Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

The elevator arrived at the floor unexpectedly.

Liang Zaibing panicked like a caught adulterer and hurriedly zipped up his jacket.

Fortunately, there were no ghosts or people outside the elevator.

Unlike the modern exterior of the office building, the interior of the company is filled with round-headed dolls and lace bows, decorating the corridors into a sea of ​​pink and purple, as if a grand masquerade ball is about to be held at any moment.

But this fairytale-like, bright scene inexplicably made him feel a sticky malice.

The receptionist, like a pre-programmed robot, led them indifferently into a conference room and then left.

Across the desk, a middle-aged man sat with his back to them in a large executive chair, completely still like a standby NPC.

If a mountain of flesh could be used to describe a person.

The man's greasy fat oozed out from the gaps in the chair, flowing onto the floor with a lifelike force, and even subtly moved a few centimeters closer to them after they entered.

Wu Qi's throat tightened, and he was about to vomit on the spot.

Liang Zaibing ignored him and found a spot away from the mountain of meat to sit down.

The chairs in the conference room have a very avant-garde design, resembling bar stools, but the legs are shaped like forearms and wrists, with a semi-curled hand on top, its five fingers enveloping the person sitting on it.

Liang Zaibing had no doubt that the chair would stand up and hit someone.

Other players had arrived before them.

A woman wearing thin silver-rimmed glasses sat silently in the corner, dozing off. Her slightly long hair was tied back in a low, listless ponytail, and she wore a brand-new white lab coat over her brown long dress.

Are you a doctor?

Perhaps you can ask her for help if you get injured in a dungeon.

But with such new white coats, are their skills up to par?

Only after Liang Zaibing sat down next to her did the woman raise her head and give him a condescending glance.

It was a very youthful baby face, but it looked so tired that it had an air of professionalism even at such a young age.

"Mo Qiuping."

Liang Zaibing smiled kindly at her and introduced herself, "Liang Zaibing."

Mo Qiuping nodded almost imperceptibly, then lowered her head and squinted her eyes to rest.

Are doctors always this tired?

The next person to enter was a pure-looking female student in a JK uniform. The girl forced a weak smile, her expression a mixture of fear and excitement. "Hello, my name is Zhu Meng."

The fifth one is an ordinary-looking boy wearing an ill-fitting suit, Zhang Yifan.

Their appearances are quite different from those of the previous members, so it would feel very incongruous for them to debut together.

Of course, this is a low emotional intelligence statement.

High emotional intelligence: This person looks very capable.

The door opened again, and a blond, blue-eyed foreign boy entered, dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans. His face wasn't yet so angular, leaning towards a youthful and gentle look.

This company in northern Myanmar has a fairly wide range of businesses.

Although they were both around fourteen or fifteen years old, the boy was still a head taller and had a noticeably larger frame.

The young man cautiously surveyed his surroundings, then nodded, pursing his thin lips. "Ivan Sablin, just call me Ivan."

He spoke with a peculiar accent, more like a Slavic accent than a European or American one.

The system's countdown kept beeping in my head like a time bomb, until there were still two people missing when there was only one minute left.

Just as the countdown was about to reach zero, a girl in a red dress finally arrived, fluttering into the conference room like a butterfly.

The girl had long, wine-red curly hair, glossy and thick like seaweed under the sunlight, or like a bewitching siren.

Wearing a fitted black halter dress with a side slit that revealed her smooth, fleshy thighs, she still exuded a powerful aura even in her youthful form.

Anyone who dares to dress like this in a horror game is either a pretty face or a real expert.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Despite saying that, Song Yinghao showed no remorse on her face, but instead carried her usual arrogance.

Liang Zaibing was too lazy to even complain. Did you think we were really here to compete for a debut spot? And you even made a grand finale appearance.

There are hardly any easygoing people in this room.

Unlike myself, I'm just a weak and helpless college student.

The pink heart-shaped clock has completed a full rotation, and the hands point to 4:00.

[All players have arrived; the game has officially begun.]

Liang Zaibing glanced at the people present; there were clearly only seven.

Ivan, leaning against the window, looked downstairs as if he had a premonition.

A thin, small man exploded without warning, his flesh and blood covering half the street.

Ivan blinked his light-colored eyelashes, turned back to the crowd and said, "We don't need to wait for him."

The system prompt pops up again.

Your live stream is about to start. Do you want to change the default live stream name?

change!

Liang Zaibing confidently typed in "So handsome I'll get chopped up", but the system displayed "Already registered".

Which bastard is so shameless as to steal this name?

Liang Zaibing sighed regretfully, "Never mind, I won't change it then."

[Live stream is now open]

Current viewership: 0

For new players, it's normal for nobody to watch.

[Friendly reminder: Showing better skills and outstanding performances will attract more viewers to give you reward points. Of course, you can also earn rewards through other means.]

Other methods...

Liang Zaibing pondered for a moment how the streamers in the few live streams he had stumbled upon, where there were many wealthy viewers, asked for donations.

Wearing a very cool and refreshing dress, and then wiggling around in front of the screen...

I can't think about it anymore; it doesn't comply with community rules.

Moreover, he's just an ordinary handsome guy, so he can't follow the path of a female anchor. He could attract female fans as a handsome male anchor, though.

Great! The future looks bright.

You'll have an endless supply of points, so clearing the game won't be easy.

Liang Zaibing got more and more excited as he thought about it, and the system, perhaps unable to bear his daydreaming, popped up another system message.

[Reward points are calculated after clearing the dungeon. Points can be obtained during the dungeon through main quests, side quests, etc. Please explore on your own.]

Liang Zaibing pursed her lips.

Garbage, a system full of unscrupulous merchants.

As if a mechanism had been triggered, the mountain of flesh spun around in a chair, turning towards them with a "click-clack".

The tiny eyes, squeezed shut by fat and reduced to mere slits, gleamed with an evil light; then, with another smile, even the eyes disappeared.

The fat on its neck writhed, and it uttered a greasy sound in its throat, "Oh~ sweetheart, you've finally arrived."

If it weren't for the fear of missing mission information, Liang Zaibing would have loved to cover her ears.

Or you could just pour a bottle of dish soap into his mouth to remove the grease.

"You are all still very green, but believe me, I will make you all world-renowned superstars!"

A look of fervent ecstasy spread across Mr. Fatty's face, as if he were lost in thought.

Others either avoided eye contact in fear or turned their eyes away to protect their vision.

Song Yinghao looked at her newly done manicure with great boredom, waiting for the NPC to recite his standard lines.

“But apples don’t grow in a day, do they?” Mr. Fatty said quipped, but no one appreciated it. “You’ve come all this way from faraway places, you must be exhausted. Go back to your dorms and rest for a while, we’ll train again tomorrow.”

"Remember this: good kids shouldn't be running around outside after 10 p.m. Lack of sleep can have bad consequences." Mr. Fatty smiled sinisterly, the threat in his words clear.

Following the suit-wearing man who was barely maintaining a human form into the dormitory area, Liang Zaibing looked at her roommates for the next seven days—