Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 114 - 105: The Last 5 Hours

Chapter 114: Chapter 105: The Last 5 Hours

Chen Xinyi’s voice trembled slightly as she tentatively asked, "But the red fog outside is so thick, how will you find it? Are you planning to follow Mr. Guo’s departing direction?"

"What if he takes a turn midway and you can’t find him?"

Wang Hao replied, "This problem... do you want to come out and search with me?"

Chen Xinyi hesitated for a moment, her heart leaping to her throat!

Her face turned pale, and in an instant, nervousness and unease filled her heart.

A Subordinate Demon God?

The one she was talking to now... might actually be a...

Should she follow him?

Above them, the sky was a dark red, like a colossal clotted blood, heavily pressing down on the world’s head.

Her voice trembling and her scalp tingling, she said, "Okay, I’ll go out with you."

Wang Hao felt quite satisfied with his female character, although her initial performance was a bit harsh, her mental appearance was actually much better than Smith’s beside him.

Her subjective initiative was also good, able to think through some issues, and she had enough courage.

"You must be crazy, both of you! Miss Chen, you need to realize your lack of ability!" Smith, thinking these people were idiots, yelled, "Isn’t it better to wait for a rescue? Oh my god, such a foolish choice. I can’t understand it!"

Ignorance is bliss, sometimes knowing a bit more can make one feel panicked.

But in Chen Xinyi’s heart, this was a good opportunity to analyze the "Game" closely, not to be missed.

As a fan of the "Game," she believed that following the "Game," she wouldn’t die.

The "Game" is much stronger than the "Blood Demon"!

"Forget it, forget it, don’t go, just stay here and wait for the Black-clothed Guard to rescue us."

After hearing Smith’s ranting, Wang Hao immediately abandoned the woman.

Since having an extra teammate wouldn’t be much meaningful, and if the woman died, he would have to pay to resurrect her, troublesome.

He was unwilling to spend that money.

Now he couldn’t pay for additional resources, so playing the game had to be stingy.

"Alright, then I won’t go, I’ll wait here."

Chen Xinyi didn’t dare to dispute, feeling a bit relieved, yet also somewhat disappointed and even a bit resentful.

"But I will give you all my Equipment."

"That’s very kind of you, losing these possessions, you might get criticized... I might not necessarily return them to you," Wang Hao joked.

"I’ll only get criticized when the rescue comes."

Miss Chen started to rack her brain, trying to improve her favorability.

After a while, she indeed managed to extract a very valuable question from her chaotic thought.

Excited, Chen Xinyi said, "Since the source ’Mr. Guo’ has a food limit, other Gluttons should also have a growth limit."

"When they grow to a certain level, will they leave like Mr. Guo? They might also enter the red fog and go to that unknown zone."

"Yes, it’s not out of the question," Wang Hao’s eyes lit up, finding this to be a very good suggestion.

"What is their ultimate destination? That unknown zone must be hiding more information."

"And there’s another big problem, why is ’Mr. Guo’s’ consciousness clear?"

"If it wanted to recover power, there’s no need to make human consciousness clear."

Listening to their conversation, Smith’s scalp tingled, and he was sweating profusely.

They were to face a Subordinate Demon God, a Subordinate Demon God? Why were these two suddenly so excited, could there be some sort of latent mental illness spreading through the air?

Thinking this, he shivered secretly and took out a mask from his backpack, putting it on himself.

His face pale, he said, "The recovery of consciousness isn’t so strange; it could be due to the instinctive rebound of the human soul, like when we crush a bug with our hands, the bug struggles a bit. The human soul will rebound too."

"But to follow the Glutton away, Zhao, do you really want to do this... that Subordinate Demon God..."

This was beyond his wildest imagination.

"Let’s not talk about how strange and dangerous these things are for now; following a Glutton is beyond our capabilities."

"This red fog causes irritability. We cannot stay inside it for long; otherwise, we might suffer mental derangement."

Wang Hao turned off the computer, sighing, "You are right, but I have made up my mind, wait for my good news."

"Oh, and don’t we have a lot of civilians in our hands?"

"The subjective initiative of civilians might not be very high." Chen Xinyi felt somewhat guilty, "Sending them to track the movements of the Gluttons would be like sending them to their deaths needlessly, and it wouldn’t be very meaningful."

In extreme cases, using civilians as test subjects, the Black-clothed Guard wouldn’t hold responsibility.

