When Wang Ao said this, his head was slightly lowered, glancing at Lu Ce from the corner of his eyes, with a hint of smugness in his gaze.

After all, based on his experience, no one who came to him had ever failed to ask this question.

No matter how crazy or mentally unstable the person was, he didn’t believe they’d be indifferent to this.

“I can tell you. I can answer you truthfully—as long as you agree to play a game with me....”

At this moment, the staff from Jiutian who had been monitoring all the Game Players’ Livestreams were all stunned, and everyone focused on Lu Ce.

They never expected that a game which had been making little progress would suddenly take such an unexpected turn.

【: Wait... it’s that easy? He just said it like that?】

【: Why do I feel like this patient doesn’t even seem that sick? Honestly the most normal one.】

【: Everything's relative. Compared to this Masked Boss, everyone else seems pretty normal.】

【: That last comment is low-key terrifying.】

Everyone was getting excited listening to Wang Ao.

Except one person...

“Shouldn’t you be asking a doctor who the most severely ill patient is? What does that have to do with me?”

Lu Ce dug in his ear and said this with a strange look.

“You... you don’t want to ask about it?” Wang Ao was totally thrown off. He was now almost certain that this guy was nothing like the others he’d encountered.

So, he tested the waters:

“Bro... are you new here? Are you also gonna be staying in this place?”

“If so, I think every room is supposed to be private. Why did you come looking for me......”

There was clear unease in Wang Ao’s tone, even a bit of grievance.

He’d suffered so much torture in here—who would’ve thought someone would come just to mess with him more!

“If you *really* want me to ask you something, I mean... I guess I could....”

Lu Ce stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.

“What?” Wang Ao’s eyes flared red again, bloodlust bubbling up once more.

Just hearing Lu Ce’s tone, the Livestream audience all breathed a collective sigh of relief.

They thought Lu Ce had gone completely off the rails and would throw away this obvious chance to clear the game.

But then, on Lu Ce’s Gluttony Mask, a thinking expression formed. (ˉ﹃ˉ)

He leaned in mysteriously toward Wang Ao and asked:

“Actually... have you ever realized something?”

“What?”

“‘Five characters’ is actually three characters.....”

“Five... what?”

Wang Ao, who had been waiting forever, suddenly felt his brain go numb. He didn’t react for a second.

“Why would ‘five characters’ be three characters? Wait...”

He counted a little on his fingers, looked up at Lu Ce with a pained expression, and nodded helplessly.

“Now that you say it, ‘five characters’ *is* three characters. So?”

“So then, ‘six characters’ is also three characters, right?”

Wang Ao: ......

“Which means, six equals five!”

His face went totally numb. After living here for so long, this was the first time he so badly wanted to leave. He didn’t want to stay in this damned place anymore!

Lu Ce clearly didn’t care about his response and just kept muttering to himself.

“Following that logic... seven also equals five, eight equals five....”

“1 = 2 = 3 = 4..... = 0!”

“I’ve discovered the Grand Unification Formula of the math world!”

“So eating ten bowls of rice is the same as eating three bowls, which is the same as zero bowls, which means I haven’t eaten at all, right?”

“I’m kinda hungry.....”

At that moment, Wang Ao suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Lu Ce’s hand with deep sincerity, saying seriously:

“Bro, I think you’re *way* more messed up than I am. Like, way worse.”

“I don’t know why the meds weren’t delivered today in this creepy hospital. Totally irresponsible.”

“Tonight, you take my meds. I seriously think your case is worse than mine.”

【: Once we had Kong Rong offering pears, now we have Wang Ao offering meds!】

【: Wang Ao’s been mentally wrecked. Seriously, who the hell thinks of this sh*t?】

【: I’m convinced our Masked Bro is here just to play. His main goal is pure trolling!】

【: Poor Wang Ao! He’s been played to death.】

After feeling bad for Kirk and Long Wu, now the fandom is sympathizing with Wang Ao!

Lu Ce might be the world’s top heart surgeon—he’s got everyone feeling *heartbroken*!

“Wait—no!” Wang Ao suddenly let go of Lu Ce’s hand, eyes flashing with alternating waves of violence, confusion, and chaos.

Wait... I think I’m a mental patient.

What am I even doing?

Why do I care what’s wrong with this guy? Why do I care what problems he has?!

I’m gonna... I’m gonna... hehehehe....

As these thoughts filled his head, that deranged look slowly crept back onto Wang Ao’s face.

He grinned blankly like an idiot, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“Sir, I know the answer to your question. I know *all* the answers.”

“But if you want to hear it, I have one condition. You have to play a game with me first.”

This time, Wang Ao’s chaos finally took over, and he stopped falling into Lu Ce’s rhythm.

“What game?” This was also the first time Lu Ce genuinely responded to his question.

Red light flickered in Wang Ao’s eyes—he looked thrilled, like he was finally back in his domain.

He pulled a metal shard out from beneath him.

It was rusted all over, except the edge, which was razor-sharp and gleamed in the light—clearly sharpened frequently, now shaped like a knife!

The metal’s dull shine reflected Wang Ao’s excited expression. *This* was the true face of his illness!

He looked at Lu Ce and said,

“Watch closely.”

Then he pressed one hand flat against the ground, raised the knife in the other, and started slashing it like mad!

The blade danced between the gaps of his five fingers, striking fast and vicious—so fast it even left afterimages.

A true display of knife-edge dancing!

But his technique wasn’t great. Between the flashing images, slicing flesh and spurts of blood burst out again and again, making Wang Ao let out painful but delighted groans.

His eyes burned with increasing excitement.

Finally, he stopped. Blood soaked the floor beneath his palm, deep red liquid snaking in rivulets.

He handed the blood-smeared shard over.

“Your turn. One hundred times.” He grinned wide, looking like the Joker in a DC movie.

Lu Ce slowly raised his head, the mask on his face revealing a huge smile（*^____^*）, and he took the bloody shard.

“Like I said, Mr. Chen, I love you. This time, I’m serious.....”