Chapter 237: Fighting to Be a Dog

Inside the prison of C City.

Fang Can sat calmly with his hands folded, gazing with amusement at the player before him.

"One soul, two bodies... so this is the 'one soul, two bodies'."

Looking at the player before him, Fang Can said with amusement, "Both bodies are actually yours, but due to the nature of the online game, under normal circumstances, the main consciousness resides in that world."

"Because you control this world's body from across a world, this body is immortal and painless, fearless."

"But now, since your body in that world has been destroyed, you cannot log into the game. Can you still enjoy these privileges now that you have lost your player status?"

Meeting the gaze of Dian Jixue, which was gradually turning fearful, Fang Can flicked his index finger lightly.

The force field roared out instantly, swirling around the man's body like blades.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Like blood flowers blooming, tens of thousands of wounds instantly appeared on Dian Jixue's body, covering his entire form like Lingchi torture, each deep enough to see the bone, with fresh blood gushing out from the wounds instantly.

At this moment, with no online game pain suppression, a voice from a future-tech human who had never suffered such pain, or perhaps never felt pain at all, let out a mournful wail.

"It seems you, who were once high above like immortals, can finally feel pain."

Fang Can looked at the ground freshly stained red with a hint of disgust in his eyes, used the force field to scoop the blood from the ground, and stuffed it back into the player's mouth.

But at this moment, the player's body had already been slashed by Fang Can into a sieve; as soon as the blood entered the body, it gushed out again like from a sprinkler.

"Pain test complete, next we should test whether you can still resurrect now."

Fang Can said with a smile, and just as he was about to exert force, the players who had died around him began to reincarnate into this world one after another.

"What is this situation!"

"I'm still alive!"

"How did I re-enter the game?"

The players who had just survived the calamity raised their heads in relief, only for a dull sound of flesh exploding to ring in their ears, followed by blood splashing all over them.

As for Fang Can, he looked at the meat chunks before him with a disappointed gaze.

Because every time a player resurrected before, their original dead body would refresh and disappear, leaving no chance to exploit a bug for infinite resources.

Since the corpse remained before him now, it naturally meant the player could no longer resurrect.

The other players also understood this principle; looking at Dian Jixue's remaining corpse, their pupils shook with terror, and they immediately understood their own situation.

At their ears, Fang Can's sigh sounded: "What a pity, it seems you have lost your greatest asset."

"But this is also a good thing; after all, compared to eternal torment, instant pain is almost like a gift."

"Now it is your turn." Fang Can's gaze turned to the few people before him, his eyes raging with killing intent.

"No... don't!"

"Please spare me! I'll do anything."

"I don't want to die."

Looking at the ugly scene of the players begging for mercy, the corner of Fang Can's mouth curled up with some pleasure, but his words were incredibly cold:

"You have lost your most valuable infinite resurrection; grinding monsters and leveling up probably can't be done either. You have already degenerated into the lowly natives you spoke of."

"There are plenty of martial artists who want to be my dogs; you bunch of trash who rushed up by grinding monsters have no remaining value."

Fang Can's tone was incredibly contemptuous, but immediately a player hurriedly said, "Wait... I haven't died yet, I can still resurrect infinitely."

"Oh, you haven't died yet?" Fang Can looked at the Blood-Handed Maniac before him in surprise; this guy was truly Li Huowang.

The Blood-Handed Maniac, who had just logged in on the side, finally realized fear: "Spare me, I don't want to die yet."

Following the Blood-Handed Maniac's words, one by one, the other players around who had not yet been killed by Fang Can's luck ability logged in to beg for mercy.

Not just them, but all the members in the entire group chat were terrified.

In the live broadcast in reality, they could see players one by one suffering various accidents as if haunted by the Grim Reaper.

Inside a certain villa, a player's neck was wrapped by a cable, the whole person swaying gently in the air like a wind chime, legs stiff.

Through the clear live broadcast footage, those group members could even see the other person's veins bulging and the purple skin formed by blood stasis.

Some were directly destroyed by a nearby Star-Slayer Ship's misoperation, wiping out the entire city and leaving not even a single complete corpse.

All sorts of death methods, all sorts of accidents; they could only watch helplessly as group members passed away in various ways.

At this moment, they finally understood the terrifying destructive power a luck ability user could cause in the future-tech world.

"I-I-I-I... I don't want to die!"

Feng Qiaoyan's eyes held terror; her hands instantly gripped her clothes, and she ran non-stop toward the game pod.

Those martial artists were all killed; she, a normal person with a weak body, simply couldn't stand against them, and she wasn't an orphan; her family shouldn't be dragged down by her playing a game.

It wasn't just her.

At this moment, the players hidden in the group who hadn't yet committed crimes and been caught logged into the game one by one, voluntarily surrendering to the police.

Hoping only to see Fang Can and beg for leniency.

Otherwise, if other players angered Fang Can, and Fang Can activated his luck ability to fire a map-wide attack at all players, then it would affect them.

Then their deaths would be far too unjust.

And at this moment, Fang Can did not yet know that a group of players far away were wanting to be his dogs; instead, he stared with amusement at the group before him.

"You want to live?"

Following his question, the players around nodded like a pestle pounding garlic.

To survive, they would have loved to bow down and lick the soles of Fang Can's feet.

"But, I am a man who always keeps his word; I already gave you a chance just now."

Fang Can lightly spread his hands: "The 【Hearts】 and 【Spades】 representing death were chosen by you yourselves; you can't blame me."

At these words, the faces of all the players instantly froze.

Just now, regarding those 108 playing cards, Fang Can had made no attempt to stop them, letting them draw freely.

Even if they couldn't get the Joker card, there were at least 52 cards representing submission and becoming a dog, yet not a single person drew one.

And as Fang Can casually spread his hands, a few of them followed his gaze and saw the four playing cards currently laid out on Fang Can's table.

Those were the 2 【Diamonds】 and 2 【Clubs】 that Fang Can had left behind casually just now.

Suddenly, one player swallowed their saliva and said, trembling:

"My lord Fang Can, your game hasn't ended yet, has it?"

"Yes, it hasn't." Fang Can smiled, his index finger lightly tapping the cold table as he gazed at the 44 players before him: "There is still about 40 minutes remaining."

The atmosphere was first slightly silent, then immediately became grim and deadly.

Some players were already running with all their might, lunging toward the cards in front of Fang Can.

(End of this chapter)