Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough-Chapter 25: Unconventional Communication, Scared Stiff?

Hoo.
Letting out a long breath, Lu Ce slowly turned around and looked at the mindless giant in front of him.
It was called a giant, but Lu Ce didn’t feel any sense of oppression from the other party. In terms of strength, it was far inferior to himself.
The other party was more like a pawn, released by someone behind the scenes to send some kind of signal.
Why did it set its sights on me? Did I expose myself?
If even Xie Antong couldn’t recognize the difference between me and my in-game persona, I don’t think I would be exposed this quickly.
Seems like there’s still something I don’t know…
But…
Lu Ce slightly twisted his wrist, feeling the explosive power coursing through his body, and muttered under his breath:
"Why do you insist on seeking death…?"
In such a huge school, you just had to fixate on the one person who could squash you like a bug?
The only troublesome issue was that this mini Hulk’s appearance had already caused a commotion. It was likely to hit the news headlines soon and become a major social incident.
If I really get involved and take him down, getting out of this mess might be difficult.
"Aren't you going to say something? Just standing there?"
Strength was the greatest confidence booster. Lu Ce wasn’t nervous at all. He turned casually and looked at the other party as he spoke.
"The sun and moon rotate, cycles repeat…"
"I’m not f***ing asking you to say that…" Lu Ce was speechless.
He could tell that the guy had completely lost his mind. Judging by the situation, he was probably being used by someone.
So, the real problem must be that so-called "Tiandihui" organization.
At this moment, the corridor and stairway a dozen meters away were packed with teachers and students, all anxiously watching the scene.
Many were holding up their phones, their expressions filled with shock and fear, but they still didn’t forget to take pictures.
Seeing Lu Ce "cornered" with the frenzied giant looming before him, everyone thought he was in mortal danger.
"Run, bro! You just gonna stand there and wait to die?"
"Hold up! Don’t make any sudden moves and provoke him!"
"……"
Various shouts erupted from the crowd, each offering different—often contradictory—advice.
In the corner, the dean’s phone was practically overheating from constant calls, and he looked extremely flustered.
Xie Antong also looked at Lu Ce with concern. She could tell that he had deliberately separated from the group and positioned himself in the corner, but she wasn’t sure if he truly had the ability to handle this.
Even a player who had cleared the game—could they really manage this?
Lu Ce took in the reactions of the crowd.
Suddenly, at the far end of the corridor, someone who was clearly dressed differently from the rest pushed through.
The man was wearing a red uniform, belonging to some unknown department. His physique was lean and capable.
As soon as he appeared, the dean immediately rushed over, as if he had found his pillar of support.
Then, Lu Ce heard a voice in his ear.
"Student, don’t be afraid. Stay calm. Don’t provoke him!"
"I’m Zhao Jiacheng, from a government-affiliated department."
Lu Ce: ?
It was obvious that the voice hadn’t come from the crowd but had reached his ears directly—like the sound transmission technique from wuxia novels.
—Special ability. A player!
The first thing that popped into Lu Ce’s mind was this, and he immediately looked up at the man in the red uniform.
Lu Ce was certain—it was him!
The man met Lu Ce’s gaze, made an "OK" gesture with his hand, and continued transmitting his voice:
"Don’t panic, I’ll help you. Just don’t provoke him or make any sudden movements!"
"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you stay safe! Relax a little."
In truth, Zhao Jiacheng wasn’t completely confident either, but he had no choice. He was worried that Lu Ce, as a student, might mentally break down, so he had to keep him calm first.
Lu Ce said, "OK, no problem."
Zhao Jiacheng could use voice transmission, but Lu Ce couldn’t—so he just said it out loud and even gave an "OK" gesture toward Zhao Jiacheng in the crowd.
In an instant, a large number of teachers and students turned around, suspiciously staring at Zhao Jiacheng.
Zhao Jiacheng broke out in a cold sweat.
Ancestor! Why the f*** did you say it out loud!?
I told you to relax, not to be this relaxed! Do you not realize you’re still in mortal danger!?
The game has barely started, and even Zhao Jiacheng had no experience dealing with a sudden incident like this.
Luckily, the crazed giant Zhao Peng had already lost his mind and didn’t register Lu Ce’s words as strange.
Zhao Jiacheng forced an awkward smile and started persuading.
"Liu Peng, right? Can you hear me?"
"We hope you can calm down. If you have any requests or difficulties, just tell us. We’re…"
Listening to these words that were all too familiar, Lu Ce smirked.
This classic cop negotiation style straight out of Hong Kong movies—why is it still in use?
How the hell is this supposed to work?
The guy’s obviously brain-dead!
"The sun and moon rotate, cycles repeat."
The other party kept repeating the same thing, like a giant broken record.
"The Chosen descend, the world unites!"
"I never said the world can’t unite. Why the hell are you repeating that to me?" Lu Ce was starting to get annoyed.
"The world belongs to Tiandihui!"
"Sure, sure. If you say it does, then it does. I never said it didn’t. So what exactly do you want?"
Lu Ce attempted to communicate with the idiot.
"The sun and moon rotate…"
Clearly, communication failed. The idiot kept repeating himself.
Zhao Jiacheng’s attempts to negotiate were completely ineffective. Seeing the two in the middle of the scene chatting so "happily," he grew more and more anxious.
Bro, do you even realize how serious this situation is?
"Don’t provoke him!" Zhao Jiacheng sent another transmission to Lu Ce.
But Lu Ce had already decided not to waste any more time. The guy was obviously brainless—stalling wouldn’t achieve anything.
Might as well test the waters.
"Tiandihui is trash!"
In an instant, Zhao Peng jerked his head up, his eyes blazing red, and his killing intent locked onto Lu Ce, who had dared to insult Tiandihui.
Alright, now it’s confirmed—it’s definitely Tiandihui’s doing, Lu Ce thought.
"No!"
The moment the words left Lu Ce’s mouth, Zhao Jiacheng shouted in panic. But it was too late.
A violent gust of wind erupted, the tiles beneath them shattered, and Zhao Peng’s massive body charged toward Lu Ce like a runaway freight train.
At that moment, Lu Ce stood there like he was scared stiff, motionless.
Zhao Jiacheng lunged forward, but the moment he took action, he already knew—he was too late.
Sh*t!
Lu Ce stood in a relaxed posture. As the giant’s massive form loomed over him, he suddenly lifted his head, a glint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
With a slight twist of his body, he dodged the heavy blow.
Then, his left hand shot out like lightning, thumb and index finger clamping down on the giant’s chin!
Crack!!