The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 771: Chapter 17: Self-Rescue Pers_3

Once exposed, he would have to die.

So, he could only look for those “outside the rules.”

For example, the “Brutalizer.”

Of course, not just any “Brutalizer” would do.

It had to be a rational “Brutalizer,” like Jason or Galen.

Especially one like Galen.

...

Obviously innocent, clearly framed.

Like creating an opportunity for him to escape when he needed to run.

With such thoughts, Pers quickly returned to his room to check the USB left by the “note writer.”

It contained programs for altering, adding, and deleting surveillance footage, far superior to what he had created himself, and it was the basis of his confidence in contacting Jason and Galen.

After confirming there were no issues, Pers headed toward the apartment where Jason sat.

In the history of the “game,” it wasn’t unprecedented for a “contactee” to bring several “Brutalizers.”

In the early days of the “game,” it was quite common for a “contactee” to have 2-3 “Brutalizers.”

However, as the “game” became more “formal,” such occurrences became rarer, but they still existed.

Therefore, the “game” center arranged the rooms for “contactees” and “Brutalizers” in an H shape.

The “contactee” lived on the center bar, with the remaining “Brutalizers” on either side.

So, after turning a corner, Pers stood in front of Jason’s apartment “door.”

Knock, knock knock!

Remembering Jason’s habits, Pers knocked first to ensure that Jason inside heard him before opening the door.

Then, he saw another empty dinner plate being collected and a new one, filled with portions for ten, being brought in.

He looked at the monitor’s record.

11.

That was the amount of food Jason had consumed since he returned to his room.

Although “Brutalizers” are hard to consider as normal people, wasn’t this too much?

And even after eating so much, Jason’s stomach didn’t show any change.

He hadn’t gone to the bathroom.

That’s right, he hadn’t gone during the previous three days either.

Only intake, no output?

With such doubts, Pers spoke in an advisory tone.

"Jason, binge eating isn’t good for you.”

Jason lifted his head and glanced at his “contactee.”

The anxiety remained in his expression, but his eyes seemed much calmer.

Had there been a turn of events?

No!

He must have made some decisions.

Jason thought to himself and retracted his gaze, turning his attention to the nutrition meal.

Although tasteless, having food was blissful.

Pers had long grown accustomed to Jason’s attitude.

He began speaking directly, “Galen has shed his role as the ‘Golden Lamb’ and has become a new ‘Brutalizer.’ He is extremely grateful for your help, wishes to repay you, and is willing to give everything for you, including his life—that’s his own words, I’m just relaying them. Do you have anything you want to tell him?”

Hmm?

Jason looked at Pers in surprise.

Although he didn’t know what Pers was up to, he could be sure that at this moment, Pers had broken rules.

"I’m just trying to save myself.”

"Xilin is dead.”

"It has some relation to me.”

"I’m very afraid, so, I decided to find some help.”

Pers said truthfully.

He didn’t want to be honest, but without honesty, he wouldn’t be able to achieve his goal.

He was well aware that the Jason in front of him was completely different from the ordinary “Brutalizer.”

Of course, he admitted there was a gambling element in his actions.

But at this point, what else could he do?

Luckily for him, it seemed he had made the right bet.

Jason slightly lifted his head and looked at Pers, and for the first time, he uttered a complete sentence—

"Oh, got any sugar?”