Chapter 3 Simple and Easy_2

Jason had seen quite a few people like this.

But him?

He definitely didn't want to become such a person.

Not only pitiful but also frustrated.

Of course, what made him more vigilant was the 'worldview' of this 'replica world'.

It seemed...

Unusually twisted.

As Jason thought this, he walked down the hallway towards the next cell.

Click!

In the midst of the same metallic sound, the door of that cell opened.

However, unlike the 'big boy's rush previously, the cell door opened, but there was silence inside.

Sitting in his own wheelchair, the 'Wheelchair Thinker' pressed a hidden button on his wheelchair with a cold sneer on his face.

The smell of blood, he smelled it.

What happened, he had guessed it too.

Every year, no!

Before each 'game' started, there would always be people 'waiting for the hare by the tree'.

There were newcomers, as well as veterans.

And those who did it to 'spice up their life.'

But no matter which type, the outcomes were often far from pleasant.