Chapter 275 - 40: Prelude to the Final Battle

The Magician, having hung up the phone, paused for a moment before flipping through a small booklet.

This booklet contained all the formulas for the [Nameless Mini Factory]. The simplest among them was a formula to turn people into cats, left behind by the previous user.

The previous user was caught by the administrator right after using it and was put in solitary confinement. All contact items were confiscated, making it impossible for the Madhouse to track their comrade’s whereabouts.

All the troublemakers caught by the administrator would be locked up in Tier 4, the Prison. It was a place with a surface area four times the size of Earth, composed of a nearly infinite number of prison cells.

Anyone locked in the prison would lose all their abilities. All their Attributes would be fixed at 5, they couldn’t use items, and they didn’t need to eat or drink. They had to write a confession letter every day before they could sleep. It was a place that could only be described as Hell.

Returning to the formulas, the [Kitty Formula] seemed very simple. A prescribed dose of catnip mixed with rum, a few strands of cat hair, and a soft lullaby were all that was needed to complete it.

After consuming it, the user would turn into a cat upon hearing the words "my servant" within a certain period, but they would change back after some time.

After carefully reading the instructions and requirements for the [Kitty Formula], the Magician realized that while it seemed nice, it had no real benefit other than letting you pet a cat to your heart’s content.

"I thought it would turn you into a lion or a tiger. I didn’t expect it to really just be a cat."

"Maybe this instance has restrictions?" the Acrobat standing nearby said.

"Very likely. Right now it’s just the two of us... no, three. How do you think we can fight back against that group of vicious players?"

If this were a normal instance, the Magician wouldn’t have to be afraid of the others.

But in this instance, Attributes are restricted and Skills are suppressed. The other players’ numerical advantage could make up for their lack of strength. Two players from the Madhouse plus one controlled Little Fatty were definitely no match for the other five players.

"How about we launch an indiscriminate attack? They can’t be allowed to win," the Acrobat said calmly.

"Exactly! That’s the spirit. You’re a natural-born member of the Madhouse. Compared to you, the clown is just pathetic."

Turning around dramatically, the Magician looked to the side.

Little Fatty was wrapped up tightly in a white burial shroud, looking helplessly at the Magician.

A player controlled by the burial shroud would be boosted to Level 40. This effect ignored instance restrictions, making it the bane of limited instances like this one.

But this item also cost a huge amount of Abyss Coins. A guild without money could never afford such a luxury.

The trapped Little Fatty was still conscious, but his body was no longer his own.

He had to do whatever the Magician told him to. This feeling of being controlled completely ruined his gaming experience. Playing this instance felt more suffocating than working a dead-end job.

If it weren’t for the chance to experience Level 40 gameplay early and pave the way for his future, he would have logged off long ago.

Using the item he brought in—a mobile phone—and his various Level 40 Professional Skills, he had already taken control of the entire city’s radio and broadcast systems. All of it was controlled by a signal released from his phone.

As long as he had his phone, the entire city was under his surveillance, which provided a considerable advantage for the Magician.

Pityingly stroking Little Fatty’s face, the Magician sighed, "Little Fatty, don’t make that face. Come on, give me a smile. Life is already sad enough, why do you have to be this way?"

’Please, can you take your psycho act somewhere else? Just being near you makes the air stink.’

"Alright, stop messing around. Send out the order. Make everyone riot."

Although he didn’t want to oppose his guild leader, Duan Fei, Little Fatty was under the control of the burial shroud and had no choice but to use his phone, sending the command to every radio and television in the city.

The Magician’s voice echoed from every corner as a neurotoxin began to take effect in their bodies. The citizens who had eaten the drugged food stood up like puppets, left their homes, and began to launch an indiscriminate attack on everything around them.

In an instant, the entire city descended into madness. Hordes of citizens walked onto the streets with the stiff movements of robots and began to overturn cars and smash goods.

In the blink of an eye, the city was in shambles. The well-trained rioters marched from the east of the city to the west, then from the north to the south. The square-shaped city became their training ground, causing the citizens who hadn’t eaten the government-supplied food to tremble in fear.

Meanwhile, in the city center, Duan Fei and the others witnessed the scene before them, knowing the Magician had played his trump card.

A mob of citizens, running on all fours like rabid dogs, charged toward Duan Fei’s group.

Their eyes were wide and staring. Even when squeezed into corners, they still flailed their limbs like cockroaches, trying to rush the players.

At this moment, these were not normal people anymore, but a horde of zombies in human skin whose only goal was to kill the players.

Watching the horde of madmen squeeze into the corridor and crawl toward them, even Duan Fei felt his scalp tingle. He shouted, "Holy crap!"

Turning around, Duan Fei called to the others at the door and sprinted toward a room with a mirror. He picked up a gas lamp and began to fiddle with the switch.

With every flick of the switch, the air grew heavier, and the darkness deepened.

The world began to distort with the flickering of the gas lamp. With each change between light and shadow, the room tumbled bit by bit into darkness.

But as Duan Fei kept flicking the switch, the banging on the door grew louder and louder.

In the end, the mob simply forced the door open with their sheer numbers.

But fortunately, the gas lamp finally activated at that very moment.

The players in the room were whisked away in that instant. A large number of puppet-like citizens lunged at where they had been, but they caught nothing but air.

The moment they rushed to where the players had stood, all of them were teleported into a dark room.

In the darkness, the five of them sat in silence.

Finally, Flora let out a long sigh and whispered, "I almost peed my pants."

"Next time, please play like this with me," the Maid said, her eyes narrowed. "Are you free this Saturday?"

"Stop making plans for me without asking! You pervert!"

Bystander A wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. For the first time, he felt that humans were more terrifying than any Monster.

Ordinary citizens had turned into terrifying, zombie-like Monsters. The fact that this fearless horde had more combat power than the clowns from the Clown Gang left Bystander A with a lingering fear.

The enemy could actually control the residents of almost an entire city. Bystander A found this method completely incredible and couldn’t think of any way to counter it.

Tugging on Duan Fei’s clothes, Bystander A asked, "Duan Fei, what do we do?"

"There’s no easy way. We just have to brute force it. Start eating the fried chicken; we’re launching a surprise attack immediately. Get ready. This is the final battle."