It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

The sky seemed to be covered by a thick layer of leaden clouds, and it was gloomy.

Several robbers armed with knives and sticks blocked a group of shivering players.

They had just come out of the game Nebula and were kidnapped before they even left the game hall.

The leading man grinned and said cruelly, "You won't give me the props, right? Then I'll exchange my life for it—"

Before he could finish his words, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

The next second, his wrist shook violently, blood splattered everywhere, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, another bullet accurately penetrated his knee. He let out a scream and fell to the ground, holding his leg and wailing in pain.

Standing in the distance, a gray-haired man quietly withdrew his hand.

There was no gun in his hand. He just made a gun gesture and casually brushed his fingertips as if he was dissatisfied with the dust in the air.

“It’s getting more and more accurate.”

A gust of wind blew, and a paper man floated past. Zhao Yihe then appeared next to the gray-haired man. He leaned against the wall, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

The gray-haired man glanced at him with a cold gaze and a low voice:

"Have you finished purifying the area you're responsible for? Why are you coming to me?" There was no extra emotion in his words, like a cold stone hitting the ground.

Zhao Yihe shrugged and chuckled, "I just want to see how efficient the fourth place is."

The gray-haired man's eyes darkened slightly as he looked up at the gray sky.

Fourth on the horror game player list - Lin Ce.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Yihe asked in a low voice.

Since that day when Xiao Huai was hunted by the whole city, the entire standby world has changed.

The progress of gamification is simply unstoppable.

Monsters are rampant and followers of evil gods are everywhere.

"I'm a little hungry, but unfortunately, the Western restaurant I always go to has closed down." He glanced at Zhao Yihe.

Zhao Yihe raised his eyebrows slightly.

The word he used was bankruptcy.

How can it be considered bankruptcy?

It was completely looted and gone.

The store opened by the NPC disappeared overnight after that day.

When the NPCs' strength is no match for the chaos, they will automatically disappear.

Now the most powerful armed force in the entire standby world is the TV station.

Because the TV stations are still broadcasting entertainment news.

Crazy reporting of various violent and terrorist incidents in the standby world.

The news industry has completely developed into an entertainment-to-death industry.

"Where's the first place?" Lin Ce suddenly spoke, his tone calm but with a chilling coldness.

His sharp eyes locked on Zhao Yihe.

Zhao Yihe's expression froze, and his eyes evaded: "How...how would I know what's going on with him?"

"He took Siming away." Lin Ce's voice was as cold as ever. "If he hadn't taken Siming away, the world wouldn't have become so bad."

Zhao Yihe raised his eyes, his expression showing a bit of disdain, and retorted:

"Even if he didn't take it, the world would have become like this sooner or later. Since we can't return to reality, why can't we give others a chance?"

Lin Ce said calmly: "Si Ming, either create hope or create despair. You have always known this truth, haven't you?"

Zhao Yihe was silent for a moment, "Hope and despair coexist."

Lin Ce did not answer, but just raised his head and looked at the gray sky.

The wind blew, raising dust all over the ground, as if silently telling the story of the world's ruin.

After a long, long time, he finally whispered something.

"Are you sure we can find hope now...?"

There was sarcasm in his tone.

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Fu Zijin half-knelt on the ground, a smile on his lips, but his eyes were chillingly cold.

He looked down at the blood-soaked, unrecognizable boy in front of him, his voice frivolous and cruel:

"Hey, give your president a message for me."

The boy's clothes were tattered, revealing a clear fox-killing tattoo on his shoulder.

"Tell him that Xiao Huai is dying." He paused, "Oh, yes, and... he can't go to the 18th floor dungeon, hehe."

Fu Zijin stood up, dusted off his knees, and said in a leisurely tone, "The eighteenth-floor dungeon won't be opened for him at all."

After saying this, he walked away leisurely, whistling.

He walked into a purple nebula, took a deep breath, and an almost morbid smile appeared in his eyes.

"Well... finally, this day has finally come."

Sang Zhi followed him coldly and rolled her eyes at him, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Zijin suddenly looked innocent, "Little sister, why are you arguing with me? Aren't you looking forward to this day?"

Sang Zhi looked into the ever-changing depths of the nebula and said, "I don't have any expectations."

Song Ruochu also slowly appeared, smiling:

"Let's take everything from him."

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[Si Ming's passive skill has taken effect, and the destined task has been triggered——]

【Do you accept the mission: Reversal of the End? 】

Xiao Huai glanced across the screen, his eyes calm.

He lowered his eyes, and the option of refusal turned into dark ashes at this moment, as if it had never existed.

He didn't have to choose.

Move your finger slightly to confirm your selection.

accept.

[Heading to the 17th floor dungeon...]

[The copy is loading...]

The text on the screen flashed, and suddenly, the entire interface fell silent.

【mistake! 】

【Error! Loading failed!】

The characters jumped wildly, as if interfered with by an out-of-control signal, and sharp electronic noise exploded in my ears.

【Warning: Unknown abnormality! 】

【You are about to enter——】

A black crack instantly appeared on the screen, and the unfinished characters were forcibly cut off, leaving only the last line of words in a distorted font:

【Unattributable territory.】

The next second, the world fell into darkness, and a silent chill surged into his limbs.

[Welcome to the 17th-level game world - "Prank Carnival Night"]

[You have three lives, current lives remaining: 3]

There was no prompt sound for the Gods' live broadcast room to be connected, nor was there the familiar welcome speech.

The ground ahead dimly lit up, and a figure huddled in the dim light.

There were subtle sounds around.

Intermittent sobbing.

It was a girl wearing a pink princess dress, with golden hair hanging down on her shoulders, trembling slightly.

Her face was buried between her knees, and her shoulders shook as she cried.

Just as Xiao Huai stepped closer, the girl suddenly looked up.

"Who are you!" She widened her eyes, her eyes full of fear and vigilance.

She quickly pulled out a dagger that flashed with a cold light from her back and pointed it at Xiao Huai. Her whole body was tense, like a frightened little animal.

Xiao Huai stopped, looked at her coldly, and said nothing.

At this moment, a transparent light screen suddenly appeared next to the little girl. Large words appeared on the screen, flashing with funny colored lights:

【Please help Princess Wendy find her Prince Charming! 】

The word "mission" continued to jump, and the sense of disharmony in the air around them became stronger and stronger.

This kind of prompt reminds people of the mission screen in old-fashioned controller games.