amaotonovel Chapter 4630 Desperate Escape (2)
Chapter 4630 Desperate Escape (2)
Chapter 4630 Desperate Escape (Part Two)
"Ugh..." Loki let out a low groan of pain, turning his head to look at his right shoulder. The pierced collarbone made his head spin, but without a moment's hesitation, he immediately began to shout, "Thor! Thor!!!"
There was no sound, only his own screams echoing in the dark cell. Loki didn't stop, gritting his teeth as he surveyed the room, continuing to shout, "Thor!! Thor!!!"
He shouted for a full minute, and finally, he heard a very faint tapping sound. To be precise, it was a vibration coming from behind him. If the iron ring hadn't been stuck in his collarbone, and the chain hadn't been attached to the wall, where even the slightest tremor would cause pain, he might not have even felt this almost imperceptible vibration.
“Thor…” Loki lowered his voice, “Can’t you move? Can’t you speak? Why?”
The subtle tremors continued, and Loki's mind raced. "If you're also in danger, and this is making you very tired, then don't move!"
The vibrations from the knocking stopped. Loki lowered his eyes; Thor was now behind the wall, in danger.
The fact that he could knock meant that at least part of his body was not under his control and that he could reach the wall. However, given Thor's character, if he heard Loki's voice, he would definitely respond with all his might. Whether it was his hands, feet, shoulders, or head, he would knock with all his might, and there would be no way it would be such a weak sound.
If the sound was so faint, it meant either he was exhausted or something was blocking his way. The fact that he stopped knocking as soon as I told him not to if there was danger proved that it really was dangerous.
Unable to speak, his tapping was blocked, and his movements stopped abruptly. Loki almost immediately recalled that during their battle on the Large Magellanic Cloud, Thor had fallen into a pool of slime from alien creatures. When Loki went to retrieve him, Thor was in the same state, unable to speak or use tapping to indicate his location; he had nearly drowned in the slime.
Water, Loki thought. Thor had water, and he was probably drowning.
Loki had observed everything he could see from this position until he struggled to move his body and bend down, and saw the lever and gate under the bed. Almost immediately, he thought that he could collapse the bed and knock the lever down.
But how could he break the bed? Loki examined the bed's structure and realized that he only needed to break the leg closest to him. He tried to kick it, but the angle was too awkward, making it difficult to exert any force.
So he reached in and quickly realized something was wrong with the foot of the bed. After finding the key inside, Loki started picking at the grout lines.
"Wait for me, Thor, I'll be right there!!"
"Oh my god's ass!" Harley yelled. "Am I in a fucking car accident?! Why does my shoulder hurt so much?!"
She turned to look at her shoulder, her eyes widening when she saw the ring on her collarbone. She then looked around at her surroundings. "No way, this is unlucky?!"
"Pamela! Pamela!!" Harley yelled, but no one answered. "Oh, damn it, she's definitely trapped, even worse off than me. What do we do?"
Harley tilted her head and saw the bed, muttering, "There's definitely something wrong with this thing, isn't there?"
She was very flexible and could easily do the splits, so she simply stretched out her leg closest to the bed, which just reached the nearest bed leg. She kicked it hard, but the bed only shook.
Realizing this wasn't working, Harley adjusted her position, enduring the pain, and suspended her entire weight on her fixed collarbone, allowing her to rotate both legs. Harley then kicked the side of the bed legs hard with both legs.
"boom!"
She kicked the entire bed to the side, and it was precisely because of this slight tilt that she could see, by the light of the fire outside, that there was something on the inside of the bed leg. Harley pulled her leg back, struggled to move her body, and reached her arm over to dig.
After digging out the key, Harley was a little surprised: "We found the key, but where's the lock?"
Because the bed had been kicked askew, light could penetrate to the darkest corner underneath, and Harley could vaguely see the lever when she turned her head. She suddenly realized what was happening.
She pulled her leg back, stuck the key into her shoe heel, and tried to straighten the bed with her leg so that the bed legs were in the best position to exert force. Then she kicked the bed legs hard with the foot that held the key in place.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
"Bang!" The bed leg broke.
"Darkness," a deep voice said, "fixed."
"Walls." "Lights." "Bed..."
"Bed foot".
A hand reached towards the foot of the bed.
"The key...under the bed."
The figure in front of the wall leaned down to look under the bed.
"Next door is a water dungeon."
He gripped the key tightly in his right hand, took a deep breath, and suddenly slammed it against the wall.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Bricks fall, pick up a brick and keep smashing.
"Bang! Bang!"
Muddy water gushed out, and a crowbar was thrust into the hole. After pulling the crowbar out, it was used to smash the bed leg.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Smash!"
"Click!" The lever was slammed down.
A torrent of water gushed out, and heavy breathing came from the other side of the wall. "42 seconds, Batman, seems a bit slow for you, doesn't it?"
