Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Zhou Ning's pupils shrank unconsciously. The double-headed eagle emblem with a gold background and white edges looked a bit like the Russian national emblem in later generations, but it was actually the emblem of the Kingdom of Braxton's unique intelligence agency: the Sun Watchers.

Don't be fooled by the name "Shou Ri Ren" which sounds like a bodyguard working in a red light district. In fact, it is the intelligence agency and supernatural team of the Kingdom of Braxton that is specifically used to target supernatural forces.

At the beginning, they were specifically responsible for handling extraordinary events, but after the game was publicly tested, they targeted players more. Once they committed a crime, they would be killed or arrested. For a time, the player community was terrified.

I didn't expect that I would run into the Sun Guardians as soon as I came here.

The carriage stopped by the roadside. A middle-aged man wearing a black top hat jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the four people, with a powerful aura of pressure as he walked.

"Uncle Chien!" The fat boy Alan West greeted happily, "Are you here to pick me up?"

"By the way, little Alan, I'm glad you're still alive!" The middle-aged man said with a smile, taking off his hat and bowing slightly. "My name is Qi'en West, the Day Watcher, and also little Alan's uncle. Do you have time to chat?"

Chin West? The future leader of the Sun Guardians, one of the world's foremost meteorologists. I vaguely remember him as a demigod when he first appeared. I hadn't expected the West family to harbor such a powerful figure.

Zhou Ning was secretly surprised. As expected of you, the Curse God Cult, you're incompetent at everything and the number one troublemaker. His mind raced, and he also smiled and nodded, "Of course. It's my pleasure."

Qien West laughed, put his hat back on, and said gently, "Then get in the carriage. Don't worry, it's just a chat."

The carriage was covered with a red velvet carpet and was very spacious. Zhou Ning found a place to sit down. First, the fat boy told his story of the day.

Alan West was a good speaker and quickly recounted the entire incident in detail, except for the moment when Zhou Ning pulled out his shotgun and killed Marion because he was stunned by Marion's Banshee Wail.

But he seemed to be quite good at interpreting pictures, and the details he had seen before were enough for him to imagine a wonderful gunfight in his mind.

Zhou Ning: ...

The gunfight was so fierce and the process was so up and down that even he himself was a little confused. Is he really that powerful?

Qien West listened attentively until Alan West finished speaking, then he said thoughtfully, "Are you saying that they summoned a demon through sacrifice? Are you sure?"

"Yes, a giant spider-like demon." The fat man said, and then added, "If it weren't for Brother Wayne, I'm afraid no one would be able to leave here alive."

"I understand." Qien West nodded and extended his hand gracefully. "Mr. Wayne, the West family will always remember your help."

[Complete the D-rank mission [Gratitude of the West Family], and gain 6000 experience points.]

[The Wester family's favorability towards you has increased by 1800 points!]

[West Family: Respect (300/6000)]

[You can share the Wester family's intelligence to a certain extent, and you will receive a 8% discount at all Wester family stores and auction houses.]

Even though he was used to the market, Zhou Ning couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The reputation of hidden forces like the Wester family is the most difficult to gain, but once it is successful, the benefits are also the greatest.

Perhaps because his reputation had reached the level of respect, Qi'en's gaze towards Zhou Ning became much kinder. "You should thank Wayne. According to the Sun Watchers' data, in the past two years, the Curse Cult has performed a total of 2592 sacrifices in the Kingdom of Bryston, involving a total of people, and only of them survived."

It’s really lucky... Hearing this number, everyone looked at Zhou Ning, feeling infinite gratitude in their hearts.

Thanks to you!

Qi'en didn't mean to make things difficult for everyone. He asked a few more questions, took a statement, and then ended the interrogation and sent everyone back.

Richard Pesa and Luke Shaw lived in the old town not far from here and got off the carriage early. After a while, the fat man also got off the carriage and was escorted back to the Duke's Mansion by several guards. Zhou Ning and Qi En were the only two people left in the carriage.

"Where are we going?" Qi'en asked.

"Wake University," Zhou Ning replied. His memories of his previous life were fragmented, but he still had some basic information. He was currently a senior at Wake University, graduating soon, and felt quite stressed about finding a job.

The carriage turned and headed towards the Vic University campus on the other side of the city.

