Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 570 - 568 Room
Li Ang looked down at the glass cylinder on his left shoulder, known as a battery. The contents of the cylinder must be some kind of energy liquid that can charge this suit, allowing it to alleviate my shock symptoms. Or it’s also some kind of drug, part of which is delivered directly into my body to relieve shock.
Li Ang thought about it and tried to pry the glass cylinder. It’s fixed on top; it can’t be pulled or twisted off. If I force it, I might shatter the glass cylinder. This thing is a battery; I’d better not mess with it. I’ll also have to be careful not to break it when I move later.
He stepped up to the metal door and tried to twist the L-shaped doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge.
He kicked the door lightly, and the dull thud that resulted was proof enough that this door couldn’t be broken by human strength.
This thick? A vault door?
Li Ang squatted down, glanced at the lock core below the doorknob, and then decided to give up. A multi-track lock. It would take at least two hours to open even with the right tools, not to mention I don’t even have a thin wire right now.
Okay, as expected. If this door were so easy to open, it would hardly be fair to the eerie situation in this room.
Li Ang sighed and leaned close to the metal door. He noticed that his reflection on it was very blurry. Is it because it’s a special metal, one on which reflections can’t be seen?
Li Ang pondered quietly, then walked over to the sink and twisted the faucet, but there was no response. Ceramic sink, tiled floor, metal spring bed, and the windows... I can’t see my reflection clearly on any of them. Either I’m a ghost, or every corner of this room has been deliberately set up so that no reflections can be seen.
Li Ang muttered to himself, "There are four possibilities now. First, the body I’m using now is my body transformed through the Origin of Life but stripped of its enhancement attributes. Second, it’s my own original, normal teenage body. Third, it’s the body of the character I’m playing. Fourth, it’s my body, but in this ’world,’ it’s considered the body of the character I’m playing."
Li Ang reached out to touch his left chest. I don’t feel a second heart or a second lung, so that rules out the first possibility.
Then he raised his hand, reaching towards his head through the cumbersome gloves.
Hmm, the helmet on my head covers it completely, leaving only my eyes and mouth exposed. It’s made of some kind of metal, quite sturdy. I absolutely can’t take it off with my current strength. At the front of the helmet, where it meets the Breastplate, there is a keyhole. It looks the same as the keyhole at the neck and chest position, probably opened by the same key. Different from the door lock.
Li Ang casually knocked on the helmet, listening to the dull sound by his ear. He then stepped to the wall, stood up straight with his chest out and stomach in, and stretched his hand flat against the wall, holding it above his head to measure his height.
About one meter eighty with shoes on, roughly the same height as my real-world body. And the voice I hear when I talk to myself sounds just like my accent in the real world.
Li Ang frowned slightly. He sank his breath into his dantian, bent his knees slightly, and let out a prolonged "HMMMM—" sound from his throat.
After three seconds, he calmly stood straight and said, "There’s a rush of blood; it’s male. All fingers and toes are here. The urge to excrete isn’t strong—I intentionally went to the bathroom before starting the mission. If I felt an urge to defecate now, that would prove this isn’t my body."
The attempts failed one by one, but Li Ang was not discouraged. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and exhaled. Then he narrowed his eyes and meticulously scraped his teeth with his tongue.
Thirty-two teeth in total. Their growth pattern is exactly like mine. There’s a faint hint of mint in my mouth, Li Ang raised an eyebrow, moistened his dry lips, and spat on the tiled floor.
He then boldly stuck a finger down his throat. Bowing his head, he retched violently and spat out a bit of yellowish acid.
Gums bleeding, stomach empty, no contents. So, this must be the fourth possibility: in my view, this body is my own. But to this ’world,’ the one I’m using still belongs to someone else. Unless this body is the counterpart of mine from a parallel dimension and has the same dental contours as I do.
Li Ang exhaled a turbid breath, expelling the sour taste from his mouth.
Everyone’s dental contour, like fingerprints, facial features, and irises, is unique. As an ordinary teenager with a wide range of interests, Li Ang could hand-draw his own fingerprints and dental contours from an early age. He had also made fake fingerprints, fake dentures, fake faces, fake blood packs, and contact lenses to obscure his irises, all to prevent exposing his personal identity information while on excursions to gather materials or when destroying evidence.
Tch, it would be good if I could vomit something up. I could use the type of vomited content to guess what the body’s owner ate for their last meal, and from there infer their class, economic status, and current identity.
Li Ang clucked his tongue regretfully, turned around, and started a thorough, methodical exploration for the room key.
He started with the wall. Li Ang walked over to the bedside, grabbed a corner of the patterned wallpaper, and tore the whole thing off, revealing the bluish-black brick wall beneath.
Thick, sturdy, perfectly joined. Impossible to break through with brute force, and no loose bricks hiding anything.
The spring bed, mattress, bed sheets, wooden chair, faucet, and other items were very ordinary, with no brand labels. He even lay on the floor and reached out to probe the plastic piping beneath the faucet, which was missing its U-bend, but still found nothing.
Then again, if God closes a door, He also opens a window... 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Li Ang walked to the far end of the room, stood on tiptoe, grabbed the latch, and opened the casement window.
Behind the casement window, there was another brick wall.
So what’s the point of this window? Is it purely decorative? Li Ang’s eye twitched. Or is this like those big-city basement apartments, where they have to put a window in the wall to make tenants feel like they’re living high up, just to help them relax? Could it be that real estate prices in the Otherworldly are also this outrageous?
He knocked hard on the window, confirming there was no interlayer within the glass and that it couldn’t be shattered.
This sturdy... is it bulletproof glass?
Li Ang set his heels back down and furrowed his brow, looking toward the only place in the room that hadn’t been searched yet: that tall metal cabinet.
Visually, the cabinet, adorned with Baroque-style embossing, was undoubtedly the item with the most Otherworldly character in the room. It stood over two meters tall. The cabinet seemed to be anchored in a corner; it was very heavy and remained immovable despite Li Ang’s full effort to pull it. He could only barely see a wire extending from the bottom of its back into the wall, and a metal pipe emerging from its middle section, hugging the wall and disappearing into the ceiling.
The front design is similar to beverage dispensers in self-service restaurants. Three inverted cones hang in mid-air, their tips hollow. The size of the hollow openings... Li Ang recalled carefully, then his eyes widened. It matches the metallic protrusion of the battery! The height from the drip tray to the cones is also just right for the battery.
So, it’s very likely this machine is designed to work with the battery, perhaps to fill it with liquid.
Li Ang checked under the drip tray but saw no residual liquid. After studying the metal cabinet for a while, he found no screws that could be undone. So, he pulled the lever on the left side of the machine, then stepped back several paces, hiding behind the upright spring bed and waiting silently. The metal cabinet shook violently for a moment, then quickly became still again, unmoving. No liquid dripped out.
Is it missing ingredients, or does a battery have to be inserted for it to work...?
Li Ang narrowed his eyes in thought. His gaze unintentionally swept over the top of the metal cabinet.
Hmm, wait, that is...
His eyes lit up. He moved a chair over from in front of the sink, stood on the seat, and reached up to take an envelope from the top of the metal cabinet. The metal cabinet’s earlier tremors had shaken the envelope, which had been placed on top, to the very edge, revealing a corner.
