Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Just as I took off my pants, there was a knock on the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

Liang Zaibing opened the door impatiently. "Wait in line. I don't want to be with you..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, because the person outside the door was not Ivan, but Mo Qiuping, who had recovered.

Liang Zaibing quickly closed the door halfway, and very virtuously shielded himself from the door with his body, only revealing his head.

"What do you want from me?"

Mo Qiuping's expression was so calm, as if she weren't talking to a half-naked man through a pane of glass. "Is the boss's eyeball still with you?"

Liang Zaibing was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, "You want to help Zhu Meng get her body?"

Mo Qiuping shook her head. "I'm not that kind of pushover. I just wanted to give her a choice."

Should we fight to find a way to survive, or give up?

If Zhu Meng were a little smarter, she could team up with Zhang Yifan, one acting as a lookout and the other taking advantage of the situation.

Others had already taken the first eighty steps for them, and the key to opening the door was now in their hands; whether they lived or died was up to them.

After a moment's thought, Liang Zaibing rummaged through the laundry basket, pulled out a slightly flattened eyeball from the pocket, and handed it to Mo Qiuping.

He had thought about this before, and since Mo Qiuping brought it up first, he decided to let her be the one to do the good deed.

"Actually, I didn't expect you to help them. You don't seem like that kind of person."

“I’m not.” Mo Qiuping curled the corners of her lips into a smile, but there was no smile in her eyes, like a clumsy android trying to imitate a human expression.

"Just consider this a professional habit of mine."

She was an ordinary doctor, without any miraculous healing skills, nor the ability to kill anyone, and without any lofty ideals; she simply did what she was used to.

Whether you swallow the bitter medicine prescribed by the doctor or avoid seeking medical help is your own choice, and you must bear the consequences.

Is the doctor your mother? Why would she force-feed you medicine?

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"The iris on this eyeball can open the door to 914. Your body is in the deepest pool. Contact the body and survive the fusion period, and you can leave the instance alive."

Zhu Meng looked at the eyeball covered in dried blood in Mo Qiuping's palm, trembling with fear, and dared not take it.

"I...I can't do it..."

Mo Qiuping remained with her hands outstretched, waiting for her to make a decision, without offering any words of encouragement.

Zhu Meng's big, round eyes welled up with tears as she looked at her pitifully, "Please, you're so amazing, you can definitely help me, right?"

"I can't," Mo Qiuping refused without flinching.

For the sake of balance, the game doesn't want players to win by relying on others. If a player who has already achieved survival tries to help others regain their bodies, the boss will do everything in its power to stop her.

Although the boss cannot harm her, physical restrictions and competition are not within the scope of damage.

Therefore, those professional players who carry others through dungeons are not simple characters, except for those who are swindling and deceiving others.

Even if she successfully obtains Zhu Meng and Zhang Yifan's bodies, it won't stop the boss from killing them.

If you don't have the courage and determination to crawl out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, you might as well die in the first place and suffer less.

In horror games, no one can save you.

Zhu Meng stared at Mo Qiuping in disbelief, trying to find any trace of soft-heartedness or hesitation on her face, but failed.

She really didn't intend to save herself.

Zhu Meng stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly pushed her hand away with a bitter laugh. "I don't need it. I'm so weak, even if you gave me the key, I wouldn't be able to find a way to survive."

"So be it."

Zhu Meng's voice became very low.

"Maybe... if I obey all their orders, I can survive to the end?"

"Do you know what I saw in 914?" Liang Zaibing, her clothes damp with sweat, leaned against the doorframe. "You should see it. This seemingly respectable company isn't just..."

Zhu Meng covered her ears, trying to deceive herself, not wanting to hear anymore.

"If I can survive, being haunted by ghosts... it doesn't matter."

Liang Zaibing shattered her illusion without hesitation, "You think those demons are only after your body?"

Zhu Meng broke down in tears, sobbing like a pitiful little animal, "Waaah... but... waaah, I can't do anything."

Liang Zaibing remained silent for a while, then turned to leave, only to bump into Zhang Yifan, who had been waiting outside the door.

Like a starving hyena, Zhang Yifan pounced and snatched the eyeball with his intact right hand, nearly crushing it in the process due to a momentary lapse in control of his strength.

"If you won't go, I will!"

A flame ignited in Zhang Yifan's desperate eyes, "With this, I can survive!"

My left hand, crushed by Mr. Fatty, is in excruciating pain every moment.

Unlike that foolish woman Zhu Meng, he knew he couldn't hold out for seven days. If he didn't take a gamble, he would have no chance to turn things around.

Before going upstairs, Zhang Yifan glared at Zhu Meng. He was secretly jealous that this woman didn't have to take any risks, yet he despised her weakness. "I will come back alive, but don't expect me to bring your body back with me."

Mo Qiuping didn't comment on the farce and silently clicked on the system notification.

You have achieved your survival goal. Do you wish to log out now?

Yes.

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No longer needing to follow the company's ridiculous rules, Liang Zaibing rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a plate of Kung Pao Chicken and braised beef.

It's been so long, even plain white rice feels so comforting.

The beverage also changed from bitter vegetable juice to iced soda.

Liang Zaibing downed half a bottle of iced cola in one gulp and let out a satisfying cola-flavored burp.

This isn't a horror game, it's more like a vacation.

Ivan slowly cut the beef, but ate it just as quickly, finishing most of it in the blink of an eye.

Liang Zaibing hurriedly scooped the remaining half into her own bowl, acting very petty and possessive of her food, "If you want some, go get it from the kitchen yourself!"

“Alright.” Ivan’s gray-blue eyes darkened, and he looked somewhat aggrieved.

You must have misread it.

Zhang Yifan did not return to the cafeteria until dinner time was over.

But Liang Zaibing soon learned of his death from the comments section.

He secretly opened the door to 914, triggering a escape route, and quickly fled outside. However, he was caught by Mr. Fatty, who was waiting outside. Mr. Fatty broke all his bones and eventually pierced his internal organs, causing him to die.

There were countless layers of concrete and steel bars between the third and ninth floors, and they didn't even hear Zhang Yifan's final struggles and cries for help.

Zhu Meng muttered to herself almost nervously, "I told you we couldn't go, he's courting death. As long as... as long as we wait until the seventh day, I'm sure I can get out alive..."

Liang Zaibing tilted his head back and drank the last sip of cola in the can before getting up and leaving the cafeteria.

Sitting on the bed, which was a bit cramped for him, Liang Zaibing looked at the pile of scattered items in front of him and asked Ivan uncertainly, "Are you sure there won't be any problems?"

Ivan smiled gently. "I have experience."