Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

“There are many ways to make simple explosives. For example, you can stir-fry ammonium nitrate, mix it with stir-fried sawdust in a ratio of 23:1, and add a portion of diesel oil to make simple homemade explosives.”

"There's also the nitroglycerin explosive invented by Nobel. A mixture of nitroglycerin and diatomaceous earth in a 3:1 ratio, plus a small amount of sodium carbonate, transforms it from a high explosive into a stable and easily transportable one..."

As Ivan spoke, he picked up the reagents spread on the bed sheet and demonstrated them as if he were cooking in his own kitchen.

Hey, why are you making explosives so calmly? Aren't we law-abiding citizens?

Liang Zaibing began to suspect whether his main job outside was robbing banks or being involved in the underworld, since he was far too skilled at manufacturing such dangerous materials!

"He really tried to teach us, I cried my eyes out."

"This blond guy doesn't look like a good person. I suggest a thorough investigation."

"Knowledge entered my brain in a vicious way."

For the next two days, Liang Zaibing was painstakingly hand-crafting explosives, getting himself covered in soot and smelling of gunpowder.

It would be great if the reward points could be withdrawn now, saving them the trouble of making homemade explosives.

When they ran out of materials, Liang Zaibing went to the lab and stole some more. Mr. Fatty's face was extremely ugly. He wished he could tear Liang Zaibing in two, but he could only let this shameless thief empty his lab.

They stopped working only after estimating that the explosive charge was enough to flatten the entire stadium.

Liang Zaibing wiped the black ash from her forehead and casually asked, "Won't there be any problems detonating the explosives?"

"The power is sufficient, but the timing may not be very accurate."

Liang Zaibing instantly broke out in a cold sweat. "Then let's set the time a bit more generously, so it doesn't explode prematurely and wipe us out too."

Ivan blinked his pale golden eyelashes twice quickly, trying hard to suppress a laugh. "Just kidding."

Liang Zaibing wanted to bite him. "This is not funny at all."

He didn't want to die with these scumbags before he even had a chance to quit the game, with their corpses all mixed together, making his death unclean.

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Every few days, Mr. Fatty was provoked by that arrogant player, and his already abnormal mental state became even more abnormal, yet he couldn't do anything about it.

In silence, the perverted Mr. Fat finally came up with a plan. Although he couldn't kill him, it would be easy to disgust him in a sneaky way.

Watching Liang Zaibing's figure disappear into the men's restroom, Mr. Fatty sneaked in and hid in the next stall.

Hearing the rustling sounds next door, Mr. Fatty guessed that the man had taken off his pants, so he silently climbed up the partition. His ugly head, covered in fat, appeared at the top of the partition, staring at the person inside with an evil and lewd gaze.

But instead of the expected scene of panic, it was met with a wet mop carrying a strong wind and a foul stench.

Liang Zaibing noticed Mr. Fatty following her from a distance. Wouldn't such a fat blob think he was hiding?

After entering the cubicle, Liang Zaibing didn't even take off his pants. He quietly waited for it to appear, holding the mop in the corner, and then swung the mop at it.

Whether physical attacks are effective or not is irrelevant; smearing is enough.

Mr. Fatty's face turned from blue to purple, and finally as black as the bottom of a pot. He turned and ran away, reeking of a foul stench.

Liang Zaibing was humming a song happily in front of the sink, rubbing her hands with soap and rinsing off the foam. As she walked out, she encountered a tall, thin woman with a look of astonishment on her face.

What did you do to the boss?

Liang Zaibing tilted her head and smiled very kindly, "Do you want to know?"

The slender woman shook her head vigorously and ran incredibly fast, as if a ghost were chasing her.

For the next few days, Mr. Fatty didn't dare to cause him any trouble, and time passed very peacefully.

On the sixth day, Mr. Fatty notified the trainees to go to the venue for a rehearsal.

When I joined the company, there were seven people. Now, some have died, some have left, and two of them are too old, leaving only Zhu Meng.

Zhu Meng's condition was already very bad at this time. Her mental state had dropped to the thirties, and she was almost unable to communicate and had no independent consciousness.

Her innocent yet sexy smile became a mask, always welded to her face. Every gesture she made was deliberately coquettish. Although she was 14 years old, she was like an eight-year-old child.

Just as Liang Zaibing made a move, Mr. Fatty cast a warning glance at him, clearly telling him not to cause trouble.

This is the last one left in the dungeon; if someone else takes it away, we'll have to fight tooth and nail.

But Liang Zaibing simply took out a Lolita doll from her pocket and activated the prop to transform back into her 14-year-old appearance.

Under Mr. Fatty's watchful gaze, Liang Zaibing nonchalantly waved the doll in her hand at him, "I'm going to participate in the performance too, no objections, right?"

Mr. Fatty stared at him gloomily for a while, ignoring him completely, and led Zhu Meng to the auditorium on the second floor.

Ivan also used a Lolita doll and followed her into the hall carrying a large bag of prepared explosives.

The two connected the explosives and the detonator they had redeemed from the mall while Zhu Meng was rehearsing, and hid them under the seats in the audience.

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The seventh day of the end has arrived.

It is the stage for trainees to debut, and also the day they perish.

Liang Zaibing still looks like a teenager, but he changed into the stage outfit prepared by the slender woman.

The silk shirt with a cutout back had a silver chain hanging loosely from the spine, and the flower-shaped shorts had a large satin ribbon bow tied at the back of the waist, with the calf socks hanging below the knees, barely concealing their size.

It looks like a small cake wrapped with ribbons, meant to be enjoyed.

Liang Zaibing couldn't help but complain, "These old men have disgusting tastes."

Ivan changed his clothes with unusual nonchalance, as if these deliberately revealing garments were no different from sacks to him.

"Let's go, the show is about to start."

The stage was grand and magnificent.

The dark purple curtains were drawn back layer by layer, and bright spotlights shone on the stage, making them seem as if they were standing at the center of the world.

The seats below the stage were, in stark contrast, completely dark, filled with snakes of different colors. They sat there, dressed like people, suppressing their desires and waiting for a grand feast to begin.

Standing on the stage, facing countless malicious stares.

This is not a princess's or prince's dream castle, nor a dazzling stage for stars—

This is the hunting ground of the serpent of sin.

Zhu Meng lifted her short, puffy lace skirt and bowed to the audience below the stage, then gracefully began to dance to the ambiguous and indistinct music.

Her dance was not dignified; it was more like a charming young girl chasing butterflies.

That face, a blend of innocence and allure, was like a bright red, unripe cherry hanging on a branch, ready to fall to the ground at any moment.

[Warning! Mental health has dropped to 20]

[Warning! Mental health has dropped to 13]

[Warning! Mental stats...]

Liang Zaibing and Ivan exchanged a glance, but were powerless to do anything about it.

Some people embark on a path of no return to death from the moment they step into the instance.

They are merely struggling to survive, let alone changing the fate of others.

That's the job of a savior, not an ant.

But if there really is a savior, why would a hell like a horror game exist?