Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough-Chapter 27: The Third Game, Hell Mode—Demon Asylum!

“Hmm?”
Zhao Jiacheng, who had been lost in thought, was startled and snapped his head around, scaring the other person.
“His jaw is shattered? From the impact?”
“Oh.” The blue-clad woman in charge of clerical work responded and pulled out a stack of s.
“Not sure. That’s why it feels a little strange.”
“After all, his skull also has fractures, which is more normal. Based on the angle of impact, that makes sense.”
“But with that angle, his jaw shouldn’t have been hit.”
“Maybe there was some friction, or it was an old injury.”
“He’s out of life-threatening danger now. His name is Liu Peng. After an investigation, it’s confirmed that he is a Chosen’s Game player...”
Just as the secretary was about to continue ing, Zhao Jiacheng interrupted.
“Wait a minute!”
Frowning, he walked over, picked up the stack of X-ray films, and examined them repeatedly.
The secretary responsible for the investigation was stunned. He didn’t understand why Zhao Jiacheng was suddenly so interested in the injury.
“This level of bone fracture looks even more severe than the head trauma.”
“You have to consider that, at the time, this student’s body was already extremely strong—strong enough to crash through a wall.”
“Even though the skull is harder than the jaw, the difference in damage is still strange. What do you think could have caused it?”
As he asked, Zhao Jiacheng recalled the events from earlier that day.
Day and night cycle...
That guy had clearly lost his sanity for some reason, repeatedly muttering the same phrases.
Repeating them over and over meant that his jaw couldn’t have already been broken—it could only have happened during the impact!
“Maybe it was friction from the wall? Since he crashed straight through it,” the secretary guessed tentatively, assuming Zhao Jiacheng was simply concerned about the injury.
Zhao Jiacheng: ……
“Maybe.”
He didn’t refute, only murmured to himself, but in his mind, he kept replaying the scene from earlier, going over that high school student’s bizarre behavior.
……
Time passed quickly. After that unexpected incident, the weekend arrived, and the school took the chance to tighten its security measures.
Lu Ce lay quietly on his bed, waiting for the next game to begin.
The past two days had been nerve-wracking. He kept wondering if someone from that strange organization would come to investigate him or if the family of the student he had instantly taken down would cause trouble.
Luckily, nothing had happened.
【Time until the next game begins: 00:58:43.】
The final hour.
At this moment, he was on a phone call with Xie Antong, discussing the upcoming game.
Xie Antong: “I don’t know how you did it yesterday, but I assume your strength isn’t weak.”
“But no matter what, this game is too dangerous. I strongly suggest you buy an Exit Token before entering.”
Lu Ce typed back: “Got it. Are you playing this round too?”
“Mm.” A short reply. “Let’s play separately for now. If there’s a chance later, we can add each other as friends.”
“Also, just a heads-up—the in-game clothing is standardized, but according to my intel, underwear can be brought in directly.”
“So… you might want to see if you can bring other things in from the real world.”
Reading the message, Lu Ce was surprised. He had never heard of this before. Just what kind of special connections did his deskmate have?
Sigh, having a background is nice. Unlike me, who has no choice but to rely on cheats...
After thanking her, he held onto the information and lay in his small room, staring at the ceiling.
He wondered if Xie Antong was trustworthy. If they were to cooperate, he would have to reveal his #1 ranking.
But her family background was clearly not simple. Could this really be settled with just trust?
As he thought about it, feeling the passage of time, he pulled a golden name card from his school uniform pocket.
It was from Zhao Jiacheng, who had told him to “call when he felt he should.”
He glanced at the department name—something he had never heard of—then flipped it over to look at Zhao Jiacheng’s contact info.
After a brief moment of thought…
He stuffed the name card into his underwear.
Sorry, Mr. Zhao Jiacheng! You’ll have to keep my buddy company for a while.
Since Xie Antong mentioned testing whether items could be brought in, and he had nothing else suitable, he might as well use this.
Hmm, fits just right!
Taking a deep breath, he organized his backpack, packed up his achievements and various healing potions, and waited for the voice he had been anticipating.
For some reason, this voice always ignited his excitement.
【Please make the necessary preparations in advance.】
【Please choose to enter as a Spectator or a Player.】
“Player!”
【Welcome, Player. You have a brief period to prepare…】
【Reward Points: 12,400】
【Pain Points: 6】
【Strength: 24】
【Agility: 10】
【Speed: 10】
【Luck: 3】
【Spirit: 1】
【Bonus Achievements: Godslayer (Legendary); System Exploiter (Epic)】
……
【Game initialized. Preparing to begin!】
【Welcome to Chosen’s Paradise!】
The same dizziness, the same vertigo—but this time, Lu Ce had already adapted.
—It felt like coming home.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dim, empty room. The air was damp and moldy, and the hygiene conditions seemed poor.
His body swayed slightly, but his feet were firmly on the ground—not like last time, when he had been suspended in midair.
Lu Ce felt a bit disappointed.
Why didn’t it feel as thrilling as last time? At least before, he had been hanging in the air with a chance to saw off his own leg.
He touched his face. The mask was already in place, fitting perfectly.
There were several other players around him, but before he could take a good look at them, a sound rang out—one that he found incredibly satisfying.
【Welcome, players, to Hell Mode of the Chosen’s Game—Demon Asylum.】
At the same time as the mechanical voice spoke, the sound of grinding gears echoed. A treaded robot rolled out from the corner.
Upon hearing this voice, all the players’ expressions changed dramatically, their faces turning grim.
They were no longer beginners. They already understood the terror of Hell Mode.
How unlucky—this was only their second game, and they had already run into something like this.
But beneath Lu Ce’s mask, his lips curled into a satisfied smile.
Hell Mode?
Now this… this really felt like home!