Translator: Sigma Editor: Sigma
Feng Bujue was lucky that SCP-173 kept one chemical bottle. If he didn't find the bottle after killing this BOSS, he would have to visit the room in the second hallway one more time to search for it. Fortunately, it didn't happen. Not only did he find the quest related item, but his death also helped him save the time walking on the corridor. It was worth consuming two Contra Medals.
Feng Bujue didn't hurry to leave the scene after he had picked up the chemical bottle. He scooped down, groping through the debris on the ground to see if he could find any other rewards. Since he had a lot of black blood on his body, it wasn't a big deal if he got more stains. Moreover, he wasn't the kind of man who was afraid of getting dirty.
It couldn't be denied that this was his outstanding feature. Until now, Feng Bujue could always remain calm in face of unbearably disgusting things that ordinary people could never stand. For example, it could be a corpse, which had died three days and now had eggs from flies or the skunk lair inside of an old garbage heap, etc. They were all within his endurance limit. In fact, whenever he saw something more nauseating, this limit was expanded. In polite words, he had found the new upper bound of his tolerance. Generally speaking, his limit was refreshed…
Searching the broken corpse didn't take much of his time. One minute was enough to confirm that there was nothing else besides the item related to the quest.
Feng Bujue read the item's properties while walking through the door, entering the fan-shaped area.
[Name: Unidentified-ingredient Chemical Compound (B)]
[Type: Related to the plot.]
[Quality: Normal]
[Functions: One of the raw materials to synthesize a kind of antidote.]
[Being able to be brought out of the scenario: No]
[Remarks: Cannot be piled up with similar items.]
"Weird..." When Feng Bujue read the remarks, he had a problem… Currently, there were seven occupied slots in his bag. Those slots carried Mario's Pipe Wrench, Flashlight, Folding Stool of the Eighteen Bronze Statues (No.5), SCP-500 (19/20), Anti-gravity Launching Device, Contra Medal x 2, and Kill In One Shot pistol.
Now that he had the chemical bottle (B), it would be 8/10 occupied slots. According to the remarks, the three bottles A, C, D also took one slot for each.
Let alone the pockets in his clothes, which could carry things, once Feng Bujue acquire the last chemical bottle, his bag would already be full. Anyway, he didn't need to store the last bottle in his bag, because when he had the four bottles altogether, he could combine them into only one bottle. The embarrassing case where he didn't have room to store the chemical bottle wouldn't happen.
Although it would be just a coincidence, considering what Billy said about SPC-500 at the beginning of the scenario, Feng Bujue believed that the one who had designed this game knew his situation well. He was afraid that that one didn't only calculate the items in his bags, but also his skills, physique, equipment, etc.…
If the system did base on players' features to generate the scenarios, this 'game' would be tantamount to what the system had designed. And, Billy the Puppet had delivered the message on behalf of the system. Does it mean that… Billy himself has been instilled the concept that 'I've setup this game'?
That's why Feng Bujue saw nothing when using [Planned Victory From Thousand Miles Away]—this scenario didn't have a true BOSS as it only had a group of rules, one player, and some designated chess pieces…
After getting back to the fan-shaped hall, Feng Bujue turned around and looked at the second corridor. He was surprised seeing all the broken pieces of the monster's body, and its blood had disappeared into thin air. That section of the corridor had restored its original status, however, the bloodstains on his body remained.
"It's so…" Feng Bujue seemed to understand something, but he didn't linger there. At this moment, it was the 46th minute in his calculation. "If everything goes well, at the 65th minute, I will appear at the 41st minute of the cell time. Moreover, I should have three chemical bottles."
The average time was just right on schedule.
Feng Bujue thought while entering the fourth corridor and then started to dash forward as if he was flying. Although the Contra Medal had resurrected him, his Physical Value didn't recover to the full state. Even if he had the Dance of the Knight, his Physical Value started to be tight. Currently, it was 894/1800. Although it had just consumed half the bar, people who do long distance running would understand that it would be much harder at the later stage, not to mention that Feng Bujue was having a persistent sprint for long distance.
