What sound does it make when metal slowly saws through flesh?


    The answer is silence. Until the saw encounters something truly hard, it''s a sensation of leather rubbing, like two pieces of cowhide grinding against each other, trying to wear one out.


    Against the already red backdrop of the Hell of Lava, that leg turned even redder in an instant.


    The world seemed to pause for a moment, like a freeze-frame in a black-and-white silent film, with only the sizzling sound of a steak being seared in the air.


    "Ahhhhh!!!"


    A piercing scream echoed, but it wasn''t Lu Ce''s voice; it was the woman hanging beside him.


    Lu Ce hadn''t reacted yet, but her voice had already turned into a pig-slaughtering wail.


    "What are you doing! Stay away from me!"


    She had entered with a gamer''s mindset, never having witnessed such a scene. Could this really be happening, just sawing like that?


    Watching the masked figure beside her, she began to thrash and struggle violently in the air, babbling incoherently as fear completely consumed her reason, her mind on the brink of collapse.


    [Chosen of Pain, Pain Value +3!]


    [Chosen of Pain, Pain Value +2!]


    The continuous increase in Pain Value delighted Lu Ce, but the woman''s pig-like screams beside him left him speechless.


    He looked at the woman, exasperated, and quipped: "Seriously, why are you screaming? It''s not your leg being sawed.


    Besides, you''ll have to saw it later anyway. Why not get a feel for it now? It might help you then. What? Or do you want to try it now?"


    As he spoke, Lu Ce extended the saw in her direction, as if inviting her.


    Seeing the blood-soaked hand holding the saw, the woman fell silent, passing out from fright.


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    Scared unconscious by the perverse gameplay!


    Now she could only hope that when she woke up, it would all just be a dream.


    "Really... couldn''t even mentally prepare before coming in."


    Lu Ce casually scared off a spectator and continued sawing his leg.


    Sawing off one''s own leg, aside from the excruciating pain, was more of a mental torment, a spiritual torture.


    But the Mask of Sin in Greed Mode left Lu Ce without even the slightest psychological burden. As long as the Pain Value increased, as long as he gained what he wanted, this negligible cost was completely ignorable.


    There''s a saying: When profit reaches 50%, people will take risks;


    When profit reaches 100%, people dare to trample all human laws;


    When profit reaches 300%, people dare to risk their lives.


    But for Lu Ce now, even a one percent, or even a possible benefit, was enough to make him risk everything. Greed made him thoroughly enjoy the feeling of dancing on the edge, seeking fortune amidst danger.


    That feeling was enough to drive one mad!


    The saw blade was now halfway through, and aside from the woman beside him, the other participants also turned pale.


    Who wouldn''t be scared by such a graphic scene?


    Especially with this masked maniac in front of them, sawing himself without uttering a single sound of pain, occasionally even chuckling.


    It truly gave them the feeling of being in hell.


    "Bro, you''re amazing. We were a bit overconfident entering this game..."


    On the other side, a man, pale-faced, spoke to Lu Ce, but according to the audience, he was also someone who had participated in and cleared the beginner''s game.


    "When it''s time to cut, you cut. Choosing to cut your leg first, impressive. Your first game''s score and ranking must be quite high."


    "But look! You''re sawing the left leg now!"


    "Oh?" Lu Ce looked at his bloody left leg. "Is there a problem?"


    "The iron shackle is on your right foot. What''s the point of sawing the left leg?"


    "I want to saw it, can''t I?" Lu Ce swayed, full of confidence, then shouted into the air:"Who said you have to saw the right leg? I just want to saw the left leg, is that okay?!"


    This time, Lu Ce''s shout was directed at the entity similar to the "game organizer" that had previously communicated with people.


    But this time, the mechanical voice that had appeared several times before did not respond.


    Lu Ce didn''t care. After all, his plan was a gamble, win or lose, at least there was the occasionally increasing Pain Value, right?


    The other players watching turned their heads, eyes filled with despair.


    One person beside them had fainted from fear, and another seemed to be a mentally challenged maniac. If they had the chance to survive, they would never dare participate in such a deadly game again.


    Not only them, but even the Chosen Ones who were currently spectators all agreed with the correctness of their choice.


    [This is the Hell difficulty game? Good thing I didn''t participate...]


    [Too terrifying. Are all perfect-clear players such lunatics?]


    [Facing such an extreme game, perhaps only a lunatic could calmly saw a leg.]


    [But it''s useless. He''s ruthless enough, but his brain doesn''t seem to work well.]


    Most of the audience looked at Lu Ce, the "perfect-clear" player, and the terrifying scene, marveling at his bravery but lack of wisdom.


    However, among the spectators, there were those who weren''t just watching. Some were smart enough to gather information for future plans and understood Lu Ce''s intention.


    A Chosen One named "Blank," now a spectator, shared his insights on Lu Ce''s live screen.


    [Blank: You don''t really think a perfect-clear player could be stupid enough to saw the wrong leg, do you?]


    [Blank: If I''m not mistaken, he''s playing a game with the rules. Do you remember what he said earlier?]


    [Blank: In previous conversations, he asked what would happen if sawing off the leg didn''t lead to rescue, and gave an example of accidentally falling into lava.]


    [Blank: His goal was to inquire about all possibilities of not being rescued by sawing off the leg, but he deliberately diverted attention to irrelevant areas.]


    [Blank: And in the end, he casually asked if sawing off the leg would definitely lead to rescue, but that was the real revelation—there are many ways to saw a leg, including not sawing the trapped leg.]


    [Blank: And the organizer, misled by the previous diversion, gave a definite answer.]


    [Blank: That''s why he sawed the left leg!]


    [Blank: Although it''s just a word game, he executed it without hesitation for possible benefits... Perfect-clear players are indeed monsters of maximizing benefits, with pain and their own legs... all out of consideration.]