Chapter 132: Other Players
The elevator began to descend.
Meanwhile, the barrage had already exploded.
"Oh no!"
"Our Lord Bill! How did he become such a fool?"
"Too stupid!"
"He actually got his face written on by a Korean!"
"Get him, Bill!"
"Where’s your dominance?"
"Applying for heritage! Must apply!"
"Gene Benua, what are you doing?"
"How dare you lay hands on the noble and beautiful person?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Beautiful brother, we were wrong!"
"This is all Gene Benua’s personal behavior!"
"Bear Nation Liquor Store!"
"Huh?"
"Did I see that correctly?"
"Menloa actually became a peacemaker?"
"The one who loves fighting the most turned into a peacemaker!"
"I think I understand now."
"Everyone has lost their memories."
"They probably think the other two are just local tourists, right?"
"Interesting."
"Interesting!"
"It really became reality!"
"The biggest bully, Bill, actually became the most miserable."
"And the one who loves fighting the most, Menloa, became the messenger of peace."
"Hahaha!"
"This trio is actually a little interesting."
The barrage continued surging.
No one had expected what was supposed to become a chaotic battle between national-level contestants to turn into a noisy brawl between three completely confused men.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
When the elevator reached the underground level, the doors opened.
Gene Benua immediately covered his nose in disgust and hurried out.
It was as though he feared that staying another second beside Bill and Menloa would contaminate the air around him.
"Damn."
"What terrible luck."
"When I become famous, I’ll have to apply for a special bus station for my country."
"That way, I can keep these alcoholics away from me."
In Gene Benua’s eyes, Bill and Menloa were nothing more than foreign tourists.
Drunks who had somehow wandered into Korea.
He quickly walked toward the station exit.
But the moment he reached the entrance, he stopped.
His expression became strange.
"Damn."
"Isn’t the square outside the station supposed to be Axis?"
"What is this?"
He looked around in confusion.
"Damn."
"Where has this place brought me?"
"Is this still Korea?"
He hesitated.
The other two soon walked out behind him.
"Brother."
"You should just stay home and stop wandering around."
"What if you go outside and encounter a bear?"
"Damn bears."
"There are no bears in the beautiful country of New York."
"There are only crocodiles in my backyard."
"Tsk."
"Look at you."
"You’ve drunk too much, haven’t you?"
"Blowing hot air."
"Have you ever even seen a crocodile?"
"You’re just bragging."
Menloa was genuinely trying to help.
He supported Bill by the shoulder and helped him limp forward.
The two continued arguing as they walked.
But when they reached the bus station and saw the vast white fog spreading before them—
They fell silent.
"Damn."
"This isn’t much fun."
"This isn’t the bus stop in front of my house."
"Where are we?"
"New York doesn’t have a bus stop like this."
The three men stood at the station entrance.
Their expressions were filled with confusion.
Then—
The thick fog slowly parted.
Three round shadows appeared in the sky.
They floated silently toward the bus station.
"Damn."
Gene Benua cursed and took the lead.
He stepped toward the station exit.
Above him, one of the shadows slowly descended.
It grew larger.
Larger.
And larger.
Soon, it completely covered him.
The empty bus station suddenly echoed with oppressive hissing laughter.
"Hehehe..."
"Hehehe..."
Gene Benua stopped.
He slowly looked up.
His face instantly turned pale.
A human head.
A human head the size of a hydrogen balloon was floating in the sky.
And that head—
Had Bill’s face.
Its complexion was deathly pale.
Its mouth slowly opened.
Rows of densely packed, steel-like teeth filled its jaws.
"Hehehe..."
"You finally came."
"Damn."
"Damn!"
Gene Benua’s eyes widened.
He instinctively stepped backward.
"What?"
"What?"
"What the hell are you?"
He stared at the enormous head balloon.
Then he looked back at Bill, who was still staring blankly into the distance.
His expression immediately darkened.
"Damn it!"
"It must be you!"
"You bastard!"
"You’re playing tricks on me, aren’t you?"
"Is that thing made by you?"
He grabbed Bill by the collar and dragged him toward the floating head.
As their identical faces drew closer, Gene Benua’s anger intensified.
"I knew it!"
"I knew it!"
"You damn bastard!"
