Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 12: New Game Launch [Complete]

1507: Throwing the Word 'Dead' and Running Away

Yu Yuan didn't have emotions, but he rationally knew what kinds of emotions humans might experience in certain situations—for example, right now, the emotions he should feel would probably be something odd and amusing.

The eight people outside the cage were surrounding him and Queen Nocturna. The cage had a concrete top. When the eight approached, their faces were cast into shadows by the concrete, blurring their features and expressions.

If this scene involved outstanding posthumans, it would undoubtedly enhance their intimidation; but with these eight people, it merely reminded one of a crowd whose features weren't even properly caught on camera.

Yu Yuan folded the [Migratory Letters] into a small piece and pressed it into his palm.

"Is this him?" a young man with short bangs asked, bending slightly to peer into the cage through the bars.

"Where's the woman? What have you done with her?"

As soon as the voice sounded, Yu Yuan recognized it as their old acquaintance, Lord Tremors. He trembled as he spoke, whether out of anger, fear, or adrenaline, truly living up to his name. "I knew that woman was no good as soon as I saw her," he said, his face turning red. "Better to take care of her sooner rather than later. I set a trap to deal with them. Who let them out?"

Edgar Allan Poe immediately said, "Queen Nocturna, come on, you let them out for your selfish reasons. Was that right? Can you answer to all of us?"

Queen Nocturna probably never expected him to expose her right away. She turned her gaze sharply, as if she wanted to burrow into his face. "What are you doing?"

"You were in the room, telling that woman how you saved her life, asking her to repay you in this way and that," Poe said solemnly. "With things as they are now, who do you think you're fooling?"

As his words fell, the other seven people fell silent, casting glances at Queen Nocturna. The cage had four sides, with two people standing on each, a symmetrical arrangement that gave Yu Yuan a data-driven sense of balance and comfort. Though he had no human preferences, he had developed the Veda's preferences.

"What are you looking at?" Queen Nocturna's voice became sharp and tremulous. "Did anyone inform me? How would I know who's in the room? Since he found out someone broke in long ago, why didn't he notify me earlier? He must have had ulterior motives!"

"Let's not argue," said a man so ordinary-looking that Yu Yuan could only refer to him by his blue shirt. "What do we do now?"

"Just leave this tattooed man to me," Queen Nocturna said. "His combat strength is low, and he won't withstand me if I take action. You don't need to worry about him. First, think of a way to deal with the woman inside the house... By the way, can we turn her into text here?"

At this question, the other seven looked at each other, seemingly at a loss.

"Some games allow it," a woman said softly, her appearance timid and fearful, as if afraid of being overheard.

"Nonsense, of course. I know some games allow it. The question is here, can it be done?" Queen Nocturna's words snapped back like a slap.

It seemed that they could only manipulate and combine characters, and they did not understand the deeper rules of text operations at all.

Queen Nocturna's words made several people among them feel annoyed. Nobody likes being constantly reminded of their inadequacies.

"What's the big deal if we can't convert her to text?" asked a youthful girl, who looked no older than twenty even after becoming a posthuman, as she cocked her head to the side. "Just crack open the door, toss in a 'death' character, and then slam it shut. Heh, I'm so naughty... but I'll pat myself on the back with a full score."