Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!
Chapter 623: Reality, This Hell

Chapter 623: Chapter 623: Reality, This Hell

All the people who went out were overpowered, and subsequent security guards orderly carried them away to the seventh floor and began to herd all the players back to the wards.

In the meantime, some players, disbelieving, repeatedly tried to use their items and verify their powers, but the items were ineffective. To others, it looked like someone standing there making strange, unintelligible movements... like a madman.

"Impossible!" a female player exclaimed, clutching her hair, "The instance wouldn’t actually take away our player abilities, so I must be in a delusion right now. Since it’s a delusion, I should be able to break it, so why isn’t it working? Why isn’t it working!"

After speaking, she slapped herself twice. When that had no effect, she charged to the nurse’s station, snatched a fruit knife, and stabbed it into her thigh!

The blood flowed so profusely it looked painful even to watch, but it still seemed ineffective. The female player, restrained by a nurse, couldn’t help but scream, "I have a Self-Healing Potion, I’m a player, I won’t die! Why can’t I open my personal panel!"

"She’s really crazy," a player walking by the door commented. He had his hands in the pockets of his hospital clothes and watched the woman with a smile, "Definitely didn’t take her medicine."

The two standing next to him looked at him simultaneously, but he continued obliviously, "Take a couple more pills and you’ll become normal like me."

His calm tone seemed to recount a horrifying fact.

"I can’t take this anymore." Wen Xuelin rubbed her arms, "Everyone I see looks abnormal to me now!"

The scariest thing was that most of them were never alone, having been in groups of two or three since they entered the instance, but now found themselves in such an uneven situation. This meant that the instance was subtly affecting them all along, and through means they couldn’t discern at all!

The Cannibal Player who had gone upstairs for treatment came back down. He handed a slip of paper to the head nurse, "The doctor said my condition has improved, and he’s allowing me to see my family."

The head nurse showed a sincere smile, "That’s great news. Let me register you. You should be able to see them by the afternoon. You just need to cooperate with the doctors, your family cares about you very much and has been frequently calling to see how you’re doing."

The man seemed excited, nodding eagerly, "I will definitely do as the doctor instructs."

After registering him, the head nurse let him go. No sooner had that player walked away than he was stopped by a player with scars, who slung an arm around him and led him to a corner of the corridor. The others were not too close, nor too far away; it seemed like one could hear their conversation yet not quite make it out.

Gu Yu and others retreated and saw a trace of solemnity in each other’s eyes.

Their hearing also seemed to have deteriorated.

"We can’t drag this out any longer, let’s go find a doctor."

After saying this, they headed upstairs. As it turned out, many others had the same idea, and in a moment, everyone was racing each other to the third floor.

With only a few offices and a limited number of doctors, arriving late meant possibly not finding a doctor. With every additional minute in the instance posing unforeseen dangers, naturally everyone wanted to be at the front.

The doctors in the offices weren’t turning anyone away, and the moment the door closed behind them, nothing could be heard from the outside, leaving those who wanted to observe the situation powerless.

The player with scars also entered a ward. The doctor, wearing a white coat, sat behind the desk and beckoned him, "Have a seat first."

The player with scars saw the doctor writing on the page below in the medical record: "Mental state still unstable, discharge not advisable yet."

"Snap!" The medical record book closed. The doctor put the book aside and, with a smile, asked him, "How are you feeling today? Still experiencing auditory hallucinations?"

The Scarred Player was unclear about what constituted auditory hallucinations and simply asked, "Doctor, how do I go about getting discharged?"

Xu Huo smiled as he looked at him, "You can be discharged once your condition improves. Your illness isn’t serious. Just relax, get good treatment, and you should recover before long."

The Scarred Player clutched the wooden handle with one hand, his hand’s veins twitched, but quickly smoothed out again. He looked at Xu Huo with a beaming smile, "Doctor, I want to be discharged today."

Of course, Xu Huo saw the imprint of his fingers on the handle that he had squeezed, and immediately noted it down in the medical record.

The advantage of psychiatric copies lies in their influence on people’s minds, however, their major flaw is that some individuals with firm willpower are difficult to disturb.

This was also a good sample.

He placed the "Murmur Sphere" in the drawer he had pulled open below and continued, "Let’s do a test then, shall we? If you pass the test, you can be immediately discharged."

The Scarred Player snatched the medical record from his hand, answered the test questions himself, and even boldly added "permitted to discharge" at the end.

However, after finishing, he did not get the notification that he passed, so he threw the medical record back, "You write it."

Xu Huo smiled, "That doesn’t comply with the hospital’s standard procedures. Even if I write it, you won’t be discharged."

"I say I can leave, and I can leave!" the Scarred Player burst out from his seat and swung a punch at his face.

Xu Huo didn’t dodge or avoid it, but the punch stopped two inches from his face. The Scarred Player was shocked and angry to find two straps had appeared on his arm; the elastic straps yanked him back, nearly toppling the chair.

Then he saw Xu Huo take out a controller and press it, causing iron cuffs to pop out of the chair, completely trapping him in place!

"This isn’t real!" The Scarred Player had surveyed the hospital building from outside before the copy started; it was an abandoned building with mostly dilapidated fixtures, and it didn’t have this kind of chair!

"Seeing is believing. Can you not be sure about things you see with your own eyes?" Xu Huo professionally made a note in the medical record, "It seems your delusional disorder hasn’t improved."

The Scarred Player’s eyes turned fierce, but he was helpless against Xu Huo and attempted to wake himself up through self-harm. He slashed his palm with the Ring Little Knife, but the pain didn’t pull him out of the illusion; instead, it dragged him deeper. What was initially a normal wound now bled like a severed artery.

Drip-drip sounds continuously came from the floor as the Scarred Player heard the doctor opposite him say, "Suicidal tendencies, this makes it even more impossible for you to be discharged."

"Fuck you..." The Scarred Player began to curse, but then another dripping sound joined the others; he looked down to see an extra wound on his left wrist!

"Drip! Drip!"

The sounds of blood flowing overlapped, and in just a few minutes, the area around the chair was covered in blood. His body inexplicably accumulated numerous wounds, all bleeding uncontrollably!

"Save me! Save me!" The Scarred Player, his face pale, pleaded with Xu Huo for help.

However, Xu Huo just shook his head at him, smiling and said, "Caught in an illusion you can’t extricate yourself from, you’re really seriously ill."