Chapter 2266 Cruelty Of The Rules
Out of the entire group, there were several dozen of them who were survivors of Tartarus.
Mace, the fighter on the Divine Leaderboard, had entered multiple times.
Those veterans were most familiar with the brutality.
The other hundred or so of the party was there for the first time. At the sight of Mace’s fear, they too began to panic.
Standing on shaky knees, they turned their anxious and clammy faces to Mace for reassurance.
Being the most experienced member of the party, Mace addressed the party with some last-minute tips.
“Remember, if you can’t hold on any longer, press the button to call for help when you run toward the four doors. It’s your only hope in getting out of there alive.”
The fighters who entered Tartarus to train were allowed to call for help with a push of the button.
The staff of the Triple Group would then either open the doors for the fighters to exit or lure the mutants away.
However, the Triple Group was unable to guarantee their survival. Though they would provide assistance when called for, the chances of survival were slim as no one had no control over the mutants.
Furthermore, the doors were not allowed to be open for an extended duration for fear of the mutants escaping.
As a result, most of the deaths of fighters occurred during the path of escape.
Even after the doors were opened, they were ripped apart by the mutants who caught up to them.
After completing his briefing, Mace led the party in after the failed experiments that had been stuffed in containers were thrown in.
“All right, then. Here we go!”
The doors swung open with an ominous rumble and the party found themselves shoved in roughly by the guards who had accompanied them.
After the heavy metal doors swung shut, the silence was so deafening that it felt as if they were completely shut off from the outside world and into another that was far more sinister.
There was only a weak light ahead of them. If one strained hard enough, the surroundings were just barely visible.
The silence is too odd…
The party held its breath anxiously as they made their way forward on shaky knees.
It was the uncertainty that was the most frightening!
All of them were aware that the town contained tens of thousands of mutants and that thought alone sent a shiver down their spines.
As the group ventured deeper, more and more of them were beginning to regret being there.
“No, I want to turn back!” one of them suddenly whimpered. “I don’t want to die here!”
As the silence was broken, many more expressed a similar desire to leave.
Mace glared at them. “That’s impossible. The rules have been clearly stated that upon entry, the doors would be shut for the first hour.”
The measure was implemented to discourage deserters like them. If the rule was not enforced, everybody would leave before even coming into contact with the mutants.
It is a true test of patience against unknown dangers.
The party grew pale at Mace’s words.
“Let us just wait here,” someone suggested. “We’ll make a dash for it when the door opens after an hour!”
Mace chuckled in disdain. “The mutants have exceptional auditory sense. They’ve probably picked up on our arrival and are rushing here by now! The only way to make it out of this alive would be to group up and hold on for an hour before dashing out!”
“One more thing,” he added. “To prevent the mutants from escaping, the door that will open every hour will be the one with the least mutants around it. When one of you push the button for help, you will receive a message that the door is open and the most optimal path to your positioning at the moment.”
Holy sh*t!
The party stood frozen in fear.
So the standard for training is based on time. A door will open every hour and that is why the death toll is high.
Mace’s words turned the last sliver of optimism within the party into despair.
As they could not retreat, the only thing they could do was to get through it with Mace leading them.
