinway exploded instantly. No ordinary metal or wooden structure could’ve withstood that punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was like a full-blown demolition. The piano shattered like a toy set, its pieces flying all over the room. Some even hit Lu Ce, but disintegrated into dust on impact!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce couldn’t care less about completion methods or taboos. To him, if the horror mystery was “piano music,” then smashing the piano was the most straightforward solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the piano burst apart, the light in the room dimmed, and Lu Ce’s instincts flared again—there was something in the room now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as there’s something, it’s fine. Human or ghost, if you’re here, you can be dealt with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fierce, elegant, and heavy piano music erupted at the same time. Music could influence emotions, and each note was like a thread tugging at the soul, trying to lure it into submission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A row of blood-red keys “flowed” out from the piano. Yes, flowed—surrounding Lu Ce in a huge circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room turned oppressively dark. Amidst the gloom, the red-glowing keys stood out. The original soft red lights had gone out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce didn’t move. Then suddenly stepped forward and yanked down the classroom curtains!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Dark. So d*mn dark!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, it wasn’t daytime anymore. It was pitch-black like ink—as if this darkness had never known the light of day since humanity began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Ce pressed a hand to the earpiece on his ear and asked, “Is it nighttime now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, you probably entered a horror mystery scene.” Xie Antong instantly guessed that “Sin” must’ve triggered something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it.” Lu Ce nodded. “Ten minutes from now, if there's no completion prompt, remind me.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1133,"2026-06-02T09:03:27.233Z",1,"novelbin.me","fadca90d38e4dfcce872ee0ebd5720b059224d7320169e5d440b627e39cd04d3","pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-chapter-84","pain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-chapter-82",867,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpain-immunity-worried-the-villains-aren-t-twiste-cover.jpg"]