You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 522: Werewolf Attack
Tang Yin stood there, his mind racing, trying to comprehend the absurd scene before him. "Aren't werewolves fictional creatures?" The thought echoed in his mind, hammering at his sanity like a hammer. He stared intently at the werewolf image, hoping to wake up in the next moment and realize that this was all just a ridiculous nightmare.

However, reality didn't give him a chance to breathe. The scene before him suddenly distorted, as if time and space were forcibly torn apart. Tang Yin felt dizzy and his consciousness fell into chaos.

When he regained consciousness, new subtitles appeared on the game screen:
The next morning

The cold words were like a sharp blade, piercing through Tang Yin's remaining hope.

[A body, so damaged it was no longer recognizable as a human, was found in a field near the outskirts of Kirigakure Village.]

Tang Yin listened to this inexplicable narration and realized that his subconscious seemed to still be there. His heart suddenly sank and an ominous premonition spread in his heart.

Judging from his clothes, he is the lost traveler Tang Yin.

This simple sentence struck Tang Yin like a heavy punch to the chest. He instantly understood that the corpse was himself. An indescribable fear and despair swept over him, nearly swallowing him up.

Just as Tang Yin was about to collapse, the game screen switched again, returning to the moment when he still had the last shred of sanity. Through his hazy consciousness, he vaguely heard the excited voice of the male high school student in the village:

"Wow, this Tang Yin can actually move?"

The voice was filled with curiosity and surprise, as if discussing a new and unusual toy. Tang Yin was shocked. He had never expected that he could still retain consciousness. This feeling between life and death gave him a chill.

At this moment, a hoarse old woman's voice came, and Tang Yin immediately recognized it as Granny Rong:
"This man is indeed from Huangquan. Execute him quickly!"

Granny Rong's words were filled with disgust and fear, as if Tang Yin were something unclean. Then, a familiar female voice rang out. It was Wang Lina:
"Goodbye, Tang Yin."

Wang Lina's voice was calm and decisive, without a trace of emotion. Before Tang Yin could react, he felt a sharp pain. He knew that Wang Lina had personally ended his life.

In the darkness, an ethereal and eerie voice suddenly rang out. It was the mysterious white-haired girl:
"The party has begun."

This sentence was like a signal, announcing that some terrible ritual was about to begin. Tang Yin felt his consciousness rapidly dissipating, but he still heard one last voice, a strange man's low and cold judgment:

"Hang the wolf."

As these words fell, Tang Yin completely lost consciousness. The game screen changed again, and a line of eye-catching text appeared:

[Now, you have unlocked option 2 "Werewolf and Resurrection"]

G-chan looked at the screen and sighed helplessly. She knew this ending wasn't ideal. After a moment's hesitation, she decided to reload the save file and return to the previous branch, starting this thrilling adventure all over again.

The images on the screen began to rewind, as if time were rapidly rewinding. G-chan's eyes fixed on every detail, hoping to find the key to a breakthrough. She knew that in this world full of mystery and danger, every choice could mean the difference between life and death.

As the screen froze on the previous selection screen, G-chan took a deep breath, ready to embark on this journey full of unknowns again. She secretly vowed that this time, she would uncover the secrets of the Hidden Mist Village and save Tang Yin from danger.

……

As night fell, a strange atmosphere filled the air of the Hidden Mist Village. Tang Yin huddled in the corner of a dilapidated toilet, the cold ground seeping through his thin clothes into his skin, causing him to shiver involuntarily. The small space was filled with a nauseating stench, but Tang Yin could no longer care about it.

Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the night sky, like a sharp knife piercing Tang Yin's eardrum. His heart suddenly contracted, and all the muscles in his body instantly tensed. The fear and pain contained in that voice made Tang Yin realize instantly that a life-or-death drama was unfolding outside.

Tang Yin forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. His inky black eyes flickered in the dim light, his mind racing as he pondered the current situation.

"There are no monsters or demons in this world," Tang Yin muttered to himself, "It should be a killer? But why would a killer appear in this remote little village?"

