Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

Song Yi took off his suit jacket and draped it over Lin Chenchen, then took off his watch and unbuttoned his collar.

The person most surprised by Song Yi's appearance was Zhao Huan, who had never had a good impression of him.

"Song Yi, what are you doing here? What do you want?"

Song Yi glanced at the people in the room, his tone light and deliberate. The more familiar people were with Song Yi, the more they knew that while most people would be emotionally unstable when angry or enraged, Song Yi remained emotionally stable the angrier he got, because he had already listed dozens of ways to deal with these scumbags in his mind.

"I'll personally send you to hell."

Everyone in the room sneered. A mere kid trying to act like some great hero.

Sun Jingye: "Who do you think you are? You really don't know your place. We can make you disappear with a flick of our fingers, understand?"

"Get out of here right now."

Song Yi couldn't help but click his tongue twice:

I really hope to show them what happened to the last person who spoke to him like that.

However, he didn't care and immediately sent these people to meet them.

Song Yi took a step forward, and Zhao Huan, who was closest to him, suddenly felt a sense of pressure.

Zhao Huan warned, "Don't do anything reckless. Do you know where you are and who you've offended?"

Song Yi easily took out the wrench. The players behind him exchanged glances, and Sun Zhuo stood at the door and silently locked it to show his support for Song Yi's actions.

Lin Chenchen's suicide threshold is still hovering around 98, and their lives are also hanging by a thread.

The most difficult part about S-level texts is that there are no good options, only relatively good ones.

After weighing the pros and cons, everyone realized that if Lin Chenchen died, everyone would go berserk and become vengeful ghosts. But if Lin Chenchen lived, for now, it would just be these people in front of us who would turn into ghosts.

The former are certain to die, while the latter are fighting to the death; in a horror game, even a sliver of hope is a chance to survive.

Hu Jingwen looked around the room and silently assigned tasks to everyone for the evening:

"Still, an average score, is that alright?"

Sun Zhuo: "Agreed."

Yang Haoran: "No problem."

Wen Ya: "I also want a woman."

Song Yi and the other players' bodies had all been modified to some extent. The people in the room lived a life of luxury and were protected by many bodyguards. Their combat strength could only be described as trash.

The four people behind him didn't make a move; they just saw Song Yi knock down one person after another with his wrench.

Ten minutes later, the ropes that were originally used to tie Lin Chenchen were used to tie themselves.

While Hu Jingwen and his group stood there catching their breath, they unlocked the cursed box they had just received.

Hu Jingwen received six, Wen Ya four, Sun Zhuo three, and Yang Haoran four.

As for Song Yi, they had previously doubted the authenticity of the piano music prompts in their heads, after all, which player could generate dozens of them in one game?

Now that I've witnessed it firsthand, Song Yi's box of misfortune is practically free.

Looking at everyone's "hunted" value, although it's not that important in this kind of game, 99.9999% is still rare; they've never seen anyone else with that value.

Hu Jingwen: "Is this guy just naturally prone to attracting trouble?"

Wenya was a little disappointed. It would have been great if she could have recorded it, but unfortunately the system wouldn't allow it. Such a unique scene was a rare sight.

Because Wen Ya and Hu Jingwen broke into the banquet hall, the actual security personnel saw on the surveillance footage that they were running towards the third floor to arrest people.

When they arrived at the door of Sun Jingye's room, they found that the door was locked from the inside.

The person outside was banging on the door, repeatedly asking about the situation inside.

Annoyed by the knocking, Sun Zhuo yelled at the door:

"If you keep knocking, we can't guarantee the safety of the people inside."

Those outside dared not make a move, as it involved the safety of these wealthy people.

Lin Chenchen sat on the ground wearing Song Yi's clothes. Her suicide threshold had not decreased, and Hu Jingwen and the others had given up hope.

Anyone who knows what Lin Chenchen went through would be unable to say anything that would make her forget the past and look forward.

Do not advise others to be kind if you have not experienced their suffering. Some wounds can never be healed in a lifetime, let alone in just five days.

There were eight people lying on the ground, and Zhao Huan was also tied up in a corner.

The room fell silent for a moment. Wenya glanced at her watch. No one asked what to do next; instead, they silently prepared for midnight.

Song Yi walked over to Lin Chenchen and squatted down beside her: "Are you alright?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chenchen first glanced at Song Yi, then suddenly rushed to Zhao Huan in the corner and slapped him twice across the face.

Zhao Huan was truly afraid. She had just begged everyone in the room for mercy, but no one showed her any pity.

At this moment, Lin Chenchen suddenly slapped her again, and Zhao Huan didn't dare to fight back.

Lin Chenchen was venting her anger at the person who had personally pushed her into the abyss.

Zhao Huan begged Lin Chenchen for mercy:

"Chenchen, I'm sorry, I've let you down, but I did it for your own good."

"You're a star now, and your future achievements will definitely surpass mine. Your current status is something many people would kill for. Have you forgotten that I helped you get all of this?"

"And also, when you first joined the company, you called me Sister Huan. Didn't you like me the most? Please let me go, let's put an end to our past grievances, and I will definitely give you the best resources in the company in the future."

Lin Chenchen was even angrier after hearing these words. Even at this point, Zhao Huan's mind was still only on power and status.

She said sorry, but she didn't feel guilty at all.

Lin Chenchen laughed maniacally, while slaps rained down on Zhao Huan's face, swelling it up, and numbing Lin Chenchen's own hands.

After finishing with Zhao Huan, Lin Chenchen seemed to feel it wasn't enough. She turned around, picked up the wrench that Song Yi had just used, and walked towards Sun Jingye.

Sun Jingye suspected that everyone in the room was crazy. He was tied up and shrank back.

"Whatever you want, money or resources, I'll give it to you. Just tell me and I'll satisfy you."

Lin Chenchen's eyes were like those of a vicious wolf crawling out of hell. At this moment, she was thinking not only of herself, but also of the countless girls who were being threatened by these people.

Lin Chenchen gritted her teeth and said:

"I want you to live in hell forever, suffering endless torment."

After Lin Chenchen finished speaking, she struck Sun Jingye's leg bone. The screams of pain pierced through the door, giving the people outside goosebumps.

Separated by a door, no one could see what was happening outside, but the people in the live stream had a god-like perspective, so they could see it clearly.