This scenario was merely a double mental and physical marathon. However, this race wasn't to spread out the spirit of sports, but a desperate game, which had already setup the path leading to death.
—
It was five minutes after he had got into the hallway and the door appeared ahead not far from him.
Feng Bujue suddenly recognized that he hadn't finished running through any passage. He had run only the first half of the third corridor and the second half of the second corridor. However, it was unknown whether the small room where the BOSS stayed was near to which end so he couldn't assume that it would stand in the middle of the way. Thus, even if he could know the length of the fourth corridor in a short while, still, he couldn't tell which corridor was the shortest.
"No wonder why that rabbit said it didn't know which passage is shorter," Feng Bujue told himself. "First of all, it has only walked through the first corridor. And second, when I appeared at the 41st minute, even if I have run through three corridors, I didn't know how long they are. If I knew, I would tell the rabbit."
He then glided in Sakamoto's style (1), elegantly approached the door, grabbed the knob and pushed it open.
It was a rusty iron gate, looking pretty much Saw's style. The room had the atmosphere of a gloomy, dark secret chamber. After he had opened the gate, the sound of some rotating shaft and gear echoed. This meant some mechanism had been triggered.
Feng Bujue didn't even think about leaving or escaping, as he knew 80% that it would be useless using something to keep the door open. And, there was nothing in his bag suitable to block the door. Flashlight and folding stool would be broken, and the wrench…in case it got broken… such loss like this…
Click.
The light was on, illuminating the whole room. A chain hung up an iron cage, which confined Billy the Puppet. Two black-and-red pupils were eyeing Feng Bujue through the bars.
The deep, hoarse voice also came out from the puppet's mouth timely. "Hello, Unidentified Mental Disorder. I want to play a game with you."
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(1) Haven't You Heard? I'm Sakamoto (坂本ですが? Sakamoto desu ga?, lit. "I'm Sakamoto, You Know?") is a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Nami Sano. The manga follows a high school student named Sakamoto, who has a reputation for being the "coolest" person among the entire student body.
Translator: Sigma Editor: Sigma
Feng Bujue was lucky that SCP-173 kept one chemical bottle. If he didn't find the bottle after killing this BOSS, he would have to visit the room in the second hallway one more time to search for it. Fortunately, it didn't happen. Not only did he find the quest related item, but his death also helped him save the time walking on the corridor. It was worth consuming two Contra Medals.
Feng Bujue didn't hurry to leave the scene after he had picked up the chemical bottle. He scooped down, groping through the debris on the ground to see if he could find any other rewards. Since he had a lot of black blood on his body, it wasn't a big deal if he got more stains. Moreover, he wasn't the kind of man who was afraid of getting dirty.
It couldn't be denied that this was his outstanding feature. Until now, Feng Bujue could always remain calm in face of unbearably disgusting things that ordinary people could never stand. For example, it could be a corpse, which had died three days and now had eggs from flies or the skunk lair inside of an old garbage heap, etc. They were all within his endurance limit. In fact, whenever he saw something more nauseating, this limit was expanded. In polite words, he had found the new upper bound of his tolerance. Generally speaking, his limit was refreshed…
Searching the broken corpse didn't take much of his time. One minute was enough to confirm that there was nothing else besides the item related to the quest.
Feng Bujue read the item's properties while walking through the door, entering the fan-shaped area.
[Name: Unidentified-ingredient Chemical Compound (B)]
[Type: Related to the plot.]
[Quality: Normal]
[Functions: One of the raw materials to synthesize a kind of antidote.]
[Being able to be brought out of the scenario: No]
[Remarks: Cannot be piled up with similar items.]
"Weird..." When Feng Bujue read the remarks, he had a problem… Currently, there were seven occupied slots in his bag. Those slots carried Mario's Pipe Wrench, Flashlight, Folding Stool of the Eighteen Bronze Statues (No.5), SCP-500 (19/20), Anti-gravity Launching Device, Contra Medal x 2, and Kill In One Shot pistol.
