The Judgment Corridor.
When players reach this point, it signifies they are about to clear the game.
Mo Zhi stood before the Judgment Corridor, lost in thought, gazing at her Level 19.
She distinctly recalled Sans's explanation of LV at the Judgment Corridor back then, a method of quantifying the pain inflicted on others.
The Pacifist Route was zero, while the Genocide Route was maxed out, extremely so.
Facing Sans... to be honest, Mo Zhi's impression of Sans wasn't as deep as Papyrus'. He had little interaction with the player in the early stages.
Did Sans just make a perfunctory appearance at the Judgment Corridor?
At least, that's how it was on the Pacifist Route. She barely stopped, heading directly to the castle after the dialogue.
"Do you want to taste some pain?"
Sans, unlike his usual lazy demeanor, spoke with a hostile tone, "If you take one more step forward... you definitely won't like what happens next."
Uh...
Although Mo Zhi had anticipated it, she hadn't expected him to skip the entire explanation of EXP and LV. Sans was clearly serious.
It made sense, though. You killed his pen pal, the Goat Mother, and his brother, Papyrus. How could he possibly be friendly to you?
Mo Zhi continued to walk forward and was immediately pulled into a battle interface by Sans.
Fighting without a word?
This seemed to be Sans's first physical engagement. Sans in the Pacifist and Normal routes had never attacked, making Mo Zhi once believe he was merely a supporting character.
"What a beautiful day it is."
Sans: "Little birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On a day like this, a child like you..."
"Should be burning in hell."
As soon as Sans finished speaking, his attack landed on the red heart.
*Dong!*
*Crack!*
*Dong!*
*Bang!!*
In less than a second, 'ga/'
This was a minor spectacle compared to the direct encounter kill.
Rows of upright bones flew at an incredible speed. Mo Zhi's scalp tingled as she saw the gaps between the bone segments, barely wide enough for the red heart to pass.
Furthermore, the gaps between each bone were arranged haphazardly, high and low.
How much control would it take to perfectly dodge such a fast and long bone train?
A slight misstep could lead to touching a bone, causing HP to drain rapidly, and worse, a poison effect for continuous bleeding?
GAME OVER!
Mo Zhi felt utterly defeated. Was this a level design a human could come up with?
Had the designer completely lost their mind here?
Did they even want players to clear the game?
Unlike before, after dying just twice, Mo Zhi began to doubt herself. With Undyne, she could at least see some hope of clearing the stage.
But with Sans, after two encounters, she saw no way to break through.
Despite feeling despair, Mo Zhi, being inherently strong-willed, wouldn't truly surrender.
Absolutely not!
Mo Zhi shook her head, gritted her teeth, and once again stood before the Judgment Corridor.
"Hmm, that expression..."
Sans: "That's the expression of someone who has died twice."
"You could say, you really look very dissatisfied."
Sans's mockery was at its peak. With half-closed eyes, he pulled Mo Zhi into another battle, "Alright, how about I make it three times?"
Hearing this, Mo Zhi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Why was this guy so annoying?
But she just couldn't beat him!
Unbidden anger surged.
Mo Zhi held her breath and entered the battle interface. This time, she had to last longer.
One minute later.
"Hmm, that expression..."
Sans: "That's the expression of someone who has died three times."
"Heh, what comes after 'three'? Want me to help you figure it out?"
Mo Zhi refused to believe it and continued!
Another minute later.
"This is the expression of someone who has died four times. Four? Five? Alright, I won't use this counting method anymore."
Mo Zhi, sweating profusely: Uh...
"This is the expression of someone who has died five times. Easy to remember, right? 'Five' is the number of fingers on one hand, but soon..."
Mo Zhi, feeling emo: Emm...
"...this is a number that requires mutated hands to count, but soon..."
Mo Zhi, expressionless: ...
"...Heh, not bad, seven is a lucky number. Who knows, maybe you'll hit the jackpot."
Mo Zhi, gritting her teeth: ...
"Eight times, that's the number of a spider's hands, but soon..."
Mo Zhi: ...
"...This is the expression of someone who has died seven times... No, wait, this is definitely nine, sorry about that."
"Or perhaps ten?"
Mo Zhi: ...
"Ten times! Heh, congratulations! You've advanced a digit! Let's invite all your friends for a grand party, we can have pie... hot dogs, and... um... wait, where did I go wrong, you don't have any friends at all."
His mockery reached its peak, striking Mo Zhi's deepest pain. The viewers couldn't bear it any longer and started sending gifts.
'Heartbreaking! Absolutely heartbreaking!'
'Goat Mother makes pie, Papyrus loves hot dogs, Sans's mouth is truly venomous, hitting the vital points!'
'That sentence is too much (┯_┯)'
'Damn it (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻'
......
*Patada!*
Mo Zhi started shedding tears, but with her stubbornness kicking in, she gritted her teeth and continued to push forward.
"This is the expression of someone who has died eleven times. Well, more or less, there might be a small error. From now on, I'm afraid I won't be able to count accurately. Can you help me count? Okay?"
"Let's start counting from twelve."
Mo Zhi's teeth were so tightly clenched that her gums bled.
"Let's get straight to the point!"
Three minutes later.
Unwilling to admit defeat, Mo Zhi once again appeared in the Judgment Corridor.
Her molars were almost ground to dust, yet she still refused to yield, "Damn it, again!"
.......