A damp, breathy laugh came from next door. Batman took a deep breath. "I should have stalled a little longer, so you could have experienced what it's like to drown too."
"Oh no, don't do that to me. It's too easy for you, isn't it?"
“It’s not exactly easy,” Batman said. “The people who did this are very professional. My collarbone is hurting, and I need to spend some energy dealing with the pain.”
"Collarbone? What happened to your collarbone?"
"It was pierced by a nail."
"What??!!!"
Schiller's fingertips trembled slightly, partly from pain, partly from something else entirely. The pain made it difficult to control his strength; to be precise, he nearly broke the bed frame while rubbing it.
Fortunately, the dungeon's ability restriction mechanism quickly detected the problem and limited his gradually increasing power, which allowed him to retrieve the key from the foot of the bed.
Schiller turned his head and glanced at the wall behind him. He touched the cracks between the bricks, pinched up a little soil and held it in front of his eyes. He rubbed it between his fingers, then gently sniffed it under his nose. He then confirmed that the next room was probably a water dungeon.
Because he frequently tends to his garden, Schiller can be considered a soil condition expert. He is very familiar with soil that is slightly damp for a period of time after rain, which allows it to decompose fertilizer most quickly. Therefore, he can determine that the soil in the brick crevices is abnormally damp, most likely due to moisture seepage.
His room was relatively dry, at least there was no visible water source, so it must be the room next door. Has Bruce already been submerged in water?
Schiller glanced at the nail in his collarbone, then at the iron rod stuck in the wall. He turned around, took the key in his other hand, and began chiseling at the gap between the iron rod and the wall.
But this was almost useless, because the thing was nailed into the bricks, and those bricks were exceptionally sturdy. Trying to pry the iron bar out without loosening it was virtually impossible.
"If only I had a crowbar or something," Schiller thought. But due to limited resources, he didn't have the tools or time to look for one. If he didn't hurry, Bruce might drown.
Schiller recalled that when he first woke up and felt the pain in his collarbone, his strength was momentarily out of control, but it was only restrained after he used it, and even after it had taken effect. Therefore, he could try to see if he could still use pain to enhance his strength, even if only for a moment.
Schiller adjusted his posture, took a deep breath, and tugged hard on the chain around his collarbone.
"Uh……"
His fingertips trembled again, and taking the opportunity, he grabbed the key and smashed it into the gap between the iron rod and the bricks.
"boom!"
The key was driven into the gap like a nail, but this force was quickly restrained. Schiller took a deep breath and began to pry the gap open with the key. Dust kept falling down, and soon the iron rod became loose.
At this point, Schiller pulled out the key, grabbed the head of the iron rod, and shook it from side to side, gradually widening the gap. After about a minute, the front half of the iron rod was able to move freely.
Schiller grabbed the buckle at the front of the iron rod and began to pull it outwards. After a few pulls, he continued to move it from side to side, and as more and more dirt fell down, with a "whoosh," the entire iron rod was pulled out.
Schiller let out a soft breath and stood up. He looked around the room; there weren't many things in it. He first glanced at the cracks in the walls and the ceiling, then tapped on the bed board, and finally looked under the bed.
Upon seeing the lever, Schiller immediately moved the bed aside. He pulled the lever down, and water gushed out. However, because he hadn't broken through the wall, Bruce's voice from next door sounded somewhat muffled.
"Professor, are you alright?"
“Not bad.” Schiller looked down at the key.
Bruce's voice came from the other end again: "I have a crowbar here, do you need it?"
Schiller paused, then said, "No, I think I should skip the level."
Schiller knew that if Bruce had a crowbar, the normal procedure for the level would be to break down the wall, get the crowbar, break the bed legs, and make the bed fall down to knock down the lever, thus releasing the water.
As for why they didn't just use a crowbar to pry the iron rod off, it's because usually, if one hand is restrained, the other hand can't exert any force with a crowbar.
"Can you move?" Schiller asked.
“No, this is locked,” Bruce said. “There’s a lock, and it looks like it needs a key…”
Schiller understood. "Now that there's no water, can you break down the wall?"
"I'll give it a try."
Bruce appeared to have gotten up from the ground, and he clearly had much more room to maneuver than Schiller. If it weren't for the water, he could have smashed through the wall himself.
"Bang! Bang!"
After banging on the wall twice, Bruce said, "No, Professor, this wall is harder..."
Schiller then checked the wall and quickly found the loose brick. He tapped on it and said, "Smash it here..."
"boom!"
Before Schiller could even dodge, the wall smashed open. A brick nearly hit his leg; Schiller dodged and rubbed his forehead. "Are you in a hurry, Bruce?"
Before he could say anything more, Bruce's blue eyes appeared at the breach. "Did you break it open? How's it going on your end?"
“It was fine before,” Schiller said irritably, “but if you had used more force just now, it might have been different.”