Lin Sanjiu watched as Number 17's hair, which looked like it was about to explode, fluttered and disappeared in front of her like a cauliflower. She shook her head and slowed down again.
The wind whistled on the runway, like a concentrated wave of sharp knives, determined to cut off a person's skin and flesh. Amidst the panting, footsteps, and heartbeats, Lin Sanjiu could vaguely hear that the main group of contestants had caught up with her. One by one, they ran past her.
She looked up tiredly. There were more than forty contestants when they started the race, but now, there were less than twenty left. She didn't know when it started, but the contestants melted like the snow in early spring.
Lin Sanjiu wondered how many people she had unintentionally sent to their deaths.
Just when Lin Sanjiu let out a long sigh, a faint figure appeared in the air not far away from her. It was the contestant with the big beard.
He had lost count of how many times he had run the race. Not only was he not affected by Lin Sanjiu, he even nodded at her when they passed by each other.
The other young male contestant was not as calm. When he caught up, he shouted, "Thank you so much for what you did just now!" Perhaps, he was almost swallowed by time. Most of the contestants had numb expressions on their faces. It was as if they didn't have the strength to show the pain they felt during the race.
Perhaps, Number 17 did not allow her to move forward because he wanted to ensure that he would be the champion. However, in order to see how the leading contestants would survive the second half of the race, Lin Sanjiu deliberately maintained her position at the back of the middle of the pack. She was less than a minute away from the starting line.
Soulsqn slumped listlessly on the plastic shell of her rocket. She tried her best to keep her eyes on the light and shadow behind her. Time was like a transparent snake, flickering and writhing in the air. It was as if it could not wait to devour someone.
"Hmm?"
After staring at the figure for a while, she suddenly let out a puzzled sound.
"What's wrong?"
"That fatty!" Soulsqn turned around. When she saw who it was, she exclaimed in shock, "He … He's still alive!"
Lin Sanjiu almost tripped over her own feet. When she regained her composure, she quickly looked behind her. At first, she didn't even see the fatty. Then, her eyes widened.
"What … what's going on?"
A fat, fair-skinned man who looked exactly the same was staggering behind another contestant with a pained expression. It was the fair-skinned fatty who had been swallowed by time twice. The only difference was that compared to the second time they met, he had shrunk even further. No wonder Soulsqn did not notice him at first. He was now about 1.6 meters tall. His head, body, limbs, and body fat seemed to have shrunk proportionally.
None of the other contestants who were hit by Time survived. Only this fatty, who had used some unknown method, survived.
Just as the thought flashed through Lin Sanjiu's mind, the fatty suddenly waved his hand in her direction.
"Is he calling for us?" Soulsqn stared at the fatty for a while and asked with uncertainty.
This question was quickly answered by the white fatty's voice. He seemed to be running with all his might. His skin and flesh were rippling like waves. When he got closer, his voice traveled across more than twenty runways and reached Lin Sanjiu's ears, "Help me! Help me!"
Lin Sanjiu looked at him. Before she could say anything, the fatty shouted again as he ran toward her, "You … You can … Can you save me? I really can't run anymore …"
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Sanjiu turned around to look.
The transparent glow that represented time was flashing behind her. The ground beneath her seemed to be slightly deformed. Lin Sanjiu wondered how many contestants had been swallowed by time since the start of the race and how many people had died because of her.
"How can I save you?" Lin Sanjiu turned to the fatty and asked.
"Can you let me be like her?" The fatty ran closer. Lin Sanjiu could see his high nose, deep eyes, and grayish-blue eyes more clearly. "I … I promise I won't slow you down!"
Lin Sanjiu already had Soulsqn on her back. If another fatty came along, Lin Sanjiu wouldn't have to run anymore. She could just wait for time to swallow her. Seeing that Lin Sanjiu was shaking her head like a rattle drum, the fatty panicked. He immediately shouted, "No, I don't need to carry you! You can just drag me and run … Is that okay? "
"Why are you so careless?" Soulsqn scoffed. "You are quite fat and heavy. If we bring you along, the two of us —"
Before Soulsqn could finish her sentence, the fatty suddenly gritted his teeth. As if he had made up his mind, he bent his neck and opened his waist.
Lin Sanjiu almost thought she had seen another Soul. As Soulsqn stuttered in shock, the fatty's waist split into two effortlessly, as if there was a zipper attached to it. Lin Sanjiu's eyes widened in shock as she watched Soulsqn split the fatty in half effortlessly.
As the old body fell limply to the ground, another fatty, who was even smaller than the one who was 1.6 meters tall, crawled out. The new fatty was only as tall as Lin Sanjiu's waist. He was still fat, but his voice was sharper, "Wait!"
As he spoke, the little fatty lowered his head and once again opened his waist.
The second fatty that crawled out was only as tall as Lin Sanjiu's calf.
Lin Sanjiu stared at the two old bodies lying on the ground, one big and one small. Her mind was in a daze. If the fatty hadn't screamed at her a few times, she wouldn't have snapped out of her daze. Once she regained her senses, she quickly scooped the fatty up from the ground.
Since he was too small, if she didn't help him, he would fall into the time behind her due to his short legs. Fortunately, the fatty was no longer heavy. Lin Sanjiu tossed him to Soulsqn and asked, "What happened? Did you escape from the time because of this? "
The fatty panted heavily after escaping from death. It took him a long time to catch his breath. "This … This is my ability … If it wasn't for it, I would have died the first time I was swallowed by time."
[Russian Nesting Doll]
Only the citizens of a country called Russia could develop this ability. Once the ability was formed, the posthuman would immediately become a series of "Nesting Dolls". Every time the ability leveled up, the posthuman would gain an additional "self". There was no need to worry about which one was the real self because all of them were.
Usually, the damage inflicted on the outer layer of the body would be isolated from the inner layer of the doll. This was to ensure that the posthuman wouldn't die unless there was a certain damage that could cause fatal damage to all of the posthuman's body. Of course, I won't go into detail about this.
"Oh," Soulsqn couldn't help exclaiming when she heard that. She looked at the fatty from head to toe, "Your ability is somewhat similar to mine!"
"Are you Russian as well?" The fat man asked in a daze. In the Olympic environment, his voice did not have a Russian accent at all.
"No, I also like this set of clothes." The flesh worm lay on the rocket shell. Her gaze as she stared at the fair fatty slowly changed. She seemed to be thinking about something. "If I were to wear you, I wonder which level I would be entering …"
The fatty quivered. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a commotion from the contestants in front of him. Lin Sanjiu and the others were shocked. Then, Lin Sanjiu heard Number 17's voice echoing faintly in the wind, "Attention everyone! We are about to reach the Twelve Worlds Division. The shot put competition is about to begin! "
Lin Sanjiu raised her head and looked into the distance. She couldn't help feeling her heart skip a beat.
There were a lot of people in the Twelve Worlds Division. Even though the shot put was a little unpopular event, the contestants still gathered in the distance. The distance between them and the track was a few thousand meters, and it was filled with a sea of shot put.
Under the rain of shot put attacks, speed was not the only thing that was going to be tested on the contestants.
There were only two or three minutes left before they entered the shot put area.
"Let me repeat myself," a slow, feminine, and deep voice suddenly rang out from the shot put area in front of them. The voice wasn't loud, but it was as if it was whispering into everyone's ears. However, it echoed clearly in everyone's ears, "I don't care if you die, but you can't make me angry. I've said it before. To me, none of you are important. You don't mean anything to me. The only thing you need to do is to finish the competition according to what I said. I can turn you into my puppets or not, but you don't have to worry about that. "
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