Chapter 1858: Another Karen Bites The Dust.


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    Taylor cursed in his heart. "This is not 100% simted reality. Body physics has been enhanced. No olddy should be able to move like that."


    He felt that she was cheating. But he didn''t go over to her to ask how she did what she did or use her of not behaving like a real olddy. Instead, he veered away from her at the fastest speed possible.


    He can curse and run for his life at the same time. Some people didn''t do so. They were gawking at the olddy while some were pointing usatory fingers at her.


    One person even matched forward to confront her. It was a white middle-ageddy. This whitedy hadn''t even spoken before the olddy had had enough. Just the look on the whitedy''s face that indicated an angry talking to had pissed her off the olddy.


    The olddy swung her de at the whitedy. The whitedy tried to protect herself with her strong arms by using them to block her face. This turned out not to be a good idea.


    Her strong arms disappointed her when it counted. The de sliced through them and cut into her chest. The whitedy fell to the ground, crying and bleeding.


    The olddy didn''t finish her off. Instead, she stepped onto the face of the dying woman and red at everyone around her.


    She asked them with a re, "What are you looking at?"


    The re was extra terrifying because of all the wrinkles on her face. But things became even more terrifying because the olddy didn''t wait for an answer as she ran towards the people around her with her de held high.


    People ran around in a panic. Some fell in their attempt to run and became pinatas for the olddy to hit with her sharp metal stick.


    Blood and flesh flew around as the de cut into people. The olddy was cackling the whole time. She looked possessed. It was a scene right out of a horror movie.


    Taylor didn''t stand by to watch. He didn''tment about the whitedy, though.


    "There goes another Karen, getting what they deserve."


    What happened to the whitedy was bad, but he couldn''t pity her much after seeing her approach a dangerous person with the mission to berate them.


    The olddy had just killed someone right in front of everyone. Even though her de didn''t have blood on it after the deed, it didn''t reduce her danger. And yet, the whitedy went over to be a nuisance.


    He shook his head and thought to himself, "No matter how real this world is, this is not the real world. The rules of the world don''t apply here. There is no police to uphold order. The sooner they can understand that, the better their chances of survival."


    People had always said that video games promoted violence. But they had no idea just how violent people can be when they can go all out without consequences. They were beginning to understand that just a few seconds into the trial.


    He ran for the safety of a building while, all around him, all hell had broken loose. People were rushing in various directions, and he was one of those people. Only a few of them were swinging des, trying to kill other people. But most of them were just running for safety in a panic.


    Taylor rushed into a building, then he began his search for a defensible position. The best ce that came to his mind was the basement or the top floor.


    He opted out of the basement because it would be dark, damp, and probably overrun by nts and critters. On the other hand, he would be able to camp on the top floor and vaurd the single staircase that led to it.


    So he made his way to the staircase and began climbing it. He removed the matchet from his bag and slung the bag to his back. Then he held the de in his right dominant hand so that he could use it at a moment''s notice.


    He knows that holding a weapon will make him look threatening, which might make others react with violence to him. But it might also make anyone he encounters back away from him.


    He made his way to the top floor, then he felt a ringing in his mind. He didn''t know what happened, only that he was falling. He caught sight of what appeared to be a giant cat with bloodied ws and his arm in its mouth before he cked out.


    Then he woke up abruptly and found himself back on his couch in his living room.


    "Fuck me," he roared when he realized what had happened.


    The prompt he received soon after only confirmed his conjectures.


    -You Have Been Eliminated.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    -You Have One More Free Chance.


    -You Can Have A Third Chance But It Will Cost You Your Life If You Fail It.


    -The Next Trial Will Be In 24 hours.


    -Make Up Your Mind Before Then.


    Heughed, "Of course. It will not be pleasurable for the sadistic Heavenly Corporation if people don''t put their lives on the line."


    He didn''t even question how they would take his life. He assumed that if they can beam a 100% reality simtion into his mind, then they can probably cause his mind to break from a distance too.


    He sat dejectedly on the couch and tried to gaze into the distance. But he couldn''t because the prompt remained in his field of view. It was a constant reminder of his failure and the sacrifice The will have to make if he continues failing.


    His recent failure and the price of continuous failures made him question his resolve. He wanted to know how far he was willing to go for his mother.


    Back in the trial, therge cat walked over to Taylor''s body, which was still fresh and bleeding. It began eating his body while paying attention to its environment for sudden


    sounds.