Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

As the music ended, a sliver of clarity finally returned to Zhu Meng's muddled mind.

The time has now reached 15:58, and the instance will end in two minutes.

Is it over? I survived?

Before she could even celebrate her survival, Zhu Meng was horrified to find that her body was out of control, and she leaped lightly into the audience below the stage.

Like tiny insects that willingly sink into a spider's web.

Large tears slid down her cheeks, reflecting the ugliness before her eyes.

"...Didn't you say you were going to make us big stars? Why..."

Almost in the blink of an eye, the girl, as light as a butterfly, was torn to pieces by the hungry snakes.

The inhuman screams merged into a single, unified sound—

Hey, she was the one who ran up to me and seduced me.

I did nothing wrong; it was just wishful thinking on both sides.

No?

Liang Zaibing clenched her fists, looking at the revelry below the stage, but her eyes were icy cold.

If they don't find a way out, these monsters will kill them, just like they tore Zhu Meng apart.

[Countdown to the end of the instance: 10, 9, 8...]

In a corner where no one was paying attention, a tiny, urgent beeping sound rang out.

Before being swallowed by the white light that exited the instance, Liang Zaibing was quite regretful; it was a real pity that he couldn't watch these scum turn to ash.

[0. Instance End]

Almost at the same instant the two disappeared from the stage, flames and a roar erupted, and bright fireworks engulfed all the embodiments of sin.

The long snake writhed madly in the flames, unable to escape, and was instead pierced by the flying shards, pinning it firmly to the seat.

Blood, flesh, and bone were all completely destroyed in the explosion.

In the silent ruins, someone murmurs somewhere.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my passion

[It is also my sin, my soul.]

Loritta

Their inevitable fate was to be consumed by the fires of their own desires.

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[The Horror Trainee dungeon has been cleared]

[Game settlement in progress...]

[Settlement error: ￥$*]

Liang Zaibing waited in the dark space for a while before the system returned to normal.

It's estimated that the explosion after the dungeon ended affected the results, and the score needs to be recalculated.

Main quest completed.

[Hidden Ending Achieved: Lolita's Revenge]

[Completion Rating: S]

[Item Obtained: Lolita Doll]

[Reward points: 1300]

In addition to the fixed reward of 300 points for achieving the D-rank level, achieving this hidden ending actually grants an extra 1000 points.

However, considering the difficulty of achieving it and the background of the instance, it is quite reasonable.

[Reward Points: 5850 (10% handling fee deducted)] It's so great to have a generous benefactor. The reward points are much more than the rewards from fighting tooth and nail through dungeons.

However, the system actually took a 10% commission, which is even more outrageous than Zhou Bapi (a notorious exploiter).

Normally, the 0.1% service fee for transferring money to a bank card is enough to make him wince; to try and steal 5 yuan from him for transferring 5,000 yuan is like a modern-day highwayman.

Liang Zaibing even considered having the plumber transfer the money directly to him next time, eliminating the middleman's markup.

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When Liang Zaibing came to her senses, she found herself slumped over her desk in the dormitory, vaguely wondering if what had just happened was a nightmare.

Huang Fanggang came out of the bathroom and, as he passed by, his hand couldn't resist touching the exposed half of Bing's waist. "Hey, Bing, when did you get this tattoo? It's so fashionable!"

Liang Zaibing looked completely bewildered. "What tattoo?"

Huang Fang was stunned for a moment, "You didn't know you got the tattoo yourself? It's on your lower back, like half a barcode."

With his back to the dressing mirror, Liang Zaibing lifted the hem of his shirt and turned his head to look, only to find that a black barcode had appeared on his left lower back at some point.

Because of its lower position, most of it was covered by the pants.

The black ink stains on the fair skin were quite dazzling.

But he was absolutely certain that he had never had a tattoo.

Liang Zaibing's heart sank. He reached out and touched the tattoo. It was unusually smooth to the touch, not like it was tattooed later, but rather like it was naturally grown on his body.

The next second, a familiar notification sound rang in my mind.

[The system mark has been activated. Concentrating will bring up the system panel (the panel can be freely accessed within the game, but the mark will not be displayed)].

Liang Zaibing's lips twitched; this was practically announcing the authenticity of the horror game to him with great fanfare.

The existence of these markings is probably to warn players that even after leaving the game, they remain the property of the system, and may even have surveillance capabilities.

But this looks awful; it would be better to just stamp it with a pork quarantine stamp.

Others might think he has a side hustle, able to simply pull down his pants and scan a code to pay.

The biggest difference when you bring up the panel is the scarlet countdown in the upper right corner: 167:58:33.

With the seven-day countdown over, he had no choice but to re-enter the horror game to participate in the dungeon.

Is it too late to start practicing prayer now?

Do you remember when you got this tattoo?

Liang Zaibing replied vaguely, "Temporary tattoos, just for fun."

"You don't seem to know this tattoo very well. Did one of your lovers put it on while you were sleeping?"

Liang Zaibing waved his hand dismissively, "Get lost, I haven't seen a woman in eight hundred years."

After stuffing Huang Fang's dog mouth with a small bread roll, Liang Zaibing took a dog-skin plaster from his desk and covered the mark.

Other players can recognize his player identity at a glance when they see this QR code. Who knows if there are any perverts who like to kill players indiscriminately offline? He's playing a horror game, so his mental state is probably normal.

I might as well cover it up to avoid getting into trouble.

Here's a corny joke: there probably aren't many horror game players in Northeast China, otherwise they wouldn't be able to hide once they enter a bathhouse.

Huang Fang swallowed the dry bread in his mouth with difficulty. "Why cover it up? Isn't it cool?"

Liang Zaibing smoothed out the edges of the plaster, gave him a disdainful look, and thought, "What kind of aesthetic sense does this idiot have?"

"How about I get one for you too?"

Huang Fang happily agreed, "Sure, then I'd like to stick it on..."

The nonsensical conversation was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then Liang Zaibing lowered her voice and asked, "Is this a room check?"

After all, the other two guys in the dorm weren't so polite; they would either bang on the door and yell for them to open it, or kick the door open.

Huang Fang immediately sprang up as if he had been electrocuted, frantically stuffing the small hot pot, induction cooker, and small fan scattered on the table into the depths of the cabinet and locking the cabinet door.

Then I went to open the dormitory door.

"coming."

Liang Zaibing had a strong premonition that the person standing outside the door was not a dormitory inspector.

"Don't open it yet!"

He crouched down and took two steps back. Just as he picked up the dumbbells piled in the corner, Huang Fang, that idiot, turned around and asked him, "What did you say?" while opening the door.

Before Liang Zaibing could even curse this idiot, the dark figure outside the door suddenly pushed it open and rushed in, moving at a speed that seemed inhuman.