Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 110
Chapter 110
Chapter 110: Mamba out
"Damn it..."
Tiffany's eyes went wide.
As the 【Gambler】, she knew the rules of every kind of gambling operation inside and out.
Her reason for entering this high-stakes game had been to complete the other 4 games!
To force the Slot Machine into triggering this Master Reselection Ceremony!
And then subjugate it on the spot!
Under normal procedure, the powerhouses participating in the high-stakes game!
Would have been able to freely select their divine roles in the Werewolf game based on the number of chips invested and their own power ranking!
On top of that, the ultimate winner could even use Ghost Coins to purchase surplus "trash roles"!
And forcibly deal them to low-ranking gamblers who hadn't participated in the card game, turning them into cannon fodder.
But now...
Tiffany lowered her head and looked at the back of her hand.
There, a 【Villager】 mark had been branded into her skin.
The next moment.
Tiffany's face drained of all color!
Because she could feel it clearly.
With the activation of that mark, the power that had been surging through her body was being stripped away!
Her physical condition.
Her various bodily functions...
Had been forcibly reduced in a single instant, from Grade A, all the way down to!
Grade F—the level of an ordinary human!!
This was the mandatory rule-based suppression brought on by the Villager Mark!
It reduced even the mightiest of powerhouses, from the inside out, into a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!
"So that's it..."
Tiffany finally understood what the Thousand-Face Demon Lord was actually trying to do.
As the Hospital Director—the absolute house of this ultimate gambling match.
He had never intended to play out some slow, methodical game of wits with these "gamblers"!
He was going to flip the table entirely!
He intended to use the most brutal method possible to seize every last trump card and every last life from these fat sheep at once!
He was going to use all the "Gundam Parts" from everyone outside the Director's Faction to complete the Fate Slot Machine's final Special-Grade evolution!
‘What a vicious scheme...’
Tiffany bit through her own lip, blood seeping out, murmuring to herself.
‘And that so-called 10th floor high-stakes game...’
‘Was nothing but bait he dangled to lure arrogant powerhouses like us into gathering in one place!’
‘So he could use spatial displacement to scatter us, then brand us with the most worthless Villager mark in advance...’
‘That way, he and his Ghost Doctors could pick us off one by one—our power stripped to the absolute limit—with no resistance left in us...’
If she'd guessed right.
It wasn't just her.
Every human powerhouse who had walked through the door of the Fate Casino just now!
Had almost certainly been scattered and teleported to different areas, and...
Had all been forcibly branded with the 【Villager】 mark, their power reduced to a dead end!
And the Director's Faction led by the Thousand-Face Demon Lord...
Were very likely...
All 【Werewolves】!
Because under the rules of Werewolf, players who received the 【Werewolf】 mark!
Were not suppressed at all—in fact, when night fell, their physical abilities would be forcibly amplified by 10 times!
As for the rest of the unfortunate gamblers...
Aside from the rare lucky few who drew roles like 【Hunter】 or 【Witch】 that allowed some degree of resistance.
The vast majority of gamblers would become nothing more than Villagers inside this massive slaughterhouse...
With nothing left to do but wait to be torn apart.
....
Seattle Mercy Hospital, 2nd Floor Safe Zone.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
"Ahhhhh!! Help!! Don't eat me!!"
The 2nd floor Safe Zone, already chaotic to begin with, had now devolved into a living hell.
Gunshots...
Cries of agony...
And the sound of blades splitting through bone...
All wove together into a symphony of death...
The army of Supervisors belonging to the Director's Faction had moved in almost simultaneously...
Flooding into the Card Players' Association's territory!
They swept through everything in their path, driving straight up to the 6th floor!
"Roarrrr!!"
They rampaged through the corridors.
Whenever they encountered those addicts and gamblers who'd been thrown into a panic...
The Supervisors charged straight at them and carved them into a scattered mess of bloody pieces!
They didn't feed on the spot.
Instead, they rapidly packaged the relatively intact organs and flesh and hauled them away.
Of course, a few gluttonous ones were unavoidable.
One slightly larger Supervisor grabbed a screaming woman.
It tore her in half from the middle like pulling apart a strip of dried chili, then crammed both halves into its mouth and gorged itself with relish.
But the very next moment!
It was set upon by a frenzied mob of surrounding Supervisors!
Dozens of Bone-Cleaving Knives came hacking down in unison.
Chopping that greedy comrade apart just the same, turning it into "Gundam Parts" to be hauled off along with the rest.
In this absolute purge, not only humans had to die—even ghosts who broke the rules had to go!
In no time at all, the lower city district that the Card Players' Association had managed with such meticulous order was reduced to hell.
Blood and severed limbs lay scattered everywhere.
......
Seattle Mercy Hospital, 11th Floor, Foot-Spa Ghost's stronghold.
Compared to the humans in the lower city district who had no means of resistance whatsoever.
The ghosts entrenched on the 11th floor, being cursed creatures themselves, were clearly far more tenacious!
"Man!"
"What can I say!!"
With an American-style battle cry!
A powerfully built dark figure standing over 2 meters tall, wearing a tattered orange jersey emblazoned with the number 【24】.
Bathed in blazing fire, he leapt high into the air!
In mid-air, he actually shaped a fireball with his bare hands!
Then brought it down in a thunderous axe dunk, slamming it straight onto the head of a Supervisor charging in!
Boom!!
That massive Supervisor was instantly incinerated into a lump of charcoal by the dunk!
But he didn't stop.
After landing, he snatched up the charred Supervisor's corpse in the same motion.
