Feng Bujue was thankful that the potion was on SCP-173. If he did not get the potion after killing this mini boss, it would mean that he would have to search the room in the middle of the second corridor again. Thankfully, that was not a problem. He had not only obtained the mission item, his death had saved him the time he needed to traverse the corridor. In that case, the expenditure of those two Contra Medals was more than worth it.
After Feng Bujue obtained the potion, he did not hurry to leave. He squatted down and started to search among the pieces of the dead body to see if there were any other rewards. After all, his hands and body were already covered in blood, so he did not mind being stained a little more. Furthermore, he was not one to mind being dirty.
It had to be said that this was one of his strengths. All this while, Feng Bujue had been able to calmly look at and even deal with things that a normal person would find unbearable. For example, dead bodies that had been left there for three days and had already been laid eggs by flies or skunk nests in old trash. Those were all within his tolerance limit. In reality, whenever he came across a new disgusting substance, Feng Bujue's tolerance limit would expand. To put it more bluntly, he had discovered a new limit, but to put it more bluntly, he had reached a new lower limit.
Searching the body did not take too long. One minute was enough to confirm that there was nothing on the boss other than the mission item.
As Feng Bujue read the description of the item, he stood up and walked into the fan-shaped area.
— — — Name: Unknown Chemical Potion (B)
Type: Plot Item
Quality: Normal
Function: One of the ingredients to synthesize an antidote.
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: Cannot be stacked with similar items. — — —
"This is strange …" When Feng Bujue saw the remark, he was reminded of a problem. In his inventory, seven slots were taken up. The items inside were: Mario's Wrench, Flashlight, Stool of the Eighteen Bronze Statues (No. 5), SCP-500 (1920), Anti-gravity Gun, Contra Medal x2, and One-Shot-Kill Pistol.
Adding this Unknown Chemical Potion (B), he had 810 Inventory Points. According to the note, the three bottles of Potions A, C, and D should each occupy an inventory.
Other than the pocket, when Feng Bujue obtained the last potion, his inventory should have been full. However, he did not need to place the last potion into his inventory because after he obtained all four potions, he could combine them into one, and there would be no awkwardness of running out of inventory space.
Even though this could be a coincidence, combined with the fact that Billy had mentioned SCP-500 on the radio at the start of the scenario … Feng Bujue was more willing to believe that the designer of this game had a good understanding of his situation. Not only the items in his inventory, even his skills, stamina, and equipment had been taken into consideration.
If the scenario was created by the system based on the player's characteristics, then … this' game 'was designed by the system. Billy, on the other hand, was just a messenger for the system. Did that mean that … Billy himself was only instilled with the consciousness of "I designed this game" by the system?
Therefore, when he used Strategic Victory, he would not be able to see anything because this scenario did not have a real boss. It only had a set of rules, a player, and several specific chess pieces.
After Feng Bujue returned to the fan-shaped area, he turned back to look at the second corridor. He realized with a shock that the body parts and blood stains on the ground had all disappeared. It had become an empty corridor again, but the blood on his body was still there.
"So, that's how it is …" Feng Bujue seemed to understand something. He did not stay for long because of that. At that moment, he had a personal time of about forty-six minutes. If everything went smoothly, at sixty-five minutes, he would appear in the prison cell at forty-one minutes on the map, and he would have three potions in his hand.
In terms of average time, this was just right.
As Feng Bujue thought about it, he entered the fourth corridor and raced down it. Even though the Contra Medal had revived him, his Stamina Points did not return to full after the revival; they were still depleted at the same rate. Even with the aid of Jazz Shoes, Feng Bujue's Stamina Points started to run out. Currently, he was at 8941800. It looked like he had just passed the halfway mark, but anyone who had run a marathon before would know that the further one ran, the more tired it would be. Furthermore, Feng Bujue was running a marathon in a continuous state.
This scenario was a double marathon of physical and mental power. This marathon was not about sportsmanship, but it was a game of desperation with a line of death.
…
After entering the corridor, five minutes passed in the blink of an eye. The door of the room appeared in front of him at about the same time.
At that moment, Feng Bujue suddenly realized that he had not run down a whole corridor. He had only run the first half of the third corridor, and he had only run the second half of the second corridor. Furthermore, it was unknown whether the room where the mini boss was located was closer to the front or the back. Therefore, even if he could estimate the length of the fourth corridor from the beginning to the end, he could not tell which corridor was the shortest compared to the other corridors.
"No wonder the rabbit did not know which corridor was the shortest." Feng Bujue mumbled to himself. "One is because it has only been to the first corridor, and two is because … I, who appeared at the forty-first minute, even though I have already run through three corridors, I still have no idea how long it is. If I knew, I would have told the rabbit. "
He used a Sakamoto-style slide and floated to the door. He reached out to grab the doorknob and pushed the door open.
This was a rusted iron door. It was quite reminiscent of a Saw movie. The room felt like a dark dungeon. After the door opened, there was the sound of gears and axles moving. It meant that some mechanism had been triggered.
Feng Bujue did not plan to leave himself an escape route. He knew that using things to block the door was probably going to be pointless. There was nothing in his inventory that could block the door. The flashlight and stool might be crushed, and the wrench … if it broke, then the loss would be …
Click!
The light came on, and it lit up the whole room. Above the dungeon, there was an iron cage hanging from a chain. Billy the puppet was inside the cage. His pair of red and black eyes were looking down at Feng Bujue through the iron bars.
The low and hoarse voice came from the puppet. "Hello, Feng Bujue. I want to play a game with you. "
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