The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 4659 Desperate Escape (31)

Chapter 4659 A desperate escape (Thirty-one)

"Batman, I'm going to push the cage. Can you stand firm?" Superman looked a little worried, or rather, very anxious, constantly adjusting the angle, as if trying to find an angle that wouldn't let Batman hit the cage bars when pushing it.

Batman stood with his feet apart, leaning against the diagonal of the cage. He crossed his arms, looked at Superman, and said, "Trust my balance."

Superman clearly didn't believe it. When he reached out to touch the railing, he didn't even feel the electric current for a moment, he was too busy watching Batman's reaction, and only belatedly realized that he had been shocked and cried out, but he still wouldn't let go.

"Clark, Clark!" Batman called him several times before he responded. Batman said somewhat helplessly, "Don't do that, Clark, we have to go all out."

"How can you expect me to go all out to hurt you? That's inhuman!" Superman was clearly angry, but not at Batman, but at the level designer, showing that he had been holding a grudge for a long time.

Superman has never lacked courage and always manages to bring any evil to justice. However, the evil talent required to harm others far outweighs the righteous talent. Superman not only lacks this talent, but also possesses an instinctive aversion and rejection to it.

His arms began to tremble, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing. He knew that Batman needed him now, and as someone else's support, he couldn't be weak, just as Batman had always done.

He told himself countless times: This is just to complete the game, this isn't my intention, Batman won't be truly harmed. Superman seemed to have barely convinced himself, and the reason I say barely is because the way he pushed the cage was as slow as a slow-motion scene.

He gripped the lower middle section of the cage bars with both hands and pushed it little by little in one direction. It was more like he was lifting the cage, using the chains for support, but ultimately relying more on his own strength.

This clearly made him uncomfortable as well; the cage was constantly discharging electricity. With each shock, the muscles throughout his body trembled, his whole body shook, and his skin turned an unnatural red.

“Enough, Clark,” Batman yelled. “Stop it! Just give it a push! You only need one push!”

Superman seemed to have blocked his commands, just as he had many times disobeyed Batman's orders, and simply pushed forward with brute force. Unfortunately, this speed was far too slow, completely contradicting the original intention of exhaustive search.

Batman looked down at the water, which was now almost submerged the support panel below. At this rate, it would be better to proceed with the normal procedure. It seemed that was the only option.

Batman spread his legs even wider, not caring that his feet were touching the railings. He spread his arms, grabbed the two railings furthest apart, and with a sudden burst of power, swung like a pendulum.

That's right, this mechanism can also be operated by the person inside the cage, which is what makes it interesting. Before the water rises, the person inside the cage can use exhaustive methods, like swinging on a swing. In this way, one person will not get electrocuted at all.

Thor used this method. He simply made Loki stand to one side, went into the cage himself, closed the door, and started swinging on the swing. Loki was speechless.

It wasn't that he didn't want to stop him; he simply couldn't. The moment he mentioned stopping him, Thor pinned him down. Here, he couldn't use his deceptive magic, and words alone weren't enough to persuade him; he was utterly helpless.

Later, Loki was so angry he wanted to see Thor scream and yell from being electrocuted. But it was unclear whether Thor was too injured to feel anything or was just stubbornly refusing to make a sound. He swung on the swing in the cage, completely silent as if he hadn't been electrocuted at all.

On the contrary, Loki felt increasingly distressed. He turned away, leaning against the wall, not wanting Thor to see his tears. But Thor suddenly let out a howl, and Loki instinctively turned back. Thor howled again, then smiled at him.

“You love watching this, don’t you? Every time your tricks work, I jump and scream in the trap, and you clap your hands with joy,” Thor said with a laugh, though you could see his arm was trembling slightly. “Even though you didn’t set this trap, it’s better to laugh than to cry.”

Loki just stood there, stunned. He didn't know what to say or how to react; he simply couldn't control his tears.

“You’re finished, Thor,” Loki said, wiping away tears. “I’m going to tell Frigga what you’ve done. I’m going to tell Odin too. You’re finished…”

“No matter what, I’ve made you laugh more often than I’ve made you cry.” Thor was still swinging around. “Frigga and Odin both know that, so they won’t do anything about it. You should think about what would happen if Frigga knew you almost got pierced through by a steel needle…”

“You’re not allowed to tell her,” Loki raised his voice. “When we left, Frigga told you to listen to me. I told you not to tell anyone, and that’s it!”

Thor exerted his strength again, and the cage slammed against the left wall. This time, with a click, the door opened. Thor was still a little dazed when he fell out, and Loki was also stunned. Then, the cage chains slowly tightened, and the entire cage began to rise.