Now that he had the chemical bottle (B), it would be 8/10 occupied slots. According to the remarks, the three bottles A, C, D also took one slot for each.
Let alone the pockets in his clothes, which could carry things, once Feng Bujue acquire the last chemical bottle, his bag would already be full. Anyway, he didn't need to store the last bottle in his bag, because when he had the four bottles altogether, he could combine them into only one bottle. The embarrassing case where he didn't have room to store the chemical bottle wouldn't happen.
Although it would be just a coincidence, considering what Billy said about SPC-500 at the beginning of the scenario, Feng Bujue believed that the one who had designed this game knew his situation well. He was afraid that that one didn't only calculate the items in his bags, but also his skills, physique, equipment, etc.…
If the system did base on players' features to generate the scenarios, this 'game' would be tantamount to what the system had designed. And, Billy the Puppet had delivered the message on behalf of the system. Does it mean that… Billy himself has been instilled the concept that 'I've setup this game'?
That's why Feng Bujue saw nothing when using [Planned Victory From Thousand Miles Away]—this scenario didn't have a true BOSS as it only had a group of rules, one player, and some designated chess pieces…
After getting back to the fan-shaped hall, Feng Bujue turned around and looked at the second corridor. He was surprised seeing all the broken pieces of the monster's body, and its blood had disappeared into thin air. That section of the corridor had restored its original status, however, the bloodstains on his body remained.
"It's so…" Feng Bujue seemed to understand something, but he didn't linger there. At this moment, it was the 46th minute in his calculation. "If everything goes well, at the 65th minute, I will appear at the 41st minute of the cell time. Moreover, I should have three chemical bottles."
The average time was just right on schedule.
Feng Bujue thought while entering the fourth corridor and then started to dash forward as if he was flying. Although the Contra Medal had resurrected him, his Physical Value didn't recover to the full state. Even if he had the Dance of the Knight, his Physical Value started to be tight. Currently, it was 894/1800. Although it had just consumed half the bar, people who do long distance running would understand that it would be much harder at the later stage, not to mention that Feng Bujue was having a persistent sprint for long distance.
This scenario was merely a double mental and physical marathon. However, this race wasn't to spread out the spirit of sports, but a desperate game, which had already setup the path leading to death.
—
It was five minutes after he had got into the hallway and the door appeared ahead not far from him.
Feng Bujue suddenly recognized that he hadn't finished running through any passage. He had run only the first half of the third corridor and the second half of the second corridor. However, it was unknown whether the small room where the BOSS stayed was near to which end so he couldn't assume that it would stand in the middle of the way. Thus, even if he could know the length of the fourth corridor in a short while, still, he couldn't tell which corridor was the shortest.
"No wonder why that rabbit said it didn't know which passage is shorter," Feng Bujue told himself. "First of all, it has only walked through the first corridor. And second, when I appeared at the 41st minute, even if I have run through three corridors, I didn't know how long they are. If I knew, I would tell the rabbit."
He then glided in Sakamoto's style (1), elegantly approached the door, grabbed the knob and pushed it open.
It was a rusty iron gate, looking pretty much Saw's style. The room had the atmosphere of a gloomy, dark secret chamber. After he had opened the gate, the sound of some rotating shaft and gear echoed. This meant some mechanism had been triggered.
Feng Bujue didn't even think about leaving or escaping, as he knew 80% that it would be useless using something to keep the door open. And, there was nothing in his bag suitable to block the door. Flashlight and folding stool would be broken, and the wrench…in case it got broken… such loss like this…
Click.
The light was on, illuminating the whole room. A chain hung up an iron cage, which confined Billy the Puppet. Two black-and-red pupils were eyeing Feng Bujue through the bars.
The deep, hoarse voice also came out from the puppet's mouth timely. "Hello, Unidentified Mental Disorder. I want to play a game with you."
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(1) Haven't You Heard? I'm Sakamoto (坂本ですが? Sakamoto desu ga?, lit. "I'm Sakamoto, You Know?") is a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Nami Sano. The manga follows a high school student named Sakamoto, who has a reputation for being the "coolest" person among the entire student body.
