Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 714 - 712 Ramen

CRACK.

CRACK CRACK.

The Mule's fingers were forcibly bent backward and broken one by one by Li Ang's brute force. Due to the sticky note's requirements, Li Ang didn't directly chop off the Mule's hand (as doing so might have violated those requirements). Instead, he broke her little finger, ring finger, and middle finger, forcing the Mule to hold the pen using only her right thumb and index finger.

It was unclear whether breaking the fingers reduced the contact area with the pen, or if the intense pain from the fractured digits jolted her brain. Regardless, the Mule, who had been groggy, suddenly became much more lucid. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she gasped for breath.

"This pen wants to control me." The Mule suppressed her emotions, grasped her right wrist with her left hand, and spoke as calmly and steadily as possible.

Upon hearing this, Li Ang looked down at the Mule's right arm—deep wounds covered it, blood gushing out as if it were free, and new wounds continued to emerge endlessly. If this continued, the Mule would die from blood loss even if the anomaly itself didn't kill her.

Li Ang placed his hand on the Mule's skin. The Origin of Life was activated, attempting to heal her injuries. However, the informant's situation seemed more complicated than Li Ang had imagined. A chaotic, violent, and deeply seated energy appeared to be raging within the Mule's body. This energy kept thrashing within her, trying to tear through her skin and escape.

Without removing this energy, Li Ang's Origin of Life would only be a temporary solution. Even if he forcibly sealed the surface wounds, the scars would be torn open again the next second.

Facing the imminent threat of death, the Mule didn't hesitate to take out a bottle of Miniature Life Potion from her backpack slot and drink it down. The Miniature Life Potion, capable of healing most injuries, indeed worked. It healed all the minor wounds on the Mule's body and stopped the bleeding. Even her complexion improved, as Life Potions inherently replenish blood.

However, the next second, with a RIPPING sound, the Mule's skin split open again, and more wounds than before appeared on her body.

"There's something wrong with this pen." The Black Holy Son's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he anxiously whispered, "It's entangled with a special abnormal phenomenon, which uses the energy inside the person it touches as a source to continuously inflict damage. They have already formed an energy connection, and in this case, recklessly severing the connection could lead to unpredictable disastrous consequences. It must be slowly severed using skills like curses, Word spirit, or exorcism..."

Being the Young Master of the Higan Organization, the Black Holy Son was very familiar with skills like curses and witchcraft. In fact, he had an item in his backpack slot specifically for exorcism, which could break a powerful curse and free someone from its effects. However, that item's cooldown was too long; if he used it for the Mule now, it wouldn't be ready again before the scenario ended. Compared to a randomly matched teammate with whom he had no ties, his own life was definitely more important, right?

The Black Holy Son merely offered his suggestion, feigning a similarly anxious and tense demeanor, without any intention of actually lending a hand—after all, there was another Patroller here. For his own safety in the following days, the Black Holy Son was eager to see what means Li Ang had at his disposal.

"Disconnect?" Li Ang's eyebrows rose slightly as he glanced down at the Mule's dislocated right arm, an idea immediately forming in his mind.

"Let me lend you a hand," he said in a deep voice, placing his hand on the Mule's right arm and initiating the Origin of Life. This time, he didn't attempt to repair the Mule's injuries but instead cultivated a red, fleshy ball covered in hair and fingernails on her forearm.

The fleshy ball grew rapidly upon exposure to air and, in the blink of an eye, ballooned like a gourd, sprouting from the forearm. Accompanied by Li Ang's self-invented Nen chant of "UM UM UM WAH AH AH AH!" the ball of flesh gradually transformed, developing into the shape of a hand.

In short, Li Ang had "grown" a new right hand on the Mule's wrist.

After prolonged self-experimentation and accumulating medical experience in the Immaculate Furnace, Li Ang had become extremely familiar with every step of human body modification. This newly grown right hand perfectly connected to the Mule's original blood vessels and nerves. When the utterly astonished Mule mentally commanded her little finger to move, the little fingers of both right hands twitched in unison.

"Little friend, is this the Gold palm that you dropped? Or is it the Silver Palm? Or perhaps it is this flesh palm?" While spouting these nonsensical remarks, Li Ang maintained the energy output of the Origin of Life, continuing the transformation of the Mule's arm.

Since the sticky note required the Mule to persist in playing the so-called game and forbade her from breaking the connection between her body and the pen, Li Ang just needed to change the method—making the connection longer and less responsive. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The Mule and the Black Holy Son, both seasoned players, had to admit that the current situation was unlike anything they had ever witnessed. The Mule's original right hand gradually elongated, becoming thinner and more slender. It was left with only a layer of long, noodle-like, semi-transparent flesh connecting the wrist to the original hand, which itself had transformed into a slender 'noodle' twenty meters long.

The bones, deeply embedded within the muscles, softened and liquefied. The nerves within it also degenerated. It could be said that this hand, apart from literally being 'the terminal part of a primate's arm,' had completely lost all function and practical use. Instead, the newly grown right hand was far more agile and practical.

Since the pen was bound to the original hand, the special energy emanating from it now had to traverse the twenty-meter-long 'noodle' to affect the Mule. This drastically extended pathway caused the pen's special energy to dissipate, allowing the Mule to quickly regain control over most of her body through a sheer effort of will.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

The 'noodle-wrist,' still within the pen's sphere of influence, lay dangling on the ground. Its skin repeatedly split and burst, reminiscent of a peach with ruptured skin. Unfortunately, as there were no blood vessels or nerves within this noodle-like wrist, no matter how much it burst, it couldn't affect the Mule.

The three players just stood there, watching the 'noodle-wrist' wriggle and flip about like maggots, undulating up and down.

This continued for ten minutes. Finally, the flayed 'noodle-wrist' stopped bursting. The negative energy concealed within the pen was finally exhausted, and the pen hovered silently and motionless above the paper.

The dust settled.

"..."

The Mule's eye twitched. She flexed her new hand; it fit her usage habits perfectly, as if it had been her own her entire life.

The Black Holy Son took a deep breath and said softly, "Just now, what happened?"