Chapter 1
Crack.

Crack, crack.

Li Ang used brute force to break Muzi’s fingers one by one, bending them backward.

Because of the note, Li Ang didn’t directly chop off Muzi’s hand (doing so would likely be considered a violation of the note’s requirements), but instead broke the little finger, ring finger, and middle finger,

Leaving Muzi to hold the pen with only his right thumb and index finger.

It was unclear whether reducing the contact area with the pen by breaking his fingers,

Or whether the intense pain from the broken fingers eroded his brain,

But the originally muddled Muzi instantly became much more awake. Cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead, and he began to pant heavily.

“This pen, it wants to control me.”

Muzi suppressed his personal emotions, grasping his right wrist with his left hand to keep his voice as calm and collected as possible.

Hearing this, Li Ang looked down at Muzi’s right arm – it was covered in deep wounds, with blood gushing out as if it were free,

And new wounds were constantly emerging.

If this continued, Muzi would die from blood loss and exhaustion, even if he wasn’t killed by the anomaly itself.

Li Ang reached out and pressed down on Muzi’s skin, activating the Biomod, trying to heal Muzi’s injuries.

However, the information merchant’s situation seemed more complex than he imagined.

There seemed to be some chaotic, disorderly, and deeply manic energy lurking within Muzi.

This energy had been running around wildly inside Muzi, trying to burst open his skin and escape.

Unless this energy was eliminated,

Li Ang’s Biomod would only be a temporary solution, forcibly stitching up the surface wounds, only for the scars to be reopened the next second.

With the threat of death imminent, Muzi unhesitatingly took out a bottle of miniature life potion from his inventory and drank it down.

The miniature life potion, capable of healing most injuries, did indeed work.

The small wounds on Muzi’s body healed completely, stopping the bleeding, and even the information merchant’s complexion became much rosier – the life potion came with a blood-replenishing function.

However, the next second, accompanied by a “tearing” sound,

Muzi’s skin split open again, and more wounds than before appeared on the surface of Muzi’s body.

“There’s something wrong with this pen.”

Hei Shengzi’s eyes flashed beside him, and he said urgently in a low voice, “It’s entwined with a special anomaly that uses the energy within the person who touches it as an energy source, continuously causing damage to the person in contact.

They have formed an energy connection.

In this case, rashly cutting off the connection will cause unpredictable and terrible consequences.

You have to use skills like incantations, spirit speech, or exorcism to slowly break the connection...”

As the young master of the Other Shore organization, Hei Shengzi was very familiar with skills like curses and voodoo.

In fact, he had an item in his inventory specifically for exorcism,

Which could break a powerful curse and prevent people from being affected by it.

However, that item had too long of a cooldown time. If he used it on Muzi now, it wouldn’t cool down until the end of the scenario.

Compared to a randomly matched teammate who wasn’t a relative or friend, his own life was definitely more important,

Right?

Hei Shengzi only offered his opinion, putting on the same anxious and nervous look, without really wanting to lend a helping hand – there was another Investigator here,

For the sake of his own safety in the next few days, Hei Shengzi really wanted to see what methods Li Ang had,

Knowing more about his “companion’s” trump cards was definitely not a bad thing, especially since Hei Shengzi had a grudge against Li Ang.

“Break the connection?”

Li Ang raised an eyebrow and glanced at Muzi’s dislocated right arm, and an idea immediately came to his mind.

“I’ll lend you a hand.”

He said in a deep voice, reaching out and pressing down on Muzi’s right arm, activating the Biomod.

This time, he didn’t try to repair Muzi’s injuries, but instead, on Muzi’s right forearm, he grew a mass of bright red flesh covered in hair and nails.

The flesh ball grew rapidly, becoming like a gourd in the blink of an eye, growing on the forearm.

Accompanied by Li Ang’s self-created chanting sounds of “Uuuh waaah aaaaah,” the mass of flesh gradually deformed, growing into the shape of a hand.

In short, Li Ang “planted” a new right hand on Muzi’s wrist.

After a long period of self-torture and accumulating medical experience in the Stainless Furnace,

Li Ang was already very familiar with every procedure of human body modification.

This newly planted right hand was perfectly connected to Muzi’s original blood vessels and nerves.

When the astonished Muzi issued the command to move his little finger in his mind, the little fingers of both right hands moved at the same time.

“Little friend, did you drop this golden palm? Or this silver palm? Or this fleshy palm?”

Li Ang maintained the Biomod’s energy output while saying nonsensical things, continuously modifying Muzi’s arm.

Since the note required Muzi to persist in playing the so-called game, and he couldn’t disconnect his body from the pen,

Then he could just change the method, making the connection long and slow to react.

Muzi and Hei Shengzi, two knowledgeable players, had to admit at this moment that the current situation was truly something they had never seen before.

Under the effect of the Biomod, Muzi’s original right hand gradually lengthened, becoming thinner and thinner,

Leaving only a layer of translucent flesh like a long strand of lamian noodles, connecting to the wrist.

The original right hand had become a thin lamian noodle twenty meters long.

The bones buried deep under the muscles softened and liquefied,

And the nerves within were also degenerated.

It could be said that this hand, apart from maintaining the literal definition of “a part of the front end of a primate’s arm,” had completely lost its functionality and practicality.

On the contrary, the newly grown right hand was more flexible and practical.

Since the pen was bound to the original right hand,

The special energy emanating from the pen had to go through a “lamian noodle” stage of twenty meters in length before it could affect Muzi. The suddenly lengthened front line made the special energy in the pen unable to continue,

And Muzi quickly regained control of most of his body through a clash of wills.

Tear, tear~

The “wrist,” drooping on the ground like lamian noodles, was still within the pen’s influence. Its skin continued to burst open and crack, reminiscent of a water pipe with many holes in the lawn.

Unfortunately, since there were no blood vessels or nerves in this section of lamian noodle wrist, no matter how it burst, it couldn’t affect Muzi.

The three players stood silently in place, watching the lamian noodle wrist roll back and forth, up and down, like maggots.

After ten minutes, the torn and bloody lamian noodle wrist stopped bursting, and the negative energy lurking in the pen finally ran out, quietly floating above the paper, no longer moving.

The dust settled.

“…”

Muzi’s eyes twitched as he squeezed his palm. The new right hand was perfectly suited to his habits, just like the original equipment that had been with him his whole life.

Hei Shengzi took a deep breath and said softly, “What, just happened?”