The Duke's Mansion is the most prosperous area in Darkland City, adjacent to the commercial district. Even though it is already early in the morning, there are still many pedestrians on the street because of the good weather. Although the ten-meter-wide street is not so crowded that people are shoulder to shoulder, it is still a bit crowded when carriages pass by.

Qi'en pulled out a bottle of wine from under the table and unscrewed the cap. "This is ice dew wine brewed by the walruses of the North. I added a little aphid juice to it. It tastes great. Would you like to try it?"

"No, I seldom drink."

When Zhou Ning heard about aphid juice, a mask of pain fell on his face and he politely declined. He was most afraid of things like insects.

Qi'en poured himself a glass and said with a smile, "Okay, now let's talk business."

"Business?"

"Yes, I concealed some of the facts in the conversation just now."

Qi En took a sip of ice wine and said in a low voice, "The Curse Cult did perform seventy-two sacrifices in the Kingdom of Blyston, with 2592 people involved, and twenty-seven survivors. But extraordinary events are never that simple. You might as well take a guess as to what happened."

"Are they all dead?" Zhou Ning cooperated and thought about it.

"That's a pretty good guess!" Qian said expressionlessly, "but the truth is even worse. Six of those twenty-seven people are from Darkland City. They've kept in touch with us since being rescued. But within three days, someone reported experiencing auditory hallucinations, as if a voice was constantly whispering in their ear, tempting them to do something crazy."

At this point, Qi'en's cheek twitched. "We didn't take it too seriously at first, thinking it was just auditory hallucinations caused by excessive stress, until this person actually transformed into a Fallen and caused a huge number of casualties. This was the first mysterious incident related to bewitchment in the history of Brighton. Later, seventeen of the remaining twenty-six people began to experience auditory hallucinations, and either committed suicide or became deformed. Only nine survived."

Zhou Ning's hair stood on end when he heard this. In the game "Apocalypse", there has always been a setting where ancient gods are good at bewitching people, but games are games. When it comes to him, it's not so wonderful.

"I tell you this because I hope you can pay attention to your mental state. If you start to hear hallucinations, come to me immediately." Qi'en said calmly.

"I understand." Zhou Ning answered seriously.

Qi'en nodded, raised his hat, and said with a smile, "Okay, that's all for tonight's conversation. Go back and have a good sleep. Maybe there will be a surprise tomorrow. By the way, it's going to rain heavily soon. There's an umbrella in the carriage. Take it."

The carriage stopped in the quiet campus. Zhou Ning got out of the carriage with an umbrella and a puzzled look on his face, watching the carriage go away.

The sky was clear and there was no sign of rain, but the weather in this world was unreasonable. The moment Zhou Ning opened his umbrella, it began to rain heavily.

"This damn weather." Zhou Ning was stunned for a while and couldn't help but sigh.

I pulled out my pocket watch and checked the time. It was almost one in the morning. My memories of my previous life were patchy, but I still had my student ID and dorm key. I vaguely remembered living on the east side of campus.

I groped my way along the bluestone road to the student dormitory, took out my key, inserted it, and opened the door smoothly.

Sure enough, his memory was correct, and Zhou Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief.

……

Zhou Ning's dorm was on the sixth floor. He walked through the narrow corridor and opened the door. The room should be empty. From what I could remember, my roommate, John, was a wealthy, cheerful second-generation kid. He even had a dog in the dorm. It was supposedly a rare breed, but a bit silly.

John's door was not closed. Zhou Ning took a look and saw no one there but the dog. The silly dog ​​was even sleeping soundly on John's bed.

Zhou Ning: ...

Only John didn't care. If this stupid dog dared to sleep on his bed, he would grab the dog's neck and throw it out.

Soon, after taking a hot bath and preparing to go to bed, Zhou Ning suddenly saw several notifications pop up in front of him.

[Important reminder: Dear players, the closed beta is about to begin, and the official forum for "Apocalypse" has been opened.]

[Important Note: The first episode of the "Apocalypse" series has been released simultaneously on the forum and various platforms. This series is automatically generated by the optical computer. Players interested in learning more about the game's background are welcome to watch it.]

Game forum?? Zhou Ning was a little confused for a moment, but with a thought, he successfully logged into the forum homepage.