Life Extension Game

He may have had two broken ribs, and every breath he took was accompanied by bone-chilling pain. He leaned against the wet rock and stared at his wrist. The scarlet numbers on the watch beat mercilessly: 00:02:17...00:02:16... Because of the pain, the time passed twice as fast as normal. He knew he couldn't hold on any longer. Not because of injury, but because of time. The pain wouldn't kill him, but the accelerated passage of time would. He looked at the mutated wolf that was trapped in a trap and was still roaring not far away. If you kill it, you might get half an hour, or even an hour. This would allow him to catch his breath and figure out how to stabilize his ribs. He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and clenched the sharp stone in his hand. He is not racing against death, he is racing against time. And time, using pain as fuel, was speeding away from him.