"Rabbit Man... What kind of illness is this!"
Even though he was separated from the stage floor by a hundred meters of straight-line distance,
when William watched Rabbit Man dealing with the audience, he actually got so excited that he actively stripped off his gentleman’s clothes.
Exposed on the surface of his physical body were similar muscle spheres, remarkably realistic.
Even Madness Brain attempted to imitate Rabbit Man’s mixed cranium, but unfortunately, due to the distance and multiple layers of human walls, it couldn’t perceive the more precise and detailed structure.
Even merely the more vague observation had greatly piqued William’s interest.
And if just the minions of Mr. Rabbit had such physicality, what kind of spectacle would be under Mr. Rabbit’s headgear himself? The current William couldn’t even begin to imagine effectively.
Catherine started to explain with smug satisfaction, "To my knowledge this is a special communicable mitochondrial encephalomyopathy, a very rare illness exclusive to Mr. Rabbit.
The spread of this illness doesn’t require any pathogen medium; it can be transmitted just by a physical performance.
However, very few people can withstand this illness.
This also has resulted in Mr. Rabbit managing a group of only twenty people, but each individual has an extraordinary physique and perfectly embraces the mitochondrial encephalomyopathy.
But William, you must not entertain the idea of contracting this illness,
Once infected with mitochondrial encephalomyopathy, to some extent you’ll completely become a physical slave to Mr. Rabbit, and your interests and passions will be entirely influenced by him,
becoming fond of rabbits, liking to go shirtless, and striking various poses for no reason.
There was a guy who joined the circus with me, I quite liked him at first. But later on, he became more and more perverted, always looking for opportunities to flex his muscles in front of me whenever we met.
Since it’s forbidden within the circus to fight over members, Mr. Rabbit didn’t try to infect you with the illness the first time he saw you."
William’s interest heightened upon hearing this, and he fiddled with the floating muscle spheres on his skin as he chatted casually. f
"Catherine, where does Mr. Rabbit really come from? Before he came to the circus, did he belong to some source epidemic area, or some special organization?"
"You finally asked a question I don’t quite understand myself~ Mr. Rabbit’s origins are one of the circus’s secrets, you know!
I’ve heard two rumors, though.
The first rumor says that Mr. Rabbit comes from the ’Corner’ just like Uncle Jian, and they even have certain private connections—it’s even said that Mr. Rabbit is the ’Corner’s’ most undefeated champion in the death arena."
The second rumor has it that Mr. Rabbit is just an ordinary individual who grew up in Neutral City, and since he loved rabbits as a child, he founded a rabbit enthusiasts club as an adult.
But the club wasn’t about selling rabbits or discussing pet rabbit topics.
Rather, participants had to wear rabbit headgear and engage in indiscriminate physical exchanges inside.
Back then, Mr. Rabbit was just an ordinary patient, and as the club’s founder, he often lost in battles, with his win-loss record about even.
Because of the club’s unique founding principle and the effectiveness of dark web promotion, its development speed was beyond imagination,
and it even secretly seized the ’actual power’ of the Neutral City where the club was located,
later packaging the city as the club’s façade, spreading club advertisements to nearby cities, even directly distributing human advertisements to attract more enthusiasts.
It wasn’t until the club’s size reached a million people that Mr. Rabbit gathered everyone and completely sealed off Neutral City, also making everyone consume a suppressive drug to curb the illness’s traits,
and the largest life-and-death melee in history officially began.
After a whole year, with no contact allowed, only Mr. Rabbit emerged in the end."
"Didn’t you ever ask Jian about the first rumor?"
"Of course I asked~ But Uncle Jian refused to answer, saying it’s a secret of the circus, known only to him and the boss."
"You’re not thinking of actually going to interact with that rabbit after the performance, are you?"
William smiled but didn’t answer, continuing to watch the competition.
Three hours might feel exceedingly long for the participants, but for an observer like William, it passed rather quickly, even leaving him feeling like it wasn’t enough.
When there were just fifteen minutes left, the ’Tie Rabbit’ finally appeared.
The so-called Tie Rabbit was played by Mr. Rabbit; William also sat up straight, eyes wide open, wanting to seriously watch Mr. Rabbit’s final performance.
Since the performance was in its final stage,
many audience members who had not yet escaped the maze made a very wise decision—to team up. Walking together in larger numbers could reduce the feeling of fear and to some extent combat danger.
After all, teaming up wasn’t forbidden by the rules; one simply had to survive until the end of the performance time.
The largest team so far had reached "twelve people," and they had even managed to barely fend off the pursuit of two rabbit men earlier, combining forces to repel and shake off the enemy.
Just as they tried to use the remaining time to find an exit, a very different kind of rabbit man slowly emerged from around the corner,
wearing an unprecedented white headgear,
his physique more akin to an ordinary human’s, much smaller in comparison to the exaggerated physiques of the colorful rabbit men encountered before.
Bare-chested, he sported a distinctive tie,
and beyond that, there was nothing particularly special about him,
but the audience was not foolish; they had the rules etched into their memory and knew that in the last fifteen minutes a special entity known as "Tie Rabbit" would appear.