Thor touched the cage bars to make sure there was no electricity, then beckoned to Loki and said, "Come on up, we must have guessed right."

Loki was still bewildered when Thor dragged him to the top of the cage. It wasn't until the disc above opened, revealing an exit, and the cage rose like an elevator until they were near the disc, that he realized Thor's luck was simply unbelievable. The disc had eight positions, and you had to swing in three directions to open it. Thor swung four times, and guessed correctly on all but the first. What kind of inexplicable luck was this?

"Do you know what the most important quality of a battlefield commander is?" Thor tossed his hair and said, "It's not wisdom, nor courage, but luck. If I weren't so lucky, I would be dead long ago."

Loki was speechless. Didn't he know how lucky Thor was? All of Asgard knew of the World Tree's favoritism towards him; he always managed to escape danger and turn misfortune into good fortune. Even when he was thrown onto Earth, he managed to make a bunch of good-for-nothing friends. Although he encountered many difficulties, he almost never truly faced a desperate situation, all thanks to sheer luck.

“We’re not having much luck,” Pamela said, shaking her head. “We’ve been swung around in all directions, but we haven’t gotten the right answer. The water’s about to hit you, why don’t you get off first?”

“What if I get down and the mechanism stops?” Harley said. “I’m afraid we should overestimate the malice of the level designer and it’s better not to take the risk.”

Pamela had no choice but to continue shaking the cage. Their luck was truly terrible. Actually, the three directions didn't have a specific order; it was just that the calculation had to be quite precise, meaning they had to be exactly those three directions, without any deviation.

Normally, when someone is in a cage, they have to be very careful with every push, otherwise they'll get shocked for nothing. But these two wouldn't get shocked at all, so they could push however they wanted, pushing here and there without aiming at the right spot, which made the process very slow.

Fortunately, Pamela became more cautious later and started pushing the cage according to the angles of the room. The room's cross and diagonals correspond to eight directions, and she tried them one by one. With a click, the cage door opened, and the entire cage began to slowly rise.

Pamela touched the cage and found it was out of power, then went inside, calling out to Harley, "Come on up—"

“No, I’m not coming up. We might be able to see more from this angle,” Harley said. “Have you forgotten the figures we saw through that little gap? We didn’t see them clearly last time, but this time I have to catch them red-handed.”

The cage slowly rose, and Harley hung there. Logically, her perspective shouldn't have been any different from standing, but she pulled a stunt: she wrapped her legs around the cage bars, let go, and then tilted her body downwards, hanging upside down below. This way, she could look up from below.

As it turned out, she actually noticed something amiss.

As the cage ascends like an elevator, it passes over the floor above. Although the structure of the floor is visible when passing over it, the passageway is completely enclosed, making it impossible to see the specific structure from above. Only Harley took a different approach; looking up from below, she discovered a gap between the fixed disc that originally blocked the passageway and the side structure of the floor, allowing her to peek through that opening.

As luck would have it, there was actually a glimmer of light coming from inside the mouth. This time, Harley didn't scream. She just held her breath and, as the cage slowly rose, silently peered through the gap.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

Harley slowly covered her mouth. Once the cage was fully raised, she jumped down and whispered to Pamela, "I just saw a passage, and people went through it. There were six of them."

Pamela's hair stood on end. She said, "Are you sure you're not seeing things?"

“There’s no way I could be wrong. I didn’t just see shadows, I saw them in person. They were walking along the passage, as if they were going uphill…”

Harley was a little nervous too, because that scene was truly terrifying. Despite being a mental patient, she never played horror games. And unlike most people who are more afraid of physical horror, Harley, with her stronger associative abilities and more active mind, was more afraid of psychological horror scenes. What she had just experienced definitely qualify as psychological horror.

At this point, Pamela raised a crucial question: "Do you think what you saw of them was part of the storyline?"

Harley shook her head and said, "That opening doesn't look like it was specially designed. It looks more like the edging wasn't finished. The shape is a bit strange, and it's not very clear. And if it were specially designed, it wouldn't require such a strange posture to see it, would it? I'm telling you, besides me, probably only Dick could do it. Even Batman would have a hard time; his thigh muscles are too strong."

Pamela pondered and said, "If it wasn't a deliberately designed peeping scene, then the Battle Realm administrator didn't notice it when designing the level, so it should be considered a spoiler."

"What do you think those six people do?"

"It couldn't be cleaners or repairmen. First, they didn't bring their tools, and second, what kind of repair would require six people? There's no need to arrest a fugitive, is there?"

"That's hard to say. What if the fugitive is Batman?"

"Never mind, let's move on to the next level. This crucial information will come in handy eventually."