Gunshot. Someone drops. The game's punishment appears once again, and with it, Xie Antong also shatters.

Why shoot the head?

Why look at me for a moment, then decide to ignore my advice?

Is there something else you’re considering? Are you even in a state where you can think straight?

As a highly professional analyst of “Sin,” she really didn’t get it.

She’d already cracked this mystery, hadn’t she? She didn’t feel like she’d misjudged anything...

So what exactly was his goal...

She couldn’t help but think back to the first time she watched the “Sin” game, the scene with the sawed-off leg, and the speculations people made about him.

Back then, she scoffed at it. But now, she felt a chill run through her entire body.

At the same time, Xie Antong wasn’t the only one feeling lost—on the other side, Park Bu Seong was just as confused.

Hearing the game warning sound ring out again just a few minutes later, he finally felt like something was off.

Isn’t this way too fast?!

Triggering the game’s warning mechanism every three minutes? This can’t be right!

What the h*ll are you doing?!

Even though the game offered a high level of freedom, he couldn’t see anything happening on the opponent’s side, and that gave him a seriously bad feeling.

“No, haha, this guy’s acting kinda weird...”

“Dear citizens of Da Han Mingguo, can someone check what he’s doing over there? If it’s too easy, I won’t bother designing so many twists next time.”

Even though he wasn’t feeling great, he still had to act tough. Couldn’t show weakness.

But he forgot one of the basic rules of the game—audience members can’t give tips during combat!

So the messages that came through were just a bunch of weird gibberish.

【He ***** is *********!】

【At *****, keeps ****, ****.】

Tch...

“Sh*t, why is it all useless crap...”

Looking at the endless stream of scrambled text on his barrage, Park Bu Seong couldn’t help cursing.

But that one outburst? Bad move. Because what came next, he could read crystal clear.

【Wow, what the hell, did he just call us useless crap?】

【He forgot the game rules himself and still has the nerve to say stuff like that.】

【We’re clearly trying our best to help. The challenge mode even benefits you. Park Bu Seong oppa, don’t embarrass Da Han Mingguo...】

Back in Da Han Mingguo, no one usually dared talk to Park Bu Seong like this, but this was online, in-game—no one gave a sh*t about his status.

He was so pissed he wanted to start swearing, but had to worry about public image, so he just swallowed it.

“Everyone, don’t get mad, I didn’t mean it like that, wasn’t talking about you... don’t worry, I’ll win!”

......

Can he win?

He will win!

On the other side, Lu Ce had already turned the classroom into a slaughterhouse.

He didn’t care about reason. As soon as the punishment ended, he raised his gun and blew the head off another Punisher—every single shot, a headshot.

The whole time, not a word. No threats. Just pure killing.

Now, each punishment no longer felt like Lu Ce being punished. It felt like the Punishers’ countdown to death.

Every time the countdown hit zero, one life was taken. Then the next countdown began.

Until—everyone was dead!

This was mental torture at its finest. Lu Ce hadn’t said a thing, but even these fake humans, who supposedly had no human consciousness, now had terror written all over their eyes.

Their movements still had that twisted creepiness, but every action was slowing down—like they were afraid.

They didn’t want to get close to Lu Ce.

They desperately wanted to get away from Lu Ce!

But the game rules forced them to “punish” him.

Lu Ce’s fury had somehow instilled fear in beings that shouldn’t even have consciousness!

The surreal image left Xie Antong dumbfounded, making her feel completely out of place.

And then she noticed something else—their movements were starting to distort for some unknown reason.

One short woman had previously placed her right leg on her own head and was hopping forward. Judging by how smoothly she moved, Xie Antong figured her real body was her right leg.

But now, with terror in her eyes, she switched legs—putting the other one on her head and continued hopping.

They can switch bodies like that?

Xie Antong couldn’t wrap her head around it.

During the chaos, she timidly reminded Lu “Sin,” speaking up:

“Shooting the head usually triggers the punishment mechanism. The body parts I mentioned—that’s their real body. They’re not actually human...”

Lu Ce: .......

Lu Ce acted like he didn’t even hear her, sticking to his rhythm—getting hit, standing up, shooting, getting hit...

The air around him felt like it had formed a black aura, like an emotional black hole. And at the center of it, Lu Ce was the most terrifying demon. Anyone who entered would instantly be consumed by fear.

Though he was covered in wounds and blood kept seeping from under his coat, the area around him stained bright red...

He didn’t show the slightest weakness. On the contrary, his aura grew stronger—like he had activated some blood-fueled rage mode.

That black aura hadn’t spread to Xie Antong, so she still felt relatively okay. Just the air in the classroom felt thin, and a suffocating atmosphere hung over everything.

【Warning! Warning! Player “Sin” has violated the game rules and is forcefully disrupting the game progress!】

【Warning! Warning! Player “Sin” has violated the game rules and is forcefully disrupting the game progress!】

【Warning......】

The game’s penalty alert went off every three minutes, like the voice of a death judge—but it wasn’t Lu Ce’s death it was announcing.

.......

Park Bu Seong was already numb.

The repeated sounds of “Sin” breaking the rules rang in his ears. From excitement at first, to numbness, to now—pure fear.

He wasn’t even near “Sin,” didn’t know what he was doing. The system messages that should’ve made him happy now made him shudder every time they played.

What the hell is happening over there?

He couldn’t even reach his teammates outside. Normally, if something went wrong, wouldn’t they try to contact him?

The punishment alerts came in perfectly timed—three minutes apart, down to the second. And the game’s penalty window was... three minutes!

Which meant “Sin” was constantly breaking the rules!

Park Bu Seong sat in a classroom on the edge of campus, fingers interlocked, face pale as a sheet.

Had any of the mysteries or traps he designed ever led to something like this?

Are you... addicted to breaking the rules?!!