The apocalypse begins with a dungeon game.

So this was the place after the vortex teleportation. Li Can looked around and met the old man's gaze. It was an unusually tired pair of eyes, with red blood vessels covering the yellowish whites of the eyes, and the skin at the corners of the eyes was loose and drooping. The old man looked listless.

This translucent body just doesn't look human at all.

He turned his gaze back to himself and fell silent. How did his clothes become a blue and white striped hospital gown? When was it changed? Who changed it?

However, the quality is much better than the thin pajamas I wore when I exploded.

A plastic bracelet was also added to my wrist, with some basic information written on it.

No.: 1610

Name: Li Can

Sex: Male

Age: 18 years old

Identity: Patient

In the upper left corner, there is a line of small print that reads the name of the hospital: Wenxin Mental Hospital.

Wait, a mental hospital... Am I a patient?

The other patients, all dressed in the same blue and white striped clothes, were sitting cross-legged on the ground, warming themselves by the fire.

The mother-in-law took out eight soup bowls from her apron pocket and placed them at everyone's feet, each bowl filled with a spoonful of hot soup.

"Next, the soup noodles will be announced."

"She's dead."

The mother-in-law paused for a moment, then continued:

"Each person who drinks the soup can only ask me two questions. After asking the last question, they must answer it within 60 seconds. If the answer is wrong, they will be eliminated or killed."

I will only answer yes or no.

If the person who drinks the soup answers correctly at the end, the game ends and they receive a reward ball; all other people who drink the soup die.

"The person who drinks the soup must pluck a hair from their head before speaking each time."

"Those who drink the soup need to be checked by nurses before 12:30 a.m. and have their second bowl of soup at the cafeteria at 3 a.m.

"The bell in the clock tower chimes once every hour, and the person drinking the soup is unable to move during the ten-second chime."

Li Can looked at her mother-in-law and the more she looked, the more she felt that she was like a game NPC, even her speech was so official.

So, this is a game similar to a large-scale script murder mystery or a turtle soup game. The reason why the random code cloud brought him here is to complete the game and get the reward called something like the Quantity Ball.

It's still so surreal. Oh well, we're already here, let's see how things go first.

As Li Can thought this, a countdown timer with a title slowly appeared next to the gashapon machine in her mind:

[How far are we from the destruction of Earth?]

【23:35:03】

【23:35:02】

【23:35:01】

……

Li Can: "?"

No, we're already inside the vortex teleportation game, and the death countdown is still going on.

In this way, if you want to pass the level and get the number of balls, you can't develop slowly.

For some reason, his mind was filled with the words that the cloud had said before it became ill.

"You are the only surviving human on Earth in this world, the one I have spared no effort to protect. The world is in peril, and only you can save it. I have unwavering faith in your abilities."

It told Li Can that he was the only human left on Earth, so where did these other "soup drinkers" who were also playing the game come from? Were they NPCs too? It's impossible for him to be the only player in this game... and they don't seem like it either.

"With only two chances to ask questions, it's impossible to deduce the correct answer. Your game has a bug. I played games like Turtle Soup before the apocalypse, and the people making the soup didn't have a limit on the number of questions they could ask."

A strong, resonant male voice suddenly came from his left, drawing everyone's attention.

"And your soup noodles only give three words, who can guess the correct answer? This is clearly sending people straight to their deaths."

Li Can turned to look at the person next to her.

The man's blue and white striped hospital gown was slightly tight, with a tear in his round belly. He wore a small watch with a large gold chain and spoke in a hurried tone. Although his voice was loud when he asked the question, his hands hanging at his trousers were trembling.

However, the old woman did not answer his question, and looked at him indifferently. None of the other players dared to step forward and speak.

"Soup drinker number 1612 has violated the rules and will be punished," the old woman said in a stern voice.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the silent and deep forest. A humanoid monster with a jet-black, reflective spider-like body, eight thin legs, belly up, face turned 180 degrees, laughing as it charged towards the man.

"What rule did I break... No, no, I know, I've already pulled out my hair, look..." He was still struggling.

"Hehehehehe." The monster's eight slender tentacles clung to the man's body, and one of its legs wrapped tightly around his neck like a rope, constantly contracting until his head fell to the ground with a clatter.

The monster then extended its tentacles into the bloody hole in the man's neck, and soon the man's remaining flesh and blood were completely sucked away, leaving only loose skin clinging to the protruding bones.

Seeing this, the group tried to stand up and run away, but the weeds and trees surrounding the campfire area were now densely packed with monsters of the same kind.

In the pitch-black night, countless pairs of eyes glowing green could be seen.

Li Can knew that acting rashly was unsafe, and the best course of action now was to remain unchanged in the face of any eventuality.

The others tacitly chose to remain in their seats by the campfire, since no one knew if they would be the next to break the rules.

The death of No. 1612 was imminent, serving as a tremendous deterrent to everyone.

His body was thrown down by the humanoid spider monster, collapsing lifelessly into Li Can's arms.

Feeling the still-warm skin against his chest, Li Can carefully examined the surface of the corpse and was certain that the person was indeed human. Although he did not yet know the origin of these players, he already had a few general guesses in mind.

Secondly, it seems that you don't only die when the game ends, but you can die at any time, so try not to violate the rules set by the NPCs.

As for his own emotional response, it wasn't that he wasn't afraid, but he had become numb. After his heartfelt battle with a group of highly decomposed zombies on Earth ten years later, he now felt that the corpse in his arms was clean and hygienic, and wouldn't come back to life and bite people, so he was quite at ease.

"Well then, the game officially begins now. You can ask me questions at any time." After the old woman finished speaking to herself, her semi-transparent figure swayed, and a semi-transparent rocking chair suddenly appeared next to the soup pot.

"Oh, and remember to drink the soup."

She lay down on the surface of the sunflower seed shell like a small raisin, and conjured a newspaper out of thin air, starting to read it with great interest, completely ignoring the others still present.

Then, it seemed as if the air itself froze, and in the darkness, the only sound was the crackling of the firewood burning beneath the soup pot.

Even the sounds of a person's breathing and heartbeat become exceptionally clear.

After sucking out the brains, the humanoid spider monster and those with green eyes retreated back into the dark jungle. Everything came and went quickly, as if nothing had happened, and the surroundings returned to calm.

"Brother, I'm scared, what should we do?" After a minute of silence, a little girl with a ponytail, about six or seven years old, with a dirty face, pulled a hair from her head and got up from her original position to walk to the boy who was about the same age as her.

The two little ones huddled together, their faces so similar they looked like twins.

Upon hearing this, the boy also pulled out a hair from his head. Just as he was about to speak, a middle-aged man with long hair styled in a Taoist bun interrupted him.