r18novel Chapter 166: Seeking Death!
Chapter 166: Seeking Death!
The trainee prison guards didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, instantly spreading out in the training field and quickly finding their partners.
Evelyn knelt down, pressed her hands against Lin Feng's calves to hold him in place, and applied slight pressure with her fingertips.
Lin Feng lay flat on his back, crossed his arms over his head, and straightened his back, waiting for instructions.
Meanwhile, Vassim and Anna were already in position.
"Beep—!"
A sharp whistle pierced the air!
Lin Feng moved almost the instant the whistle blew!
The core muscles of the waist and abdomen act like a fully charged spring, generating power, rising, and falling back, with the entire set of movements flowing as smoothly and precisely as a machine.
In just one minute, nearly 30 were completed.
Not far away, Vassim was equally impressive. His movements were full of power, and his speed was comparable to Lin Feng's. The two were like competitors on the field, forming a silent contest.
On the other side, Ryuichi Kamishiro started almost through gritted teeth.
The lying position itself puts pressure on the affected area, and as soon as you exert force, the pressure change in the pelvic area squeezes the fragile, swollen area hard.
His movements became extremely slow and completely lost their rhythm, and his breathing became completely disordered.
"waste!"
A cold, harsh voice suddenly boomed above Ryuichi Kamishiro's head. Qin Yue had appeared beside him unnoticed, her whip pointing straight at the ground, her eyes filled with impatience. "Five minutes have passed, and you've only done fifty?"
Ryuichi Kamishiro trembled, and just as he was about to explain his injury, Qin Yue's leather whip lashed down with a sharp whistling sound!
"Snap!" After a crisp sound, a bright red welt appeared on his thigh, and a burning pain spread along his skin.
"ah--!"
Ryuichi Kamishiro screamed, tears instantly welling up in his eyes.
His body twitched slightly from the pain, but he could only struggle to continue. When he got up, he had to pull himself up with his neck and arms, and his shoulder blades barely lifted off the ground before quickly falling back down.
The ten minutes finally came to an end.
When the whistle blew again, more than a third of the players on the field had failed to meet the standard.
Qin Yue, carrying a leather whip, walked past the line as if calling out names from behind the ranks, the tip of the whip precisely pointing at those figures who were ashen-faced and panting heavily.
"You're three short." "You're twelve short."
Each number announced was accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, the muffled thud of flesh being lashed, and an uncontrollable cry of pain.
Finally, Qin Yue stopped in front of Ryuichi Kamishiro, who was slumped on the ground, almost completely exhausted.
His chest heaved violently, his face was covered in sweat and tears, but the number he completed was appalling.
"Ryuichi Kamishiro," Qin Yue's voice was flat, "eighty fewer than usual. According to the rules, add four thousand sit-ups as punishment."
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Studio:
"Holy crap?! Four thousand?! I got 148 on my college entrance exam in math, but I think I miscalculated! Is this really something a human could do?"
"Forget about doing it, just hearing the number 'four thousand' makes my abs start to twitch!"
"At the speed he was just now, he wouldn't finish even if he didn't eat or drink until tomorrow morning! Is this a death sentence for sit-ups?"
"Hey upstairs, the point isn't speed, it's quantity! Four thousand! Don't you care about your back? Your spine's going to be grinding raw!"
"Any fitness gurus in the live stream? Come out and tell me, can professional athletes do four thousand sit-ups in one go? (Speechless.jpg)"
"It's no longer a question of whether it can be finished or not, but whether it will be sent directly to the infirmary (or morgue) after it's done."
"I hereby announce that the most terrifying phrase in today's live stream has been born—'four thousand sit-ups,' I can no longer feel my stomach..."
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"Four thousand...?!" Ryuichi Kamishiro suddenly raised his head, the last trace of color draining from his face.
He no longer cared about saving face, and practically crawled forward on his knees, crying out:
"Disciplinarian! I really can't do it! I... I'm injured in my rear end! I... I really can't! Please!"
Qin Yue looked down at him, her eyes completely expressionless.
"Can't do it? Then let's postpone it."
Ryuichi Kamishiro felt a glimmer of hope.
"Tomorrow at noon," Qin Yue's voice clearly echoed across the silent training ground, "you will do four thousand sit-ups in front of everyone at the cafeteria entrance. Only after you finish can you go in for lunch."
She paused, then added, "I'll have the 'Counting Spirit' watching you the whole time. If one is missing, or if one isn't accurate, then you can just watch others eat, understand?!"
Ryuichi Kamishiro's eyes widened, and the last faint light in the depths of his pupils went out, leaving only a complete and desperate emptiness.
A hoarse, self-destructive utterance escaped his trembling lips:
"...Then you might as well just kill me!"
The air suddenly froze.
All sounds on the training field vanished at that moment.
Two seconds later.
"Okay." Qin Yue's voice was terrifyingly calm. "I'll grant your wish."
Before she finished speaking, her hand had already slid to her waist, and a black pistol appeared in her hand. Without any hesitation, the muzzle was raised and aimed at Ryuichi Kamishiro's forehead.
"Holy crap, you're serious..."
Before Ryuichi Kamishiro could finish speaking, "Bang—!"
Ryuichi Kamishiro suddenly leaned back, and a tiny hole appeared between his eyebrows.
The final expression on his face was one of utter astonishment and bewilderment, mixed with the emptiness of finally being freed.
The training ground was deathly silent.
Everyone held their breath, as if their heartbeats had stopped. Countless eyes stared in horror at the body on the ground that was rapidly losing its temperature, then suddenly shifted to Qin Yue, who had sheathed her gun and looked perfectly normal. A chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
Almost at the same moment that Ryuichi Kamishiro fell to the ground, three black figures appeared silently like ghosts at the entrance of the training ground.
It was the three-man cleaning crew.
The female cleaner's crimson goggles swept across the entire area, pausing briefly on Qin Yue as if in a silent confirmation, before landing precisely on the corpse of Ryuichi Kamishiro on the ground.
She didn't say anything, and walked straight to the body.
With a flash of his dark blue cone, he precisely pierced the center of the corpse's collarbone.
"Sizzle..."
Amidst a low, humming sound, the corpse visibly shrank and collapsed.
In the end, only a complete, gray-white skin, frozen in a state of astonishment, remained, wrapped in an empty uniform.
The tools were pulled out, and they were as clean as new.
Another cleaner stepped forward and skillfully rolled the human skin into a tight roll like a scroll, then neatly tied it with a black leather belt.
The three cleaners, just as they had arrived, silently crossed the training field and disappeared into the shadows at the entrance.
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Studio:
"That's it...? One dissent and you're executed? That's too cruel!"
"Cruel? This is called strict military discipline! To defy a superior officer and disobey orders on the spot is to undermine morale in wartime, and execution is entirely justified!"
"Honestly, for Ryuichi Kamishiro, death would be a relief. Forget about doing four thousand sit-ups in front of everyone tomorrow; I'm afraid he won't make it through the next training session!"
"It's cruel, but it's a dog-eat-dog world, survival of the fittest!"
"Ryuichi Kamishiro is pitiful, but when I think about his humble background, all my sympathy vanishes immediately."
"Now everyone should wake up completely: this isn't a training camp, it's purgatory. Either become stronger, or become nothing but a shell!"