# 1791
Chapter 1791
Chapter 1784: Doomsday
Inside the Gymnasium.
Lin Qiye gazed at the second avatar that had turned gray at the edge of the panel and let out a long sigh.
As he had predicted, Yuzuri Takishiro, trapped inside the Dungeon, had no way of witnessing the cheering action on-site, so naturally he couldn't survive the Skill 6 judgment...
Now, not only had two of the three fallen into death status, but Yuzuri Takishiro's corpse was still in the Dungeon—even if he resurrected, he would remain trapped in the Dungeon, and when the next 【True Love Cheer】 triggered, he would die again, an infinite loop.
"My skills..." Lin Qiye's gaze swept across his skill panel, deep in thought.
Like Shen Qingzhu, the skills he had brought into the game were quite scarce. Apart from some conventional combat techniques, he had only brought in two abilities related to causality. One allowed him to create wounds and forcibly implant causeless cause into a target, controlling them for five minutes. The other...
Lin Qiye's gaze swept across his surroundings, and a strand of causality thread extended from where Yuzuri Takishiro had disappeared, stretching deep into the depths below.
"Is it there?" Lin Qiye quickly locked onto Yuzuri Takishiro's position.
Two afterimages charged out from the crowd, rushing straight toward Lin Qiye at the edge of the venue to eliminate him. These remaining two security guards were extremely troublesome—one of them could deal true damage. At this critical moment, Lin Qiye had no intention of facing them head-on. Everything could wait until Shen Qingzhu resurrected.
He circled along the edge of the venue, moving continuously to evade the two security guards. Before long, a gray avatar lit up once more.
Gray wings unfurled from the stage, a figure streaked across the sky, and landed near Lin Qiye.
"Takishiro's dead? What happened?" Shen Qingzhu's form restored, his health bar complete once more, his voice low as he asked.
Lin Qiye recounted the events, then said:
"I'll leave those two security guards behind to you. I'm going to rescue Takishiro first. Be careful."
"Got it." Shen Qingzhu's wings beat, and he flew out with a whoosh.
With Shen Qingzhu as backup, Lin Qiye felt much more at ease. After all, if something happened to him, with Shen Qingzhu present, the game could still continue.
He followed the causality thread in mid-air, heading toward the other side of the sports arena, getting farther and farther from the main venue.
Seeing Lin Qiye depart alone, the remaining two security guards—the Bald One and the Shadow Killer—simultaneously scattered, intending to pursue separately. Just then, a pair of gray wings blocked their path.
Without a word, Shen Qingzhu compressed the air beneath his gray wings, then swung them abruptly. A wind that swept across the flat ground directly blew both security guards' forms high into the sky above the venue!
This time, Shen Qingzhu had learned his lesson. Knowing the risk of fighting in a crowd, he索性 directly swept the enemy into the sky. That way, the collateral damage from the battle wouldn't easily affect the audience, and he could truly let loose.
As the two security guards were lifted by the wind, Shen Qingzhu also flapped his wings and flew up into the sky above the venue. The Gymnasium continuously shrank beneath his feet.
Just as Shen Qingzhu was about to strike, his peripheral vision swept over the massive venue and caught something outside the Gymnasium.
His wings behind him froze mid-beat.
Outside this bustling, magnificent Gymnasium, gray-white city ruins stretched all the way to the end of the horizon. billowing smoke rose from various parts of the ruins, and missile explosion scars covered the earth.
Dense rows of fighter jets and tank wreckage filled the area outside the venue. Intermittently, one could glimpse eerie, withered bones scattered among them. The scene before him looked exactly like a post-apocalyptic landscape after a world war.
"You love me~ I love you~ iMi will never give up~~"
A full-of-life song drifted from inside the venue, echoing through every corner of this dead city. Manic cheers resounded through the clouds.
Inside the Gymnasium, a lively crowd; outside the venue, corpses strewn everywhere.
Shen Qingzhu's brow furrowed tightly.
"What kind of goddamn world is this..."
...
Indoor Arena.
Lin Qiye glanced at the time and quickened his pace even more. He still couldn't fully decipher Amei's skills, but the last time she had used Skill 2 【Group Photo】 and Skill 6 【Cheer】, both had occurred in the interval after she finished singing a song.
In other words, if he couldn't find Yuzuri Takishiro and bring him back to the main venue before the song ended, both of them would be locked in the small room simultaneously.
At that point, they would have to rely solely on Shen Qingzhu to save both of them... far too risky.
Lin Qiye followed the causality thread to an emergency door and pushed it. The door didn't budge.
Locked?
Lin Qiye frowned, then simply threw a punch at the emergency door, causing it to bend and warp, collapsing with a thunderous crash.
A dark staircase leading underground appeared in his field of vision.
Without hesitation, Lin Qiye moved downward quickly. As the surrounding light gradually dimmed, a spacious open area appeared before his eyes.
"Seven Nights?"
From the depths of the darkness, Yuzuri Takishiro's voice drifted out.
Hearing this voice, Lin Qiye knew he had arrived. This was most likely the location of the Dungeon.
Just as he prepared to step forward and search for Yuzuri Takishiro, his peripheral vision swept across the surroundings. His footsteps paused slightly, and confusion flickered in his eyes.
Under the dim light, dusty instruments were stacked in the corners of this underground space, as if abandoned for ages. Messy metal cabinets lay overturned, empty containers lay shattered on the ground—it looked like a laboratory site with considerable historical significance.
Although Lin Qiye was puzzled, this wasn't the time to waste on these things. He had to rescue Yuzuri Takishiro as quickly as possible.
He strode quickly to the steel fence. Through the gaps between the bars, he could see Yuzuri Takishiro standing inside, his eyes full of惊喜.
"Takishiro, I'm getting you out." Lin Qiye's gaze fell on the center of the steel fence. A peculiarly shaped massive lock faced outward, looking like an old-fashioned slot machine with considerable history.
Time was short. Lin Qiye didn't care what kind of lock this was—he threw a punch at it, but couldn't move the lock even slightly.
"Seven Nights, this cell door can't be forced open. There should be some special mechanism." Yuzuri Takishiro reminded him.
Lin Qiye, seeing this, could only crouch down and examine the massive lock carefully. As his fingertip gently touched the lock, it suddenly lit up. Three rotating drums spun simultaneously, with dense patterns flashing across them.
"What's this? A lottery?" Lin Qiye frowned.
As if to answer his question, a panel floated out from the lock:
"Complete the designated game to rescue the hostages held in the Dungeon."
Lin Qiye: ???
How does rescuing someone require completing a designated game? Isn't this pure time-wasting?
Although Lin Qiye was extremely reluctant, rules were rules. He stared at the three drums that kept changing, hoping it wouldn't be anything particularly difficult...
Finally, all three drums stopped on the same pattern simultaneously—a black handgun.
The moment he saw this gun, Lin Qiye felt a sudden premonition of trouble.