The soul-wrenching pain surged like a tidal wave.
Ren Zhong, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.
As his body consciousness restored clarity, the pain crashed over him like a terrifying storm.
Ren Zhong clutched his head.
Cold sweat burst from his cheeks, then trickled down his temples like springs.
He knew that the aftereffects of the overdose stimulant were coming.
The intense pain inside his skull was continuously intensifying.
When the pain reaches a certain extreme, his body will inevitably trigger a self-protective mechanism, known as shock, followed by death.
Almost no normal person can withstand such excruciating pain.
But he’s Ren Zhong, the one who took a world-changing ambition last night, who has personally experienced the pain of bodily death many times, who fell repeatedly in hell-level deathmatches in virtual reality training with over-the-limit brain reaction index just last night.
He withstood the extreme difficulty that the system warned about in its entirety.
At this subtle moment, what first came to Ren Zhong’s mind was the books he had read as a teenager.
Some can remain unmoved like a mountain while flames scorch their bodies until death.
Some can clench their teeth and remain silent as bamboo sticks pierce their fingers.
And some...
Ren Zhong’s thoughts gradually became clear.
Since he knew the end of this pain was inevitably death, what was there to fear?
He even managed to raise his wrist to glance at his wrist watch.
It was 10:19 AM.
Huh?
When I fell asleep last night, it was 2:19 AM.
Did I really sleep for eight hours?
Sun Miao clearly said one would die in about six hours, yet I lived two hours longer?
It must be that the forced hypnosis from the wrist watch overtook the aftereffects of the stimulant.
This means that, unbeknownst to himself, his body endured two hours of brain-eating pain of thousands of ants in these two hours.
The depth of this forced hypnosis is even deeper than the backlash of the stimulant.
No wonder Bei Lihui never woke up before he died, and no wonder he wreaked havoc in the room and Lin Wang and the others had no reaction, and also no wonder there are night watchmen in the world.
Ren Zhong checked the balance on the wrist watch.
Another type of pain somewhat suppressed the physical agony momentarily.
After a night’s sleep, the Fourth Level wrist watch issued a salary.
The account balance had increased from 3.36 last night to 53.36.
This means that wearing the Fourth Level wrist watch to sleep entitles one to a daily quota salary of 50 points.
If it had increased by only 1 point, then bringing 4.36 into the grave would be acceptable.
But now, as he was near death, he didn’t have the chance to spend over fifty bucks.
Sigh.
Misjudged.
Just then, a commotion erupted outside his room.
Bam!
The alloy door was blasted open from outside.
Heavy footsteps echoed up the staircase.
In the blink of an eye, five people stood in the room on the second floor.
It was Lin Wang and his four other team members.
Lin Wang didn’t rage, he simply looked down at Ren Zhong lying on the bed, his gaze sweeping over the Fourth Level wrist watch on his hand.
As the enemy had arrived, Ren Zhong endured the pain and rose to his full height, hands behind his back, taking a glance around the room.
His face remained pale, cold sweat continued to pour, and his clothes were already soaked through, but he still managed his expression perfectly.
"You came much later than I expected. Do it."
Lin Wang finally spoke, "You killed my man, and you think you can die so easily? No way."
Ren Zhong grinned, "Oh? But didn’t you also kill my people?"
Lin Wang: "Where’s the evidence?"
The man beside Lin Wang sneered, "They were nothing but tools, were they even people?"