Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 543: Chapter 266: Will of the World (Part 2)

His face still held an expression of anguished crying, only now what flowed were tears of blood.

Wu Chang clapped his hands, ”Impressive, three folds, no matter how you fold, it has faces.”

Plop.

A phone fell out of Fujita Hideyuki’s pocket, the logo on the back was a pear with a bite taken out.

Fujita Hideyuki glanced at his phone, his eyes rolled upwards, bending his entire cervical spine in reverse, and then with a snap, he breathed his last.

Wu Chang sighed, this fruit user’s temper is too big, four folds really aren’t necessary.

Even though Fujita Hideyuki died, his death was not peaceful, a large red resentment surfaced on his body.

This was the first time Wu Chang saw a Blood-Colored Will since entering Night Island, it was clear that Fujita Hideyuki was really angry about not completing the four-fold.

He looked at the large red resentment, the scene in front of him flickered, entering into Fujita’s resentment.

”Fujita-san, did you discover anything new?” a researcher in a white down jacket asked.

Fujita Hideyuki said, ”I just discovered a new set of ancient characters, get someone to record it.”

”Okay, as expected of Fujita-san.”

After the researcher left, Fujita Hideyuki stared at the blank wall in front of him, showing surprise in his eyes.

The characters on the wall could only be seen by him, the whispers in his ears were indeed real!

While the other staff weren’t looking, he recorded in graffiti form the parts only he could see in his personal notebook.

The day’s expedition activity ended with Fujita Hideyuki’s great discovery, the exploration leader had already compiled Fujita Hideyuki’s latest findings and sent them off the island at the fastest speed.

It is said that over the past two days, the research center at the rear invited a genius ancient script deciphering expert named Wells, who has decoded many completely lost ancient scripts. He’s a genius among geniuses, the academic community praises his emergence, that he will bring back all lost civilizations.

Fujita Hideyuki showed a disdainful smile, the ruin he was in now was unlike any ruin he had visited before, and unlike any ruin known to the world.

Even a genius would only be an ordinary person here.

But it wasn’t long before Fujita Hideyuki stopped smiling.

Wells was indeed a genius, within just half a month of joining, not only did he finish deciphering the previously accumulated materials, he also completed deciphering parts of the script Fujita Hideyuki used for testing, and urged the front team to speed up the exploration.

The tone of urging was rather impolite.

At that moment Fujita Hideyuki realized, even among geniuses there are differences, the knowledge he was proud of, learned through practice, was worthless in front of Wells.

But it didn’t matter, he could chase.

Fujita forced a smile while listening to the presentation in the meeting room, when he stood up holding onto the table, the fake smile on his face disappeared when he turned his back to everyone becoming ferocious and greedy.

Just walking out of the meeting room, his steps began to stagger, large hallucinations appeared before his eyes, the ancient characters in the ruins seemingly possessing life, swirling around him, whisperingly reciting themselves.

The figures on the wall murals came to life, enacting the history recorded in the ruins for him.

He started laughing with a sneer, can those things be seen by geniuses?

No!

But as he grew a curiosity to explore and wanted to clearly understand the hallucinations before him, he again found that the figures in the murals transformed into colleagues at the base camp, and the colleagues morphed into fish-headed, human-bodied monsters, approaching him.

He tried to run, but couldn’t shake off this group of fish people, until he was cornered in the dead-end of the ruins.

”Ah!”

Fujita Hideyuki shouted, suddenly sitting up from bed, coming to his senses, he realized it was all a dream, he was sleeping in his own bedroom.

A single room of only a few square meters, to be precise, this wasn’t his bedroom, but an isolation room used to isolate team members with unstable mental states, who frequently see hallucinations and have nightmares.

The bosses behind the expedition team feared them going crazy, yet craved the inspiration and work efficiency brought by their madness, so they used this method to lock team members in small rooms when they were nearing collapse.

Every morning, a mental status survey form would be passed through the door’s meal slot.

If the test results were qualified, they would be let out to work, continuing to explore the ruins, if not qualified, they would be kept in the room.

Scratch, scratch.

He could hear the sound of a pen nib scratching against paper at the door, that bastard Pei Taiheng must be recording his nightmares, using it to deduct points on tomorrow’s test.

He wanted to shout outside, claiming he was a genius, he wasn’t crazy!

But he couldn’t, doing so would only make Pei Taiheng, the son of a beach, deduct two more points and gain no other results.

He couldn’t refuse being locked in here, not even refuse to fill out the mental status survey form.

Previously, an exploration team member dissatisfied with this model didn’t fill out the survey form, but instead made a big mess on it.

It’s said that for half a month afterward, he didn’t get a decent meal, and even if he did, it was fed through the meal slot he had contaminated.

Called exploration team members, but once they stepped onto Night Island, they had already become prisoners.

Only, for fame and fortune, they consented willingly.

Damned desire and damned bosses.

Everyone, including himself who caused all this, is damned!

Hoo.

He exhaled a stifled breath from his chest, then began to whimper, he didn’t want to be locked in the isolation room any longer, nor be treated as a madman to be discarded after use.