A bizarre resurrection: I, Yang Jian, am bound by a contract with the school beauty!

"And this one too, 'If you don't want your room to be opened by someone, you'd better carry your room number with you at all times'..."

The burly man from the Northern Bear Kingdom, as imposing as a brown bear.

Ivan stroked the cold, black plaque with "105" written on it in his hand, his eyes becoming extremely solemn.

Does this mean that...?

"Is this doorplate the key, and also the only 'lock'?"

"Once we leave the room..."

"Does carrying the room number on your person mean the room is unprotected?"

This explanation.

This points to a chilling possibility—their "safe house" is not safe at all!

It could be broken in by other "people" or other "things" at any time!

And the last sentence, "Be careful of everything."

It was like a final judgment, plunging everyone's hearts into despair.

Everything...

Is it because you're wary of ghosts in the hotel?

Or should we be wary of other players around us?

There was no sound, and no light effects.

The black doorplate, like melted butter, silently embedded itself into the wooden door, as if it had always been there.

On the door panel.

The three blood-red numbers "101" flickered slightly before settling into place.

One room has been successfully occupied.

Seeing this, the others followed suit and placed their own doorplates on the selected doors.

102, 103, 104...

Each room number, like an inscription on a tombstone, is branded in the dimly lit corridor.

While these top global players were making tense moves to seize advantageous terrain...

The hotel lobby was empty and deathly silent.

Yang Jian and Li Yao.

But he remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.

Li Yao watched as the players disappeared into the dark corridor.

He glanced again at the brass keychain in his hand that had "202" on it, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Yang Jian, are we... not going up?"

Their room was on the second floor.

This applies to everyone.

They were all isolated.

Yang Jian did not answer immediately.

His gaze swept calmly over the person still standing behind the counter.

A puppet receptionist with a strange smile on her face.

He glanced again at the staircase leading to the second floor, shrouded in even deeper darkness, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"What's the rush?"

He spoke calmly, his voice revealing not a trace of nervousness.

"There must be a reason why the system arranged them all on the first floor."

"Let them go and scout ahead for us."

Yang Jian paused for a moment.

His deep gaze seemed to pierce through the walls, reaching the corridor where room numbers were already lit up one by one.

"The 'welcome ceremony' at this hotel is not that simple."

"The first floor will definitely be very lively later."

"us……"

"It's good to be a spectator for now."