Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough-Chapter 30: Patient Sedation Meal, Are You Gonna Eat It?

“Hmm?”
Lu Ce saw the other person approaching and instinctively flipped his wrist, turning the card in his hand face down. He shot the man a wary glance.
“Cut the crap, we’re on the same side. Time’s running out. Which division are you from?”
“Me?” Lu Ce raised his head slightly and thought for a moment. “I’m from the Senior High Division.”
Jiu Tian: ?
The f*** do you mean "High School Division"?!
“What kind of nonsense is that?! What the hell are you talking about?”
Jiu Tian was completely dumbfounded. Seeing that there were only three minutes left, he was starting to panic.
Why was his colleague still acting like this? Did he look that untrustworthy?!
Sure, their origins might be scattered across different places, but they were still part of the Official Organization—wasn’t that enough reason to trust each other?
“Dude, hurry up. I already saw your name card. I’m Jiu Tian, from K City, Jianghai Province. I didn’t bring my card!”
“Besides, do we even need to use these anymore? Look at my clothes!” He tugged at the red fabric of his outfit. “Why aren’t you wearing the uniform? Turned it into a Red Mask instead? The rules in your division are pretty unusual, huh.”
“Oh right, your Livestream should have our people watching. Just have them check my identity.”
Lu Ce figured the guy must have misunderstood something and continued talking nonsense: “You look pretty old. How could we be in the same division? You’re still in high school?”
“Are you the Director of the Political Education Office?”
Jiu Tian: ?
He was done.
His fists clenched—hard.
What the hell was wrong with this guy?! No sense of organization, no discipline at all!
【Jiu Tian, based on our records, there is indeed a Perfect Completion Player in our organization.】
【However, there’s no record of anyone matching this mask type. Try engaging in more conversation.】
A message popped up in Jiu Tian’s Livestream Footage, a reminder from the support staff.
Jiu Tian suppressed his growing urge to punch someone. Keeping his expression cold, he lowered his voice and said:
“Comrade, I don’t know what you’re planning.”
“But you mentioned my uniform earlier and deliberately showed your name card. Clearly, you were trying to get my attention.”
“So… do you have something to say?”
Lu Ce scratched his head. “Now that you mention it, I think I’m kinda hungry. Weird.”
Who asked you that?!
Jiu Tian turned away immediately, throwing out a quick “Take care of yourself” before deciding to ignore him completely.
Bye-bye, man!
Turning to the staff in his Livestream, he said, “Hurry up and check which department this guy belongs to. Is he out of his damn mind?!”
“This is a Hell Mode Game! How the hell can he be messing around?!”
【Reminder to all players: You should leave this room before time runs out.】
The Countdown had already reached one minute. The door had opened, revealing a pitch-black corridor stretching forward like an abyss.
No one wanted to ignore the system’s warnings. In Hell Mode, you never knew when an instant death condition might trigger.
The foreigner Kirk was the first to step out, his back exuding an air of cold arrogance.
Big Guy frowned at his retreating figure. “Tch, what a show-off.” Then, he followed suit.
Jiu Tian and the woman left as well.
Lu Ce, true to his usual antics, stepped out at the last second—then stuck his head back inside, just to see what would happen.
BANG!
The door slammed shut, smacking him right out. A mask-shaped imprint even appeared on the surface.
Jiu Tian, who had been keeping an eye on this “colleague” from the corner of his eye, silently turned his head away.
He felt like he couldn’t handle this anymore.
Beyond the closed door was a long corridor, curving slightly to the left. About a hundred meters ahead, the darkness swallowed everything from view.
On either side of the hallway, large iron doors lined the walls at regular intervals. They were pitch-black, silent—like cages holding wild beasts.
No sound came from within.
This was probably where the “Patients” were kept.
Jiu Tian ran his hand along the curved wall, calculating the distance ahead as he strode forward.
Before making any serious moves, he wanted to get a clear grasp of the layout and basic structure of this place.
“No stairs leading up or down. It should be a single-floor structure—unless there are hidden doors.”
“With this curvature, it might be a circular building…”
His voice echoed in the eerie silence. He wasn’t keeping his thoughts to himself—he shared them decisively with everyone.
Just then, the Game System announced:
【Breakfast time: 30 minutes.】
【Mealtime is part of the Game Task. During this period, Players must enter a Patient’s room.】
【If you leave, you must return quickly. Staying too long in the hallway will lead to unfortunate consequences.】
CLANK! CLANK!
As the announcement ended, hidden compartments beneath each door opened, revealing metal trays that had been delivered from… somewhere.
Immediately, an overwhelming, sickening stench filled the air.
Under the dim strip lighting, each tray held a large can of slimy, unidentifiable sludge—so unappetizing that it was hard to believe it was meant to be food.
You couldn’t even tell what was inside. There were bits of bone and shreds of membrane floating in the mush.
Beside the can, a small dish of white pills sat neatly on the tray.
A label was attached to the tray:
“Patients are mentally unstable. Sedative medication has been mixed into their food. You may attempt communication.”
“This place looks more like a psychiatric hospital,” Jiu Tian murmured.
“F***!” Big Guy cursed. “This crap is supposed to be food? No wonder the Patients are crazy, eating this sh** would mess up anyone’s mind.”
Is it really that bad?
Lu Ce stared at the trays on the ground.
Why did it look… kinda delicious?
The Gluttony Mask maximized his hunger drive, completely suppressing any rational judgment.
A red warning light started flashing, urging Players to enter their designated Game Instance Rooms.
No time to think. Lu Ce randomly picked a door, grabbed a tray, and stepped inside.
The room was nothing like the corridor outside—it was filthy. Stains covered the walls, some even resembling blood smears.
But the lights were blindingly bright, on 24/7.
In the corner, a gaunt, ghostly man crouched, shackled in High-Grade Alloy Handcuffs and foot restraints.
The moment Lu Ce stepped in, the man glared at the tray in his hands with pure hatred.
“Time to eat. Looks like breakfast, I think? Don’t really remember. A feast, my friend. Look at you—you’re practically skin and bones.”
“Do you want some?”
The room was completely barren—no furniture at all.
Lu Ce glanced around before casually sitting on the floor, setting the tray down beside him.
“Want some?” A hoarse, grinding voice came from the Patient’s throat, filled with fury.
“Of course not! You little newbie—feast? Feast, my ass! If it's so damn delicious, why don’t you eat it yourself? Let me tell you, don’t get cocky—”
Before he could finish, Lu Ce’s eyes lit up.
“Really? Thanks, man!”
And with that, he grabbed the sludge can and chugged it down.
Patient: ?