YM778.TV Chapter 674 Feel your own pain.
Chapter 674 Feel your own pain.
The revelation that Agent \'X\' was dead, coupled with the strange and surreal nature of the game show, sparked a torrent of questions and theories. He had initially brushed off the bizarre events as a twisted illusion conjured by the Red Sands, a place known for its mind-bending realities. But now, a more unsettling possibility began to take shape in his mind.
What if he wasn\'t the only one trapped in the Red Sands? What if the audience, the other contestants, and even Agent \'X\' were also ensnared in its grasp?
The notion sent a chill down Lenny\'s spine. The Red Sands was a place of endless mysteries, its realities often more perplexing and convoluted than one could fathom.
Lenny\'s thoughts turned to Athena\'s words about the Nether, "Time does not exist in the Nether. It is eternal." If the Nether\'s past, present, and future were indeed merged into a singular existence, then the implications were staggering. It meant that their perceptions of time and sequence might be entirely irrelevant here, that they could be caught in a web that spanned beyond their understanding of reality.
However, comprehending such a concept was daunting. Lenny\'s mind struggled to grasp the full extent of what it might mean. The Nether\'s nature, with its eternal and timeless existence, was a puzzle that seemed beyond the reach of mortal understanding.
He also remembered the words of the embryonic soul of the Satan system. The soul had said that lenny\'s mind was too young and too narrow to comprehend the mysteries of this realm. Those words still hung heavy in Lenny\'s heart.
It even further explained that all he could see was his mind trying to make sense of the impossibilities of the nether realm.
Meanwhile, the game continued unabated. Agent \'X\', seemingly undisturbed by the deeper implications of their situation, had made his choice from among the muscular men presented by the Magistri. The chosen one, a towering figure of strength and intimidation, stepped forward to carry out the task. Just as Lenny had taken three bullets, Agent \'X\' was to receive three back shots from this man.
The audience watched with bated breath, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation and the underlying current of tension and mystery that Lenny\'s thoughts had stirred.
The game show was proving to be more than a mere competition.
As Agent \'X\' prepared to face his chosen ordeal, Lenny continued to ponder the enigmas surrounding them. The Red Sands, the Nether, the nature of their reality—all these elements swirled in his mind, forming a labyrinth of questions with no easy answers. But for now, survival and understanding the game were paramount.
The next thing that happened took Lenny by surprise. It was only now that he couldn\'t help but get curious as to how Agent \'X\' died. After all, he got a gun and three bullets for getting the answer wrong.
surely, Having to choice from a set of burly men raised many questions. Lenny was not one to enjoy watching pornography of any kind, but he was now very interested in what was going to happen next.
Just as he taught, Agent \'X\' a man well in his fifties was flipped upside down like a chef would a pancake. And then the muscular man unveiled his mamba. It was of legths lenny was sure those galdiators at the arena would greatly envy.
The muscular man chuckled a little as he flapped his member on the butt chheks in front of him before pouring saliva for the penetration. A resounding scream that echoed all around the place was heard many lenny shrike back a bit in disgust , his face showing the horror of what he had just witnessed.
lenny unable to watch the disgust happening before his eyes rather not look. the screams did not stop until he had collected three loads from the burly man.
Of course, through out the entire time, the mentally sick audience had been cheering happily.
After the disturbing and brutal event that Agent \'X\' had endured, the mood in the room was one of unease and discomfort. Blood stained the ground, a grim reminder of the ordeal just witnessed. Agent \'X\', visibly in pain and unable to sit properly, presented a pitiful sight.
Lenny, however, couldn\'t contain his reaction. Whether it was a coping mechanism or a genuine sense of rivalry, he laughed loudly, taunting Agent \'X\'. His laughter cut through the tense atmosphere, a harsh sound that seemed out of place amidst the horror of what had occurred.
The Magistri, ever the orchestrator of the show\'s dramatic ebbs and flows, stepped forward. "Even for I, it was a difficult scene to watch. After all, Agent \'X\'\'s insides seem to want to fall out of his body!" His comment, though delivered with his usual dramatic flair, did little to lighten the mood. Instead, it seemed to acknowledge the brutal reality of the game they were all a part of. The audience, caught up in the spectacle and detached from the suffering before them, laughed wildly once more.
Seeking to move on from the gruesome scene, the Magistri announced the next segment of the game. "It is now time for the second segment of the game. This game is titled SPIN THE WHEEL!" His voice boomed through the room, heralding the next challenge.
At his cue, a group of babies, those peculiar and unsettling attendants of the show, rushed forward. They were pushing a massive wheel, its size and design dominating the stage as they maneuvered it into place. The spotlight followed its entrance, highlighting the intricate patterns and various segments marked on its surface.
The wheel itself was an imposing sight, its presence introducing a new level of anticipation and uncertainty. What did this new game entail? What fates lay in wait within the segments of the wheel? The audience, still reeling from the previous event, watched with a mix of curiosity and dread.
As the wheel settled into place, the Magistri prepared to explain the rules of this new segment. Lenny, observing the setup, braced himself for what was to come.