Switch!

No time to think. Beom In could almost feel the killing intent seeping into his pores from the other side. In an instant, he switched positions again and dodged.

Boom!

Looking back, the floor where he had just been exploded once more. Shards and dust filled the air, engulfing Lu Ce’s figure.

Moments later, the dust was shattered by a powerful gust, and from it burst forth—Beom In didn’t even need to think; it had to be that “Sin” again.

Does he not need any cooldown or charging time for his muscles!?

Before the shock could even sink in, Beom In vanished from his spot again, switching with his spirit form. In the next second, the basketball hoop behind him was smashed with a single palm strike, debris scattering all over the floor.

Beom In’s back was now completely drenched in cold sweat. Just those two hits proved that “Sin” really wasn’t just an empty title.

Just that physical strength alone far exceeded any player he’d ever seen before. Is this the level of the top-ranked players on the game leaderboard?

And even with that, Beom In still felt like he was barely surviving.

As for why he had to dodge instead of fighting back...

Beom In had only one thing to say to people who’d ask that kind of question: Heh.

Why don’t you try going toe-to-toe with this guy?

The fact that he hadn’t exited the game outright was already a show of backbone.

Beom In didn’t even dare to imagine holding this guy off for twenty-four hours. Now that he was facing him head-on, one thought kept surfacing—

—This d*mn game, can anyone even beat him?!

Sure, the game’s win condition was the horror mystery, but if this were a straight-up duel, Beom In seriously doubted even Park Bu Seong could survive getting torn apart by this monster.

That’d really mean no “piao” left of Bu-cheng...

Switch!

Dodging another fatal attack, Beom In scrambled far away, warily watching the rampaging beast tearing through the gym.

Right now, all he could do was give it his all and try to keep this guy occupied as long as possible before exhausting his energy.

After all, this challenge was on behalf of Da Han Mingguo. Letting things slide wasn’t really an option.

“Hehehe.....”

Suddenly, in the open gym filled with the sounds of movement, a chilling laugh echoed.

It was Lu Ce. Seeing his repeated attacks fail, the power level of the Wrath Mask started climbing—and he burst into a rage-fueled laugh.

“B*stard... you run pretty damn fast...”

On the mask, a giant smile stretched across it, splitting it into two halves—like some freak whose mouth reached his ears.

Boom!

A massive pit formed beneath his feet as terrifying reverse thrust launched his body straight at Beom In.

This time, Lu Ce had entered a rampage state—borderline losing control, his laughter erupting involuntarily.

No breathing. No rest. No conserving stamina. Lu Ce’s entire body surged forward in a nonstop frenzy!

Like a wind-up machine, his speed left afterimages. He was so fast, even the human eye struggled to keep up.

Every switch Beom In made required a sharp, angular retreat—trying to slow down “Sin’s” momentum.

But it didn’t work. Lu Ce’s turning sprints didn’t pause for even a split second. The relentless pursuit made Beom In feel suffocated.

Even though he was just switching places, the psychological pressure was unbearable!

“Hehehehahahaha!”

The whole gym was echoing with this creepy laugh. There was no joy in it—just pure, bone-chilling dread.

Beom In was starting to hallucinate. He felt like a helpless little girl fleeing down a dark alley, chased by a deranged serial killer.

Not the best analogy, sure—but from a psychological standpoint? It was dead on.

—Fear. Helplessness. If he got caught, it’d be hell...

The entire gym was a mess. Equipment destroyed everywhere. Floorboards and wall panels violently torn apart.

Suddenly, the endless roaring came to a halt.

Lu Ce stood in the wreckage, surrounded by smoke and dust, finally stopping in his tracks.

By now, the gym was wrecked beyond recognition. Dust billowed all around, and the scoreboard on the overhead screen was swaying... until it finally crashed down.

The Wrath Mask on Lu Ce’s face grinned silently. He lowered his head, staring at his right hand.

In his hand was a six-inch strip of gray cloth—

—Part of the standard starter outfit that comes with the game!

Just moments ago, Beom In had finally cracked under the prolonged psychological stress. One small delay—and Lu Ce tore off a corner of his clothes.

That feeling... was like brushing shoulders with Death itself...

Beom In’s face was flushed red, breathing cautiously. He had no idea why “Sin” suddenly stopped, but even a few seconds to catch his breath were incredibly precious.

The mental pressure was way too much. Wasn’t Park Bu Seong supposed to be the one challenging this game? Why did it feel like he was in hell instead?

Looking at the ripped fabric on his shirt, Beom In still had lingering fear and quickly used the moment to contact Park Bu Seong.

In-game communication channel connected.

“Hey, Mr. Park, get ready for the next phase.”

Park Bu Seong sounded confused. “What do you mean? Get ready for what?”

“I can’t hold him anymore. I might be done. This guy’s terrifying! He’s really terrifying!”

Beom In said “terrifying” twice in a row at the end—it was clear just how shaken and pressured he felt.

Park Bu Seong: ?

What?!

You’re out already? It’s only been a few minutes!

“What are you talking about? What’s going on!”

Beom In had already ended the call.

“F**k!”

.......

Inside the gym, Lu Ce looked at the torn fabric in his hand. The rage in him had finally cooled off—just a bit.

After all, he didn’t want to fully lose control.

Seeing the item in his hand confirmed it—his gut feeling had been right. Someone was here, radiating malice.

“So you didn’t get away this time.”

“You’re not that good after all!”

Seeing the piece of clothing appear out of thin air in Lu Ce’s hand, the audience—who’d thought “Sin” was just randomly going berserk—were all dumbfounded.

【: No f**king way?! Where’d that come from?】

【: There was someone! And it's a physical item—so the guy really was chasing someone!】

【: Physical ghost-hunting actually worked. My back just got chills.】

【: The opponent was moving at that speed and still hasn’t been caught. Must be a pro too!】

If Beom In could’ve seen the viewer comments from Lu Ce’s side, he’d probably cough up blood.

Beom In: Huh? Pro? Me??

Lu Ce stood in place, staring at the cloth for over ten seconds. The grin on his mask grew wilder. Then he spoke in his mind—

“Good. Just needed to confirm someone’s here.”

“Not playing anymore. Chosen of Agony... allocate Pain Points!”