The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 296 Endgame!

"cloth"

"Winner. John Kramer."

The bartender gently read the final ending.

All William's fantasies were pulled to the bottom at this moment.

"How...how is it possible?" William looked blankly at the darkness in front of him: "No, you are lying! I am the one who wins!"

The bartender looked at William's hysterical look, and just smiled as before: "I'm not lying."

"Then he has no nose, no mouth, how could he still be breathing?"

"Oh, it's a very short answer for you to ask this, because his mouth has not been completely sealed."

"What?" William was completely dumbfounded. : "Why is this happening? You cheating?"

"Hehe." The bartender shook his head: "I didn't cheat, it's actually very simple, it's just that you don't have eyes, so you can't see."

"Fart, well, I know he has a [mouth] chip in his hand, but as you said, the betting chip can no longer be exchanged for organs, even if it can be exchanged, then he will lose this chip, then he It was right to lose at that time!" William shouted hoarsely.

"Yeah, he didn't exchange his mouth because he used that chip to bet, but when he bet, he didn't put that chip on the table...but put it in his own mouth. "

"." William froze on the spot for a moment.

"Hehe, do you understand? Yes, in fact, he just bit the chip between his teeth at the very beginning when you were about to seal his mouth." The bartender said, "You who care about the details of words so much, you should Remember, I specifically said before that the chip cannot be damaged, so I have no choice but to pass the chip when his mouth is sealed, which is very helpless. His mouth There is no way to be completely blocked hehe, but I didn’t say that the betting chips must be placed on the table, so I can’t get started and drag the chip out of his mouth, right.”

William seemed to understand the bartender's words, but he was still immersed in the emotion of bewilderment or shock, and remained motionless for a while: "This...it's not fair, you didn't tell me, I can't see If I could have seen, I would have known all this."

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't know you wanted to know this, because you didn't ask, and you abandoned your eyes yourself, so no one else is to blame." The bartender responded very politely: "Okay, it's almost time, you, It's time to hit the road too"

"Wait, wait!" William yelled, "I have something to change, I want to change my ears! I can still gamble!"

The bartender shook his head: "Sorry, you can only redeem before the results are announced, you should know that, otherwise, Sissy and Jill won't be eliminated."

"Damn it! You idiot! You can't even make this small change? Don't you want to watch people play games? Damn it, then change it for me, I can continue playing!"

"I'm sorry, rules are rules, and no one can break them," the bartender said, and: "Who are you calling an idiot?"

The bartender's tone became gloomy and cold, and his eyes narrowed into curved slits slowly opened, forming a thin crack, and inside was a hot flame like the flames of hell.

It's a fire from nowhere
William was lucky, he didn't see this scene, otherwise, he might have been swallowed by the fear bursting out from the gap.

However, he is also unlucky, hasn't he heard the phrase "everyone with squinting eyes is a monster"?
In an instant, a small spark splashed on William's body, and then, along the sleeves, it began to burn.

"My God, what is this? Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

He cried out in pain, and in an instant, he became a burning straw that could only miserably loosen.

"Uh, the loser will go where he should go." The bartender narrowed his eyes again, and returned to his original smile: "But...how to go, I have the final say."

The fishy fire was burning crazily. After a few seconds, William could no longer make a sound until it turned into pitch-black coke and then scattered into ashes.

"Yeah." The bartender enjoyed the general taste of inhaling the air: "It really makes you laugh, but I'm not a big-hearted person."

he said
With these words, John's injuries began to gradually recover.

"Well, Mr. John Kramer, congratulations, you are now the final winner of the game, please state your wish. Oh, let me take a blind guess, you want Ms. Jill, who is Is your wife alive?"

John looked at each other coldly.

"No no."

The bartender froze for a moment.

"People have the right to choose, including their own life and death. If Jill has made a decision, then I have no right to change it without authorization. Reviving a person who committed suicide is the same as killing a person who wants to live."

"Hmm, interesting theory." The bartender pondered for a while, then said with a smile: "Okay, then, your wish is"

"I miss you dead," John said.

"." There was a silence.

"Haha, why is this request, because"

"No, there is no reason, I am a person who should die, just like Jill, I have no nostalgia, no expectations, I want you to die, just pure, before I see Jill disappear from me again At that moment, I just hate you." John softly interrupted the bartender.

The bartender nodded: "Well, although I can't understand it, but... I can't do what you want. Hehe, you can't imagine how many games I have experienced, so among those uncountable players, some want to Let me die, but... I'm still standing here, so I can't fulfill this wish."

"Then I don't have a wish." John responded.

"Oh, that's not okay, you are the winner, you can't take nothing," the bartender said to John, spreading his hands.

John stood up, and he walked to the elevator. At this moment, a button to open the door appeared on the control panel of the elevator.

"This game of yours is too boring. I don't have the time to think about what wish you said. If you insist on saying one...then I want you to shut up."

As John said, he pressed the button and walked into the elevator.

Now, the bartender had a blank expression on his face. He watched the elevator doors gradually close, and seemed a little at a loss.

At this moment
"Hey, I really didn't expect that, you also have times when you are deflated." A sharp voice came.

The bartender turned around and saw a very unpleasant-looking guy leaning against the wall next to the bar.

This man was wearing a crumpled purple suit, with a hunched back, and a large, inconvenient silver pistol hanging from his waist. On his sickly pale face, there were two scars running through the corners of his mouth, but, It is now sewn up.

"Uh, are you awake?" the bartender asked a little depressed.

"Nonsense, how can I sleep with these people's funny laughs?" the man said, his voice sounded like he was wiping a glass with sandpaper: "Give me a cup of coffee, and add 12 cubes of sugar."

The bartender nodded and walked towards the bar, as if he was used to the insane operation of 'adding 12 sugar cubes'.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've met someone who doesn't make demands"

"Hey, so, now you feel as if you were in the last second before the climax, but you stopped, right?"

"What a disgusting metaphor." The bartender said with a sigh, and soon, he pushed a cup of coffee that was covered with sugar cubes and pushed it down in front of the man.And the man picked up the spoon, took out a piece of sugar cube that was just soaked in coffee, threw it into his mouth, and started to chew it.

"However, rules are rules. Even if he doesn't want it, I have to give it to him! Moreover, I have to give him the best!"

(End of this chapter)