Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Chapter 732: Chapter 2 Jason the Weakest?_3
 

“Even criminals should have the dignity of free choice!”

“Upstairs SB!”

“Isn’t this giving them dignity?”

…

Streams of bullet comments flitted across the screen where Jason was, sparse and scattered.

Then, swiftly, these people closed the current ‘room’ and chose to watch another ‘room’.

Compared to the unremarkable Jason.

The ‘Brutalizer’ in the other rooms was much more captivating.

A towering ‘Brutalizer’, ugly-faced with muscles all over his body, was relentlessly slamming against the door, completely ignoring the ceaseless electric shocks.

Another ‘Brutalizer’, sitting in a wheelchair with a sinister smile on his face, was making throat-slitting gestures at the screen.

And most gripping of all was the ‘Brutalizer’ in the last ‘room,’ gnawing on a bloodied, flesh-ripped human head. He squatted there, curled up, facing the wall, his long hair splayed out, the sounds of gnawing and chewing audible. On the rare occasion he turned his head, his blood-smeared face sent the viewers’ adrenaline soaring.

“Is this a new ‘Brutalizer’ too?”

“Looks like he’s much stronger than that Jason before!”

“Upstairs, be more confident, ditch the ‘looks like.’

“He was way stronger than that mute right from the start.”

“I’m rooting for him!”

“Rooting for him +1”

“Place your bets, place your bets!”

“Scoring is about to start, hurry up and place your bets!”

More bullet comments appeared here, densely packed, almost completely covering this ‘Brutalizer.’

On his screen began the same type of scoring that had previously been displayed in Jason’s room.

But unlike the slow ‘rise’ in Jason’s case,

the increase speed of this one was many times faster!

10, 20, 30, 40!

The numbers kept changing!

Colorless, pink, orange-red, crimson!

The colors kept deepening!

Very soon, the numbers broke through 40!

The liquid in that test tube turned as red as fresh blood.

But the ‘Brutalizer’ inside the cell was oblivious, still gnawing on the mangled head.

Apparently, all of this meant nothing to him.

And the countdown on the screen slowly ticked upward.

The countdown, originally identical to Jason’s, began to increase as the high scores emerged.

5 minutes.

6 minutes.

7 minutes.

…

By the time Jason’s countdown reached zero, the countdowns for the three ‘Brutalizers’ ranged from four minutes at the least to ten minutes at the most.

Inside Jason’s cell.

As the countdown reached zero—

Click!

Click, click!

Not only were all the chains unlocked from Jason’s body, but the cell door was also opened directly.

“Unfavored contender Jason, you better start running.”

“This is the advice I give to a newcomer like you as the ‘Introducer.’

“After all, you’re a hot ticket right now!”

“Not only will the ‘Survivors’ be watching you, but the contenders as ‘Brutalizers’ will also have their eyes on you…”

“Because you are the weakest of them all!”

“Hahaha!”

Amidst mocking laughter, Jason stepped out of the cell.

Outside the cell was a corridor with no forks.

To the left at the end of the corridor was a wall, to the right was the exit, and opposite was the back wall.

Behind him were four cells.

Apart from his which was open, the remaining three were firmly shut.

Jason stepped toward the exit.

In less than 20 meters, Jason rapidly reached the door.

It was a gate made of two metal doors.

Jason did not step through the gate but instead raised his hands, placed them on the two doors, and pushed slightly.

Squeak, squeak… Bang!

The doors closed.