Super Righteous Player
Chapter 508 - 49 Sporogenesis Mill_1

Chapter 508: Chapter 49 Sporogenesis Mill_1

...What’s happening?

The Machine was still somewhat bewildered.

That moment just now had left his brain completely blank.

His brain had suddenly ground to a halt—just like a sudden blackout and shutdown—halted some of his thought processes. The Machine stared blankly at the plush bear.

——And at the toy knife in the plush bear’s hands.

"Do you have an answer?"

As the expression of the plush bear transformed into a -v-, she issued her bell-like voice again, "If you give me the victim’s name, I’ll tell you the secret of how to be saved."

"The victim’s name..."

The Machine murmured to himself.

His gaze gradually focused on the toy knife in the plush bear’s hands.

He looked up at the plush bear.

He asked softly, "Is it you..."

"Alice?"

"It’s me! Correct! You got it right!"

The little bear giggled, raising her hands in cheer.

"Now for the way to be saved!"

"What is it?"

"It’s the liver~"

The little bear’s voice was sickeningly sweet, "The antidote to the poison is the liver...

"——Do you believe it?"

With the toy knife in her hand, she chopped off The Machine’s limbs in a few strokes.

But strangely, each chop did not result in any bleeding.

Instead, with each chop, The Machine’s torso went limp and deflated quite a bit.

After four chops, The Machine’s body had become torn and ratty like the plush bear on the bed before.

"——"

He opened his mouth, but couldn’t speak.

The Machine’s vision darkened, and he was once again in front of the Sporogenesis Mill.

Two new statuses appeared before his eyes:

[Limb Amputation: Your limbs have been severed.]

[Liver Missing: Your liver has been stolen.]

The Machine felt a sticky sensation on his shoulder.

He touched it and found a red line emerging on his shoulder.

It was as if the cut limbs had been hastily stuck back together.

With every movement, he felt the sensations in his legs fade away gradually; similarly, every time he tried to pick something up, like pushing a door open, The Machine felt his right hand weaken somewhat.

The Machine quickly figured it out.

...Was this limiting the number of steps and investigation attempts?

This was, after all, a common tactic in pixel puzzle games.

Like taking something from a room ablaze with flames or walking across a poison pool wearing crystal shoes.

If there were such settings, then something must be hidden.

Was there a branch in the storyline?

But regardless, steps could not be wasted.

The Machine thought to himself.

From the reactions of the barrage before, although he couldn’t see the comments, the live-stream probably hadn’t been cut off. In other words, the main goal of "leaving behind a recording" could still be achieved.

What he had to do then was to test out the traps.

——Therefore, death was not to be feared.

This time he didn’t approach the shovel in the corner.

Instead, he headed towards the bottom of the stairs.

He saw a few bags of flour piled on top of each other.

Atop the highest bag of flour, some strange mushrooms had grown.

...The Machine had never seen such mushrooms before.

It appeared to be dark green in color.

But upon closer inspection, it looked more like a transparent epidermis, beneath which lay a dark green liquid. That transparent skin, resembling dehydrated and cracked flesh, formed white, net-like patterns as though it was about to rupture any second.

"Mushrooms..."

Sit Dark Fist murmured thoughtfully.

He walked up to the front of the staircase.

On the hollowed-out wooden staircase, mushrooms also sprouted sparsely. They spread upward in a line, most densely on the stair where the sack of flour was, becoming fewer and further apart as the stairs ascended.

—It was blood.

Sit Dark Fist quickly realized the truth.

The scene was well replicated this time.

There must have been someone here who suddenly got injured and bled profusely... and then they walked up the stairs. The blood they spilled, for some reason, gave rise to strange mushrooms.

Sit Dark Fist continued up the stairs.

He could have easily leaped over the two steps covered with mushrooms—though his limbs were broken, the meat soup he drank at the Three Bears’ home allowed him to jump several steps in this condition.

But after all, not everyone could walk the same path as him.

As the pathfinder, Sit Dark Fist didn’t avoid the mushrooms.

He stepped right over them.

The mushrooms burst with a disgusting sound. It was as if he had squashed a segment of intestines, spraying a dark green aromatic liquid.

Sit Dark Fist suddenly came to a realization.

The "mushroom scent" he had smelled outside the mill emanated from these very mushrooms!

Without hesitation, he followed the trail of mushrooms painted on the floor, heading towards the second floor.

The space on the second floor was much more cramped compared to the first.

There was no spacious hall, just two residential rooms, a narrow utility room, and a bathroom. At the end of the corridor was a wooden wall that had been smashed open.

Below this wooden wall, one could see a square chute-like opening. It seemed to be used for dumping black mushrooms... and behind the wooden wall was a buzzing, spinning gear machine.

Huge gears roared as they spun.

Sit Dark Fist was about to go over to have a look.

But he suddenly felt an itch on his lower leg.

He bent down and scratched it subconsciously.

However, he quickly realized something.

He lifted his arm to take a closer look.

After using up a "search" attempt, Sit Dark Fist realized that his forearm skin had developed small, spotted water blisters.

Was it because he had walked over those mushrooms?

Or was it because he had burst them... and moreover, he was[missing a liver]?

Then, if he had drunk that cold "hodgepodge soup" in the Three Bears’ room, wouldn’t he have become immune to these mushrooms’ effects?

And what if he had drunk the bone soup?

...Would he then not have been "amputated"?

"I see..."

Sit Dark Fist muttered to himself.

—He finally understood.

The scenes in the previous "corridors" might have been about acquiring certain abilities or providing certain buffs to combat the various traps in The Sporogenesis Mill...

But those people, if they hadn’t entered the Three Bears’ room—logically, shouldn’t have had their limbs severed, should they?

Or was it that different ends of the corridors brought about different debuffs?

And based on different choices made in the corridor rooms early on, the state upon entering the mill was evidently different...

Just as Sit Dark Fist pondered this,

his left arm had noticeably begun to swell.

The itching feeling gradually turned into numbness and throbbing, and the skin beneath the blisters had completely lost sensation.

"...Is this time limited?"

Sit Dark Fist whispered softly to himself.

The next moment, his left arm burst open.

And he was reborn in front of the mill once again.

—He had died once more.

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