Chapter 674 Feel your own pain.
(author's note: This chapter might be a bit disturbing for some. If you don't have stomach for it, ....LOL. What were you expecting? Didn't you read the synopsis?)
Lenny's mind raced as the implications of the Magistri's words settled in.
The revelation that Agent 'X' was dead, coupled with the strange and surreal nature of the game show, sparked a torrent of questions and theories. He had initially brushed off the bizarre events as a twisted illusion conjured by the Red Sands, a place known for its mind-bending realities. But now, a more unsettling possibility began to take shape in his mind.
What if he wasn't the only one trapped in the Red Sands? What if the audience, the other contestants, and even Agent 'X' were also ensnared in its grasp?
The notion sent a chill down Lenny's spine. The Red Sands was a place of endless mysteries, its realities often more perplexing and convoluted than one could fathom.
Lenny's thoughts turned to Athena's words about the Nether, "Time does not exist in the Nether. It is eternal." If the Nether's past, present, and future were indeed merged into a singular existence, then the implications were staggering. It meant that their perceptions of time and sequence might be entirely irrelevant here, that they could be caught in a web that spanned beyond their understanding of reality. nOVelB1n
However, comprehending such a concept was daunting. Lenny's mind struggled to grasp the full extent of what it might mean. The Nether's nature, with its eternal and timeless existence, was a puzzle that seemed beyond the reach of mortal understanding.
lenny unable to watch the disgust happening before his eyes rather not look. the screams did not stop until he had collected three loads from the burly man.
Of course, through out the entire time, the mentally sick audience had been cheering happily.
After the disturbing and brutal event that Agent 'X' had endured, the mood in the room was one of unease and discomfort. Blood stained the ground, a grim reminder of the ordeal just witnessed. Agent 'X', visibly in pain and unable to sit properly, presented a pitiful sight.
Lenny, however, couldn't contain his reaction. Whether it was a coping mechanism or a genuine sense of rivalry, he laughed loudly, taunting Agent 'X'. His laughter cut through the tense atmosphere, a harsh sound that seemed out of place amidst the horror of what had occurred.
The Magistri, ever the orchestrator of the show's dramatic ebbs and flows, stepped forward. "Even for I, it was a difficult scene to watch. After all, Agent 'X''s insides seem to want to fall out of his body!" His comment, though delivered with his usual dramatic flair, did little to lighten the mood. Instead, it seemed to acknowledge the brutal reality of the game they were all a part of. The audience, caught up in the spectacle and detached from the suffering before them, laughed wildly once more.
Seeking to move on from the gruesome scene, the Magistri announced the next segment of the game. "It is now time for the second segment of the game. This game is titled SPIN THE WHEEL!" His voice boomed through the room, heralding the next challenge.
At his cue, a group of babies, those peculiar and unsettling attendants of the show, rushed forward. They were pushing a massive wheel, its size and design dominating the stage as they maneuvered it into place. The spotlight followed its entrance, highlighting the intricate patterns and various segments marked on its surface.
The wheel itself was an imposing sight, its presence introducing a new level of anticipation and uncertainty. What did this new game entail? What fates lay in wait within the segments of the wheel? The audience, still reeling from the previous event, watched with a mix of curiosity and dread.
As the wheel settled into place, the Magistri prepared to explain the rules of this new segment. Lenny, observing the setup, braced himself for what was to come.