Chapter 6 Revenge

The moment Shit's howling burst out, he got a kick from Carsick Car.

He was afraid that Shit's howling would alarm more enemies.

Carsick Car was increasingly shocked by the authenticity of the game so far, given his vast gaming experience.

Not only the environment modeling and NPC performances, but also the interaction and feedback in the game blew him away.

In the games he used to play, all the reactions of NPCs were pre-programmed.

During the short fight just now, several enemy NPCs actually gave feedback based on players' actions, including himself.

Alfred just launched like a football player, which was not a preset skill in the game at all. The two knife-wielding guards, however, were able to anticipate Alfred's path of attack and draw the knifes to intercept him.

And the jailer was cowering in a corner, clutching his mouth and crying.

Carsick Car looked thoughtfully at his foot and raised it again. The jailer immediately shivered back into the corner and covered his mouth more tightly.

"This NPC knew from my gesture that I wanted him to shut up!"

This feedback mechanism...

Carsick Car suddenly felt a creepy thrill of excitement.

The other five players, who had already finished the fight, came over to him.

Although he dies once, Alfred was grinning from ear to ear. He bragged about his bravery in the face of "death", while excitedly looking at Shit in the corner.

"Leave him to me. I haven't killed enough yet!"

"Wait, we'll need him." Carsick Car stopped him. They looked at him puzzled, and he explained what he had just found.

Dragon's Toenail scratched his head and asked, "So? What are you trying to say?"

Lady Killer and Super Brennan looked surprised. "You mean that the feedback mechanism of the NPCs in this game is a complete simulation of a real time algorithm?"

"Yes, and more than that, I suspect, they are probably more intelligent than we think. They can talk to us and respond to what we say. If that can be explained by keyword feedback, what about the judgment of our actions? That cannot be preset!" Carsick Car said, picking up the knife on the ground and swinging it toward Shit's calf.

These people are all monsters!

Monsters!

Seeing these guys gather around him curiously with a knife, while saying things he didn't understand, Shit hurriedly hugged his legs and wished he could disappear into the wall.

"Wow, it's true. You just make a gesture and he knows what it means!"

"Has Big Daddy's company already developed real AI?"

"A good bet!" Carsick Car subconsciously pushed the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "So we'll leave him alive and I'll do a test next. Let's take him and return to his cell and complete the task."

Alfred, the strongest, picked Shit out of the corner like a chicken, then headed back to the cell.

Carsick Car, who had unknowingly established leadership among several players, asked Brennan and Toenail to untie Duke and lower him down.

"Phew!"

After being hung all day and all night, Duke felt for the first time how nice it was to be able to relax his muscles. The pain from staying in one position for so long swept through his body.

If it hadn't been for the torture of the past 14 days, I would be crying by now.

Thinking about it, Duke took a few quick breaths and forced himself to resist the idea of lying on the ground and never getting up again. He gathered some energy and raised his head to see Carsick Car and Alfred dragging Shit towards him.

Carsick Car smiled and said, "We have a prisoner, boss. What are you going to do with him?"

Yes, that was the test he mentioned. Duke told them to kill all the jailers, but if he deliberately disobeyed his request and kept a prisoner , what would Duke say?

Prisoner?

With sweat stinging his eyes, Duke looked at Shit with blurred vision who was crumbled at Alfred's feet, begging and cowering.

He looked pathetic.

But Duke had no pity in his heart.

He almost forgot whether he had begged for mercy in the days when he was whipped by Shit and Grasshopper.

In fact, he probably had done. After such a big accident, he had been in a muddle at first. He would react to a lot of things by following human instincts.

He would cry when he was in too much pain. He would beg for mercy and give up when he could not hold on.

A strong fighting will and fighting spirit did not belong to a game nerd who had grown up in peaceful times. Those characters could only be shaped by suffering.

For example, the 14 days and nights he spent in this dark cell.

No one knew what Duke had in mind. To the players, Duke was the NPC in charge of the closed beta. He thought for a moment in silence, and then asked, "Any of you know how to read an escape map?"

When they were preparing to fight, the escape map fell to the ground. Players picked it up and Super Brennan's currently has it.

"Well, I can't read it." Brennan pulled the map out from his crotch.

"Fuck, why did you put it in your crotch?"

"Come on, I'm all in rags, and I haven't got a pocket. Where was I supposed to put it?" Brennan shrugged.

Dragon's Toenail said with disgust, "I can't read, but even if I could, I wouldn't touch it now."

Carsick Car shook his head. "Don't look at me. I have a terrible sense of direction."

Alfred and Cool Ass shook their heads, too. One of them being a mechanic and the other a pro gamer in real life, they'd never done anything like that before.

"I'll do it." Lady Killer, hesitated and then snatched the map from Brennan's hand with a look of disgust. She unrolled it and said, "I took map reading in college, so I can do this as long as it's not too simple or too complicated. Well, the good news is that it's a very neat plan, with the subject matter indicated. As we go out later and take in the surroundings, it's not difficult to find the destination."

Duke remained silent for the time being. Then, supported by Cool Ass, he pulled himself to his feet and beckoned to Alfred to bring the knife.

It was a long, rough-cut knife, and, subject to the level of smelting, was hardly exquisite as a whole, like a sheet of folded and forged iron.

Its original owner had taken good care of it, sharpening the tip and edge. The knife was heavy in the hand, reflecting the cold sheen of the metal in the dim sunlight.

Seeing Duke stagger toward him with a knife, Shit suddenly understood what' was coming for him and began to struggle, but Alfred pinned him down.

"You know what? I've wanted to kill you for a long time!"

The light in the window lengthened Duke's shadow. He was still weak, but when he said this, the players could hear the rage in his calm voice.

"I remember every lash you and grasshopper gave me. I forget whether I ever begged for mercy, but I know I would give you back all the pain if I had the chance!"

Thud!

The sound of the blade piercing the flesh was like thunder in the silence of the cell. Shit's red face became distorted. He struggled to twist his body, but failed to stop the blade piercing his heart!

Gradually, he went from struggling to convulsing.

And then finally stopped!