“It’s not that it’s not enough,” one said, “I think it’s pretty obvious they’re all dead.”

Wan Li Feng Dao naturally retorted, "It's almost curfew time. Saying things like that isn't exactly encouraging."

"That's why I say you young people nowadays are just no good,"

Li Ang waved his hand in an old-fashioned manner and said in a deep voice, "When I was young, before I was even a player, I fought hundreds of people at once for 75 minutes. After that, I could still carry a hundred kilograms and run 30 kilometers, followed by twenty sets of bench presses at 200kg each.

"Many of my generation unlocked their body's genetic limits and became superhumans.

"They weren't players back then,

"But they could be angry for an entire day in extreme anger,

"And then punch through 5cm of composite steel with their bare hands.

"They could kill a Siberian tiger with just a knife—the tiger pounces, they slide under it, and slice its belly open with the knife, letting the tiger's innards spill out all over the ground.

"Or they'd hold a long stick with the pointed end up, against the ground, and the tiger would pounce and impale itself.

"You can't generalize between people. There are levels we're at that you young people have never even heard of. You treat them as urban legends or even jokes.

"I can only say, don't mistake ignorance for reason.

"Your player status isn't something to be proud of."

"..."

The expressions of the players who heard Li Ang's miraculous remarks were a little strange.

Wan Li Feng Dao's eyes twitched as he retorted, "So you're the legendary Adeptus Astartes,

"Captain Dongfang,

"Yan Shuangying reincarnated,

"Pillar Man,

"Fang of Metsudo,

"Berserker, right?

"Understood, understood. Plenty of leeway."

Li Ang and the others' banter did not affect the Plague Doctor at the other end of the Vajra Circle.

He silently organized the bottles and jars of potions on the ground, and secured them to the inside of his coat with straps, so that he could take them out at any time.

"How are your injuries?"

The Plague Doctor looked at Hagoromo Kokoro, who was silently checking her machine gun, and asked softly.

Hagoromo Kokoro's hand, which was adjusting the position of the machine gun, stiffened slightly, then immediately recovered. She said faintly, "It's nothing, I can still hold on."

Last night, she lifted her restriction and used a secret technique called "Hannya Transformation."

The so-called [Hannya Transformation] is actually a transcendent power system jointly developed by the Japanese Extraordinary Affairs Investigation Bureau and the Onmyoji family of Japan at the beginning of this Killing Game.

That is, a red crystal that is extremely difficult to manufacture (a replica of the Aja Red Stone from *JoJo's Bizarre Adventure*) is implanted into the heart of a low-level player.

Then, the magical blood extracted from powerful Yokai, without dilution, is directly injected into the blood vessels of the low-level player.

The blood of a Great Yokai is a poison that can cause drastic distortions and mutations in the body for ordinary people and low-level players.

But the replica of the Aja Red Stone,

Can absorb the blood of the Great Yokai in the first moment and store it inside the hollow gemstone.

As time passes, low concentrations of Yokai blood continuously seep out of the gemstone, performing low-intensity physiological modifications on the low-level player, gradually turning them into a Demi-Yokai,

Enhancing their physique and granting them Yokai power.

This method of transformation is somewhat similar to the Yokai transformation in the manga *Claymore*.

Suitable candidates will, in a very short period of time, possess combat power far exceeding players of the same level.

And also, during combat, they can activate the Red Stone by pounding their heart, allowing more Great Yokai blood to seep out, further enhancing their combat power.

This is known as [Hannya Transformation].

Suitable candidates who have been injected with the blood of different Yokai will exhibit different characteristics during the Yokai transformation.

Some, like Hagoromo Kokoro, have veins all over their bodies bulging, their skin turning reddish-black, and they gain the power of lightning.

Others have limbs that are twisted and as soft as an octopus.

Still others turn into sharp-mouthed monkeys with wings on their backs.

And different suitable candidates of the same type of Yokai will also differ depending on their own conditions.

As a transformation scheme still in the exploratory stage, Hannya Transformation can certainly provide players with a significant boost in combat power.

At the same time, there are also many hidden dangers.

First of all, the mortality rate of the surgery is extremely high.

The first injection of Yokai blood has a body collapse rate of nearly 30%.

Subsequently, suitable candidates must undergo several Yokai transformations, with the mortality rate of each Yokai transformation gradually decreasing, but never lower than 10%, until they are completely integrated with the Red Stone.

Secondly, each Yokai transformation will make the player physiologically and even psychologically closer to a Yokai.

Even if they insist on not using Yokai transformation, the Yokai blood constantly seeping out of the Red Stone will subtly change the player in all aspects.

Thirdly, forced Yokai transformation will also cause large-scale micro-ruptures in the suitable candidate's muscles, tendons, and bones.

This rupture is a side effect of the Yokai blood, and ordinary treatments cannot cure it.

They must return to the real world and be repaired in the advanced operating room of the Japanese Extraordinary Affairs Investigation Bureau.

Hagoromo Kokoro's current physical condition can probably only withstand one or two more Hannya Transformations.

Any more than that, and either her body will collapse first, resulting in immediate death,

Or the Red Stone will break, and she will be completely demonized, turning into a monster without reason, only capable of destruction and feeding.

The Plague Doctor didn't know what Yokai's blood Hagoromo Kokoro had been injected with,

But judging from the intensity of the lightning released by the katana, it was at least a Yokai of the level of Shuten Doji...

The determination of the girl before him, and what she carried on her shoulders,

Were definitely no less than any other player present.

"That's good."

The Plague Doctor nodded, said nothing more, and quietly handed Hagoromo Kokoro a small glass bottle containing dark golden liquid.

"If things are not going well, then run."

The Plague Doctor had his back to the other players, and made no sound, only making Japanese lip shapes to avoid being overheard by other players, "There is no way to trust others."

"..."

Hagoromo Kokoro glanced at the glass bottle the size of her little finger, and the word "Perfect" suspended on the glass bottle.

She looked up at the Plague Doctor, was silent for a moment, then nodded gently, making the same lip shape, "I will protect you."

The Plague Doctor was stunned, reacted, and smiled bitterly, "That's not what I meant... This bottle is useless to me.

"Ah,

"Never mind, you should protect yourself first."

As the player with the weakest personal combat ability in this mission, the Plague Doctor didn't know if he could survive tonight.

Hopefully, Li Risheng and the others' judgment was correct...

"The time is almost here."

Hei Shengzi squinted his eyes, looking at the clock at the end of the corridor. The black evil spirit mask on his face seemed to be twisting and flowing.

"Mm."

Bai Haozheng moved his fingers, flipped his palm, and grasped the hilt without a blade.

An invisible psychic power emanated from his body, filling the corridor.

Ta.

As the second hand of the clock in the twelfth floor corridor pointed directly upwards,

The time came to 00:11.