He actually kneaded it into an even larger fireball and hurled it at the cluster of Supervisors ahead!
Boom!!
A violent explosion detonated in the corridor, sending a storm of flames surging outward!
An entire mob of Supervisors were reduced to ash in an instant!
He was the Basketball Ghost—the Grade A Cursed Creature whose standing on the 11th floor ranked second only to the Foot-Spa Ghost!
As for why a basketball-playing ghost could produce fire and shape fireballs—
Don't ask. The author did his best.
Seeing their second-in-command fight with such heroic ferocity.
The weaker cursed creatures huddled in the rear immediately erupted into cheers.
The Basketball Ghost turned around with supreme confidence, flashing a thumbs-up to his underlings to signal that things were temporarily under control.
Then.
He looked down with mild curiosity at the brand that had just appeared on his arm.
But because he was already as black as a lump of coal, the brand was completely invisible against his skin.
He could only grab a handful of laundry powder from nearby and scatter it on his arm before he could barely make out the image.
A pair of crossed hunting rifles.
"Oh~so it's the 【Hunter】 mark."
The Basketball Ghost understood at once.
No wonder he hadn't been suppressed just now—if anything, the power inside him had surged to more than 10 times its usual level!
Because under the rules of this Werewolf game.
The 【Hunter】, as one of the rare divine roles.
Received the exact same physical amplification multiplier as the 【Werewolf】!
The Basketball Ghost rubbed his hands together in delight, nodded, and prepared to lead his underlings in a counterattack.
But at that very next moment!
He suddenly felt something was ten, maybe even nine parts wrong!
Because...
The noisy cheering that had filled the corridor just a moment ago had vanished into thin air in an instant!
At the same time, an overbearing aura appeared directly behind him!
The Basketball Ghost reacted with blinding speed, instinctively spinning around, a fireball already forming in his hands ready to counter!
But when he saw what stood behind him, he froze.
It was...
A medical hospital bed?
Whoosh!
The Basketball Ghost didn't even manage to throw the fireball.
The entire ghost was forcibly pinned down, restrained onto that bed!
The next second.
Space shifted!
The Basketball Ghost, together with the bed.
Was teleported in an instant to the rooftop hundreds of meters above Seattle Mercy Hospital!
He hadn't even had time to struggle.
The Chief of Orthopedics, hanging upside down from the bed, adjusted his reading glasses.
Bzzzz!!
A rusted electric saw descended from above, splitting the Basketball Ghost straight down the middle in an instant!
Thud.
He collapsed into a pile of smoldering charcoal on the rooftop.
"Mamba...out."
......
Seattle Mercy Hospital, 20th Floor Rooftop.
"What the hell!! What just fell down here?! Scared me half to death!"
Liu Rui, who had just finished eating his bread, was so startled by the half-charred corpse that he launched himself straight up from the ground.
Ye Yilin grabbed Liu Rui and pulled him back.
"Watch out! That Werewolf game Desperado-sis warned us about has definitely already started!"
"That thing that fell from the sky was a ghost!"
Guo Shuai, by contrast, appeared relatively composed.
"Relax! Everyone stay calm!"
"Cursed creatures fear the sun—this rooftop hasn't been covered by that kind of black mist from those creatures yet, so it's temporarily safe."
"As long as we hold the entrance..."
But just as he pointed at the sky, the words barely out of his mouth.
Whoosh!
The next second, rolling black mist swallowed the sky in an instant!
The entire rooftop plunged into darkness!
"Huh?"
Guo Shuai's hand was still frozen mid-point in the air. He immediately furrowed his brow and almost raised a hand to slap himself.
Quanquan, standing beside him, delivered a perfectly timed follow-up stab.
"Daddy~ you really are such a jinx~"
"Something's coming!! Everyone be careful!!"
Veteran prison guard Shi Zhongshan had no time for jokes.
He suddenly bellowed a sharp warning and pointed at the single door leading to the rooftop.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Dense, rapid footsteps, accompanied by the sound of blades dragging along the floor, came screaming toward them from the stairwell on the other side of the door!
"I'll brace the door!!"
A young prison guard named Xiao Li reacted instantly and was already sprinting to throw his body against the door!
"Don't go!! It's dangerous!!"
Guo Shuai saw it and immediately shouted for him to stop.
But it was already too late.
With the official launch of the rigged Werewolf game!
Every Safe Zone rule throughout the hospital was nullified in an instant!
Including this door!
Splat!!
The next moment, a Bone-Cleaving Knife punched straight through the door!
"Ughhh..."
The blade's momentum didn't slow—it pierced straight through the chest of Xiao Li, who had just thrown himself against the door!
Crash!
The Supervisor outside lifted Xiao Li, door and all, like a skewer held up in the air!
"Xiao Li!!!"
Shi Zhongshan and the other 2 prison guards cried out.
Yet even with a blade run through his chest, blood pouring from his mouth.
Xiao Li had not given up.
In this final moment of his life, the fighting spirit of a police officer erupted from within!
"Brother Shi..."
Xiao Li gripped the Bone-Cleaving Knife that had run through him, and with his other hand reached for his waist and pulled out a High-Explosive Grenade.
He looked at those familiar faces he knew, a smile forced onto his face.
"You all...have to live on."
With that.
Ding!
He pulled the pin out with his teeth, mustered the last of his strength, and roared.
"Go to hell, you monster!!!"
Then, he locked both arms around that Supervisor's neck, and with everything he had left, wrenched it backward!
Boom!!
An explosion erupted at the stairwell entrance!
Man and ghost perished together, blown into a ground scattered with pulped flesh and shattered pieces.