His hand unconsciously reached for the doorknob, but stopped just before it touched. An inexplicable fear surged through his heart like a tide, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. Tang Yin knew that unless he could personally identify the source of the screams, he would never be able to dispel this deep-seated fear.

At this moment, Wang Lina's pretty face suddenly appeared in his mind. Her bright eyes were filled with worry, and her soft lips moved slightly, as if repeating her previous warning: "No matter what happens, don't leave here."

Tang Yin slowly withdrew his hand, the cold touch of the doorknob still lingering on his fingertips. He took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes. "I can't break my promise with Wang Lina," he said silently in his heart, "I have my principles."

However, the continuous screams outside were like a sharp knife, constantly cutting Tang Yin's conscience. He bit his lip, frowned, and his heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

"The other party must be in danger now. If we ignore him, it might be too late." Tang Yin muttered to himself, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

But then, a strong sense of self-preservation surged in his heart. Tang Yin smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I don't think I'm a good person, and I don't intend to be one. Even if I go out now, it's not to help someone, but to satisfy my curiosity."

Tang Yin closed his eyes and recalled all the adventures he'd taken in the past out of curiosity. No matter how dangerous the situation, his curiosity had never given in to danger. But now, he felt an unprecedented fear, as if an invisible hand had grabbed him by the throat.

"Why?" Tang Yin opened his eyes, a trace of fear flashing in his pupils, "Because I already know. The memory of my last death is still lingering in my mind!"

This sudden realization was like a hammer, hammering down on Tang Yin's heart. It wasn't a sense of déjà vu, a dreamlike memory, or even a vague illusion. It was a real experience, a pain deeply etched in his heart.

Tang Yin's face turned pale, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. His mind raced, trying to make sense of this incredible situation.

"That's impossible," he muttered, his voice filled with uncertainty. "First of all, I'm still alive. Second, I haven't been here to open the toilet. Could it be precognition?"

Tang Yin recalled his life before arriving in Kirigakure: ordinary and commonplace, never having experienced anything so supernatural. But why had this memory awakened at this crucial moment? This question, like a fog, shrouded his heart. Yet, the overwhelming fear and the agony of death were so real, so vivid. Tang Yin suddenly had a strong premonition: whether or not he opened this door would determine his fate.

His hand was suspended in mid-air, only a few centimeters away from the doorknob. Tang Yin's eyes were filled with struggle and hesitation, and the sweat on his forehead shone faintly in the dim light.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Tang Yin felt his heartbeat grow terrifyingly loud, nearly bursting through his chest. The screams outside gradually faded, replaced by an eerie silence. This silence was even more terrifying than the screams, as if the entire world was waiting for him to make a choice.

Tang Yin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. On the one hand, his curiosity was clamoring to find out; on the other hand, the vague but real memory of his death warned him not to take risks.

"Reason tells me that I should stay here," Tang Yin whispered to himself, his voice trembling slightly, "but my instinct is screaming at me to flee this place."

At this moment, Tang Yin suddenly remembered something. His eyes flew open, and a trace of fear flashed in his pupils.

"Wait, if this really is some kind of cycle then is it really safe to stay here?"

This thought was like a flash of lightning, instantly illuminating Tang Yin's chaotic thoughts. He realized that whether he opened the door or not, it would probably lead to the same result.

Tang Yin slowly lowered his hands and leaned against the cold wall. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"No matter what," Tang Yin muttered to himself, his voice filled with determination, "I can't just passively wait for fate to decide. I need more information, I need to understand the secrets of this village. Only then can I find a true way out."

Tang Yin fell into deep thought, unable to move. He knew that every decision he made could be a matter of life and death. In this mysterious and unpredictable village, the only thing he could rely on was his own wisdom and intuition.

He held the door handle tightly, unable to move, until he decided to give up opening the door.

It is indeed an unpleasant choice to stand by and watch someone die without helping, but he is no longer a child.

I won't blame myself for this seemingly selfish decision.
Instead, his unsatisfied curiosity and uncharacteristic choices made him increasingly anxious.
There is no real sense of salvation.

