Chapter : 116 : Magical Ring
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Plumbella dies immediately. On the surface, it looks like the "Plague Doctor" reached out and touched her. After that, she fell limp to the ground.
Brit and Vale, who had experienced this before, were better off, but Kiwo and RT, who had not encountered this, were taken aback. Even though they already knew about the "Plague Doctor," they still felt a deep fear growing from the bottom of their minds.
"Brit...this is the 'Plague Doctor'..." Kiwo looked at the dead Plumbella, her face turning pale as she asked Brit in fear.
Brit nodded, "Yes... Plumbella has left the game. Let's go!"
The group was shaken by the sudden change, but after Brit reminded them, they immediately ran away. However, the "Plague Doctor" suddenly turned to look at the group that was running away.
"I'm treating you! Why did you run away?!" Its voice was full of confusion and incomprehension, and at the same time, there was a hint of anxiety.
The group was suffering so acutely that they could not express it. They knew they couldn't reason with the "Plague Doctor," so no one stopped; they kept running. But accidents always happen one after another.
While everyone was running, Brit staggered and fell hard to the ground. Immediately, he felt severe pain in both knees, rendering him unable to get up.
"Brit!"
"Brit!"
The others were taken aback and immediately wanted to run back to help him up, but Brit hurriedly waved his hand, telling them to leave quickly. Everyone knew that the ultimate goal of the team was to beat the game, so the group gritted their teeth and continued running.
Before Vale left, he shouted to Brit, "Brit, the ring! Don't forget!"
"That's right! The ring!" Brit's eyes lit up.
If Vale hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten the ring, and now it was time to experiment! Without hesitation, he quickly took out the ring and put it on. The ring automatically adapted to the size of the wearer's finger.
After Brit put it on, he felt a surge of fatigue almost immediately. He was very tired, sleepy, and wanted to rest.
At that moment, the "Plague Doctor" approached him. The "Plague Doctor" did not attack immediately; he knelt, stared at Brit, and said in a serious voice, "You also have a plague in your body. I must treat you; otherwise, you will sink deeper and deeper. That kind of terror is beyond your ability to bear."
After the "Plague Doctor" finished speaking, Brit stared at him in bewilderment. After a while, he replied intermittently, "You... what?"
The "Plague Doctor" was taken aback; Brit's reaction was a bit off.
"I said, your short-sightedness prevents you from seeing the great terror within you. You need to be rescued by me. Not only you, but also the few people who just left. They must also be treated. They should not run away; they can't escape."
Brit lay on the ground, tired and dazed. The "Plague Doctor" waited for a few moments, and Brit replied in a daze, "Oh..."
"???" A cluster of question marks suddenly popped up on the "Plague Doctor's" forehead. It could tell that something was wrong with Brit's state, but it didn't want to waste any more time. It stretched out its hand and placed it on Brit's neck.
Time passed slowly—1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds...
Nearly 10 seconds had passed, and Brit was still on the ground, with a sleepy and dazed expression, showing no intention of getting up.
"Um?" The "Plague Doctor" was confused.
What was happening? Why was this person not reacting??? The "Plague Doctor" was filled with confusion. It looked at Brit, then at its bloody palm. For the first time in its life, it doubted itself.
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As for the situation here, although the others couldn't see it anymore, the viewers in the stream could still follow along. Brit's unexpected move not only confused the "Plague Doctor" but also left the viewers somewhat perplexed:
"Damn, damn."
"He is not dead!"
"Hahaha! Look everyone, Brit can't even be taken down by the 'Plague Doctor'!"
"It must be the ring's credit! That ring is immune to the nature of death by contact with the 'Plague Doctor'!"
"Brit! Hahaha! It's the first time I've seen the 'Plague Doctor' look so confused!"
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In-game.
Brit was surprised. His sluggish brain didn't even register that the "Plague Doctor" was trapped at the moment. He turned his head slowly, looking at the spot where the group had left. It took a while for him to realize that they had successfully escaped. Then, similarly, it took him a long time to burst into excitement.
"Successful... that's good..." After relaxing his mind, Brit suddenly felt the exhaustion hit him even harder.
He glanced dazedly at the "Plague Doctor" and finally lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, and wanted to sleep on the spot.
This unexpected action immediately made the "Plague Doctor" even more confused! What did this mean? Was he pretending that I didn't exist?
The eyes behind the mask showed a hint of indifference. It stretched out its hand again and placed it on Brit's exposed arm, but Brit smacked his lips in his sleep. The "Plague Doctor" was speechless.
It thought for a while and decided to stop trying to kill Brit with a touch. Instead, it took out various tools from its medical bag and prepared to give Brit surgery.
But just as it picked up the rough scissors, Brit, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes again, and the "Plague Doctor" stopped immediately. It looked at Brit with confusion in its eyes.
After Brit opened his eyes, he stared blankly at the ceiling for several seconds. Then he supported himself with his hands and slowly stood up. After sitting up, he moved his lips again, speaking in a slow and lazy tone: "Why... can't I sleep... ah..."
His head felt nauseous, and his thoughts were running at an extremely slow pace. He felt very tired, very sleepy, and that as soon as he lay down, he would surely fall asleep immediately. But for some reason, he just couldn't seem to fall asleep.