"Is it you who brought me here?"
Bill was completely confused.
"I’m not doing anything!"
"Don’t think you can force me with these tricks!"
"Damn you!"
"We might as well all die together!"
Gene Benua gripped Bill’s neck with both hands.
He had heard plenty of rumors about the entertainment industry in Korea.
If someone wanted to become famous there, they had to be prepared to become a toy for the wealthy.
Considering the strange situation and the human-head balloon floating overhead, Gene Benua hadn’t considered anything supernatural.
Instead, he suspected that he had somehow stumbled into a bizarre entertainment show.
Perhaps some wealthy chaebol had arranged everything.
His fury grew.
His fingers tightened around Bill’s neck.
Bill’s eyes gradually rolled upward.
But at that moment—
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
Another human-head balloon suddenly floated over.
This time—
It had Menloa’s face.
The strangely smiling face widened its grin.
"They’re here."
"They’re all here."
"You..."
"You damn bastard!"
Seeing Menloa’s head floating in the sky, Gene Benua’s anger surged even further.
He was already annoyed with the two foreign brutes.
Now that he suspected all three of them were plotting against him—
He completely lost his temper.
He released Bill.
Then he raised his fist and charged toward Menloa.
"Huh?"
"What is this?"
"What kind of family custom is this?"
"Releasing human-head balloons?"
Menloa didn’t seem bothered by the furious man charging toward him.
He casually raised his large hand.
With a simple push—
Gene Benua was sent stumbling backward.
Menloa stepped outside the bus station.
He looked up at the sky.
A third human-head balloon slowly descended.
This time—
Suspended above Menloa’s head was a balloon bearing Gene Benua’s face.
"What is this?"
"A transformed drone?"
"Don’t say that."
"It’s actually kind of scary."
Bang!
Menloa suddenly jumped.
To everyone’s surprise, his physical strength was astonishing.
He actually leaped nearly two meters into the air and grabbed the falling head balloon.
"Hehehe..."
The head balloon laughed and wriggled strangely in his arms.
Menloa stared at it curiously.
"Hey, you two."
"Do you think we’re participating in some kind of reality show?"
"You know..."
"One where they randomly pick drunk people and make them participate in adventure challenges?"
Gene Benua, who had just gotten up from the ground, stared suspiciously at the head balloon in Menloa’s arms.
His expression became even stranger.
However—
The scene before them had already completely detonated the United Nations live-stream comments.
"What the hell?!"
"What the hell?!"
"Menloa, you idiot!"
"Let go of that thing!"
"Get that thing away from you!"
"No wonder they’re from Russia."
"I said their country doesn’t make many horror films."
"That’s real drinking!"
"They’re seriously not afraid!"
"Shen Yu almost died because of this thing!"
"And Menloa is hugging it like a pillow!"
"You guys’ contestants are incredible!"
"Hurry!"
"I’m dying here!"
"No hints!"
"They can only watch them guess blindly!"
"What reality show?"
"People are going to die!"
Just as the comments were about to completely explode—
"Hehehe..."
The three head balloons suddenly began to swell.
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
Their bodies rapidly inflated.
Then—
Three bloody cracks appeared across their faces.
From those cracks, wriggling masses of flesh slowly pushed their way outward.
The fleshy masses continued expanding.
Growing.
Twisting.
Becoming larger and rounder.
Finally—
Hiss!
From the sides of the three enormous heads, three smaller black faces suddenly emerged.
They were dead, distorted faces.
And all three belonged to the same person—
Picashelin.
The moment those heads appeared—
Menloa, Bill, and Gene Benua simultaneously felt something strange around their necks.
Their bodies stiffened.
Puff!
Puff!
Three fleshy growths rapidly emerged from their necks.
The lumps twisted violently.
Lines resembling eyes, noses, and mouths slowly appeared across their surfaces.
Then—
The faces began to take shape.
They were identical to the Picashelin heads floating above them.
"Hehehe..."
"They’re coming."
"They’re all coming."
In an instant—
Dozens of eerie laughs echoed through the thick mist.
The faces on their necks and the balloons floating in the sky all grinned simultaneously.
Their grotesque laughter reverberated throughout the abandoned station.
And the three men finally realized—
Something was terribly wrong.