……

The wooden door of the toilet suddenly shook violently, creaking harshly. Tang Yin's pupils instantly contracted, and his muscles tensed instantly. Something was outside! It was pushing and pulling the door handle hard, and the entire door groaned under the heavy weight.

Tang Yin's eyes fell on the fragile door latch, and he secretly groaned inwardly. This simple door latch was completely unable to withstand the attack from outside, as if it was useless. He quickly reached out and tightly grasped the inner door handle, as if this could block the intruder from outside.

At this critical moment, Wang Lina's worried eyes reappeared in Tang Yin's mind. Her warning echoed in his ears like a wake-up call: "No matter what happens, don't leave here." Tang Yin's mind was working rapidly, weighing the current situation.

"If I make a sound, the other party will be able to confirm my presence," Tang Long analyzed silently in his mind, "Even if I guard this door, the other party may find other ways to hurt me." Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

"But if I remain silent," Tang Long continued to think, "the other party might think it's just an empty, locked toilet."

A decision gradually formed in Tang Long's mind: absolutely no sound. He bit his lower lip, forcing himself to remain calm. "Maybe they'll turn around and leave?" he prayed in his heart, staring at the shaky door latch.

The impact from outside grew stronger and stronger, and the entire toilet was shaking continuously, as if it would collapse at any moment. Tang Long covered his mouth tightly with one hand, and gripped the door handle with the other, staring at the trembling latch without blinking. Cold sweat soaked his back, and fear washed over him like a tide.

"Once the other party breaks in, it's all over." This thought was like a sharp blade, piercing Tang Long's heart.

Suddenly, a vague memory flashed through his mind—the feeling of powerlessness he'd felt the last time he saw the werewolf. Tang Long felt dizzy, his breathing quickening. "Am I just going to sit there and wait for death?" he cried desperately in his heart.

But even if he wanted to resist, Tang Long didn't know what to do. He scanned the dim toilet, searching for a possible weapon. Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through his mind: "Teeth are the hardest part of the human body. I heard that biting is surprisingly effective."

This thought was like a spark, igniting Tang Long's inner consciousness and murderous intent. "Bite it decisively?" He gritted his teeth, a fierce look in his eyes. Tang Long leaned forward slightly, like a beast poised for action, ready to pounce on his enemy at any moment.

In this tense atmosphere, the noise outside suddenly died down. Tang Long was stunned for a moment, then his vigilance grew even stronger. "No, this might be a trap. They're trying to take advantage of my relaxation and attack me," he warned himself mentally.

Tang Long decided to count to five hundred and wait and see what would happen. Time ticked by, and silence reigned inside and outside the toilet. No screams, no sudden attacks. Yet, in this quiet environment, Tang Long's hearing became unusually sharp.

He held his breath, listening carefully to the sounds outside. Gradually, subtle noises reached his ears—muffled breathing, suppressed roars, the rustling of claws scraping against the ground. A wild animal's aura seemed to penetrate the wooden door and rush directly towards Tang Long.

"The other party is still outside!" Tang Long's heart skipped a beat, and his muscles tensed again. He glanced back and forth between the cracks in the door, as if trying to see through the wooden planks to see what was happening outside.

The air in the toilet grew increasingly dense, and Tang Long found it difficult to breathe. His mind raced, trying to come up with a way to escape. But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't find a safe solution.

Tang Long looked down at his shaking hands, then up at the shaky door latch. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "No matter what happens, I can't give up," he silently encouraged himself in his heart. "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will seize it."

……

Did that monster appear along with the thick fog of the Divine River?
Tang Yin felt that the people in the village must know about this, so they were so alert and all turned into riddlers.

Tang Yin cursed inwardly, hiding in such a place, knowing nothing, and a fear of the unknown arose spontaneously.

Now he had no choice but to believe in that memory, which he didn't know whether it was a premonition or a sense of déjà vu, and he carefully hid in the toilet the whole night.

No matter what, he had to survive tonight!
(End of this chapter)