Clown Game
Chapter 363 - 350: Infinite

Chapter 363: Chapter 350: Infinite

The drunkard heard the noise and hurriedly pulled on the door’s turning wheel, dragging open this several-meter-tall door and incidentally discovered that its thickness was as long as a person. It seemed that any idea of forcefully entering the containment area was indeed pure fantasy.

But the Locksmith wouldn’t care about these things... As long as it was a "door," or anything he perceived as something that could "let you in and out," it could be "opened." This was a cognitive ability. For example, at the "Polar Research Institute," he had been asked to open a door for an experiment. This door was just a regular door set into a wall... Of course, the Locksmith easily opened it.

But in reality, there wasn’t even a door or a wall there. It was a piece of incredibly tough steel made to look like a wall with a door carved onto it—it was solid through and through. Even what looked like hinges and a door frame were just painted on, the only exception being the lock cylinder inserted in it. But since the Locksmith didn’t know beforehand, he opened it... In other words, as long as he believed something to be a door, then that "door" could be opened.

This was why he was classified as an "S" level containment item.

Some might wonder, the Locksmith’s ability is indeed powerful, but compared to "Dark Realm," an Anomalous Phenomenon that keeps expanding until it can destroy the world, doesn’t it seem a bit trivial? No matter how flowery the language, it’s just opening a door, so why has it been rated at S level?

This leads to the Foundation’s classification standards. In fact, all satellites or anomaly detection devices are merely instruments capable of detecting "inharmonious" fluctuations. Only those in the "Research and Development Department" could clearly explain how they work. In short, the more something deviated from the rules of this world, the higher its classification... Hence, relying solely on detection to determine classification is highly inaccurate. Take the Locksmith, for example. When he was first discovered, he was merely a C-level human-shaped containment item, casually thrown into an "Asian Sector" containment chamber, even occasionally let out to make keys for the maintenance staff.

But later, after several ability tests, someone finally noticed something fishy. In fact, the terrifying aspect was not the door, but rather what lay beyond the door.

Imagine if you gave him a lock to make a key for, and then threw the locked door into a volcano, the ocean, or even strapped it to spacecraft and tossed it into space. What would be the consequences? Opening a door, one could expose the environment of space to the atmosphere within... Destroying Earth, in the Locksmith’s eyes, was just a matter of making a few more keys.

Even more strategic implications exist. For example, human interstellar voyages: just build a door big enough to accommodate a spaceship, let the first ship carrying the door voyage far enough and then open the door, and the next ship could pass through and continue sailing. In fact, ships aren’t even necessary; just make a door, put a few boosters on it, and let it fly out on its own... This way, it’s almost possible to achieve theoretically unlimited distance interstellar travel. Even if human labor is necessary, simply opening a small door on the spacecraft would suffice: astronauts could have breakfast at home, play a few games, cuddle with their spouse, then open a door and record some data 200 light-years away, quickly enough to return and watch cartoons with their child...

There’s also the notion of human planetary relocation, or setting two doors vertically to achieve an "Gravity Cycle" for infinite loop acceleration, and even conducting experiments that simulate speeds exceeding that of light. These ideas are incredibly terrifying and awe-inspiring. And the most chilling thought is... The Locksmith didn’t have to use the keys himself; he could make them for anyone to use...

Thus, the Locksmith’s classification steadily soared. The more experiments conducted, the more apparent his horrifying nature became, until at last, he was contained beneath the glaciers of the far North.

Now that we have spoken about the Locksmith, let’s turn our gaze to the postman who just left.

While the group was opening the containment room’s door in a ’childishly stubborn’ manner, the postman had already blinked several times and arrived at the hallway that the escaped individuals had just passed... To his shock, the corridor in front of him was already filled with countless bodies piled high. Blood was continuously flowing from the gaps between the bodies, pooling into an ever-rippling puddle of blood.

The postman furrowed his brows; even though he had mingled among The Splitters for so long and had grown accustomed to bloody scenes, the sight in front of him was still extremely unsettling because... upon closer inspection, all of these stacked bodies looked exactly the same.

Regardless, it was clear that Lin Fan was definitely in some kind of trouble. So the postman quickly rushed to the front of the pile of bodies and began frantically pulling them apart.

There was no helping it; normally, he could have simply thought it and appeared on the other side of the pile of bodies, but the special building materials used by the Foundation greatly diminished his ability, restricting him to move only to places within his line of sight. Hence, the postman had no choice but to exert all his strength to dismantle the pile before he could get past.

...

At this very moment, on the other side of the mountain of corpses, Lin Fan was leaning against the wall, his hands clutching a weapon, shaking uncontrollably. His body was already soaked with blood, making him look incredibly haggard, but the blood was not his own.

"Huff, huff..." He took a few deep breaths, warily watching Ziliang in front of him, and once again summoned the strength to stand up.

"Ah? You’re coming again?" Ziliang kicked away one of his own corpses at his feet, "This place is so small; if you keep killing me, you might end up squashing yourself to death." He said this and then immediately made a disgustingly hideous expression, "Just thinking about so many of ’me’ squeezed up against you, flesh against flesh, ew~~ It’s really disgusting."

No sooner had he spoken than a spike was once again thrust into his brain.

This guy... He was really too annoying, constantly blabbering with his foul mouth. Despite looking so run-down, he never stopped irritating others with his words, and his tone was particularly grating. It was as if mere presence was a provocation, making you want to hit him... But then again, his physical capabilities were comparable to an average D-level staff member, so for nearly an hour, Lin Fan had been killing him incessantly.

However, after each death, the guy would immediately reappear somewhere else, unaffected by any injury. Moreover, this person seemed able to kill himself, though Lin Fan still didn’t understand how he accomplished this. There were several instances when Lin Fan had already bypassed him, but then "snap," he would die and reappear right in front of him...

Ziliang was like a piece of gum that couldn’t be torn or smashed, irritating enough to make you tear your hair out, yet there was nothing you could do about it... And so, he stubbornly kept Lin Fan there.