But Chen Xinyi, having never even killed a chicken and not having been in the Black-clothed Guard for long, ultimately didn’t have the heart for it.

Smith opened his mouth, feeling conflicuted about the experiment using civilians.

"I just want to know the properties of Red Mist, how long it takes for the Red Mist to trigger people’s berserk..." Wang Hao took a deep breath, gazing at the Glutton wandering not far away, "It won’t endanger their lives."

"Alright, I’ll help you with the experiment." Chen Xinyi steadied herself and took another deep breath, "We’ll drive a car to the edge of Red Mist, okay?"

For some reason, she suddenly found peace, as if filled with spiritual power.

Although the source of this spiritual power was somewhat abnormal...

Would the sky fall down?

What exactly is the thinking of "Game"?

In front of some Evil Gods, human rationality is useless. They can easily penetrate human minds, triggering certain desires.

They even play with human thoughts at the clap of their hands.

Many who have encountered Evil Gods think they are normal.

But the results are often tragic.

Moreover, the "Game" is a true Demon God.

"I must be crazy."

Miss Chen felt a bit like crying, a bit like laughing, and even a tiny bit of slight resentment inside.

So the main character of this game isn’t me...

...

Looking at the game time, there were still over five hours left.

Five hours was enough; the game completion needed to be promoted.

Wang Hao said, "Then let’s act quickly; first, let these creatures devour each other in pairs to clear a safe survival area."

"The two of you continue in the tall buildings, watching the route of the Gluttons as I lure them with food; those willing to enter the Red Mist for the experiment can start as well."

"Understood!"

...

The next hour and a half went quite smoothly.

The known killing rule of the "Glutton," with simple wisdom modes and massive behavioral loopholes, were like marionettes.

Wang Hao no longer felt any fear. He even felt like he was back in the days playing World of Warcraft, specializing as a taunting monster MT.

As long as he brought these Gluttons together, they would argue among themselves—there couldn’t be an easier game content than this.

And the other two gradually familiarized themselves with their roles, overcoming their fear.

Indeed as expected, these "Gluttons" would stop eating after devouring each other to a certain level, feeling an impulse to move deeper into the Red Mist.

It seemed as if some mysterious force was controlling them, drawing them deeper into the Red Mist.

"Gurgle!"

A dull swallowing sound echoed.

One of the Gluttons on site was devouring another with gusto, reminiscent of the term "swallow whole"—it swallowed without even chewing.

Almost immediately after, its belly swelled up significantly.

It seemed to have an infinite digestive ability, completely immune to rotten food, plastics, wood, and toxic substances.

"Such unreasonable creatures."

Wang Hao observed from a distance, pondering, "But even if I find the Blood Demon’s true body, how should I kill it? Rune Blade, Holy Water Talisman?"

He faintly felt that this question was very important.

But after a long thought, he couldn’t figure out a reason.

"What do you think, why do they head deeper into the Red Mist?" Unable to figure it out himself, Wang Hao could only try to inquire, "Another question, even if I find its true body, how can I kill a Subordinate Demon God?"

As long as they didn’t touch on crucial information about the "Blood Demon," such general conversation generally posed no problem.

Smith said, "Zhao, not every question can possibly be answered. After all, beings of Idealism are unreasonable; they have superficial logic but lack deep logic."

"Superficial logic is the type of logical processes used in daily life, like needing to eat when hungry and drink when thirsty; whereas deep logic is the scientific way of thinking, many Idealistic species have a protein structure that is in total disarray and unlike normal life forms. It’s the emergence of Idealistic rules that has turned them into what they are."

"Thus, truly getting to the root and insight of everything is also somewhat impossible. Our understanding of Idealism rules is very limited, barely at the stage of drawing experience."

"As for how to kill a Subordinate Demon God? You can’t kill them, even if you find their true bodies, which is why I tried to stop you." He spread his hands hopelessly, "Truly impossible! This involves the concept of the depth of information, complicated to explain."

"Only World Level Strange Objects may potentially kill these oddities... This is the foundation of the major Supernatural Organizations around the world. If they come to our rescue, they will surely bring these items, but even that’s just a possibility."

"Ah, I see..." Wang Hao wasn’t disheartened; after all, a game couldn’t be unsolvable.

"What if we don’t kill it but just prevent it from surfacing?"

Smith said, "Preventing it from surfacing is much easier, just remove most of its anchor points."

"If its anchor is people, by killing all of them, breaking the connection, it will lose its anchor point and won’t be able to surface. A major purge is inevitable."