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

To know.

This is a bizarre, globally synchronized copy!

While the rest of the world was at a loss, the viewers in Kyushu were the first to crack the demon's killing pattern!

"Quickly! Report this discovery!"

"Each country has one chance to give the player a hint! This is a huge advantage for our Kyushu Kingdom!"

"Just tell Yang Shen this rule..."

"No, it seems Yang Shen already knows. He just told Li Yao to look at the ground!"

"Then we can save this opportunity for a more crucial moment! We're ahead! We're ahead of the whole world!"

The audience in the live stream was in a state of high excitement.

Avoiding visible footprints is a piece of cake for top players.

This discovery.

It's practically equivalent to giving every player a get-out-of-jail-free card!

At least.

They are safe under the threat of this "footprint ghost"!

Meanwhile, the Kyushu livestream room was filled with jubilation, celebrating this earth-shattering discovery.

The "cyber spies" planted in the Kyushu livestream room by other countries also immediately transmitted this shocking intelligence back to their respective command centers.

"What? The pattern of murder is footprints?"

Inside the United Analysis Department of the United States.

General Smith, his hair white and brows furrowed, immediately ordered: "Retrieve surveillance footage from all angles, especially the live stream view from the Kyushu players. Analyze the entire process of that Iraqi man's death frame by frame!"

"yes!"

soon.

After slow-motion playback and 3D modeling analysis by supercomputers, a clear result was presented to all the think tanks of the United States.

in conclusion:

The moment the deceased stepped out of the room.

Its left foot did indeed come into contact with the charred marks on the ground. The contact area was approximately 95 percent.

"They really are footprints..."

"General, should we use the alert opportunity immediately to inform 'Hawkeye' and the others of this intelligence?"

General Smith remained silent for a moment, then finally shook his head.

"No."

"It's not 100% certain yet."

"This is just a reasonable guess; what if there are other hidden conditions in the rules?"

"For example, 'The first person to leave after the bell rings will die,' or 'Anyone who opens the door for more than three seconds will die?'"

"We only have one chance to get a hint, and we must not waste it on unverified speculation."

"We need a... test subject."

The same scene was also playing out in the command centers of major powers such as Japan, Korea, and North Korea.

They all learned about the speculation surrounding the "footprint rule" through their own channels.

This also indirectly confirmed the high probability of this speculation through technical means.

But like the United States.

None of these meticulous countries dared to easily use that one and only life-saving warning.

They are all waiting.

Waiting for a "fool" or a "bad guy" to risk their life to prove the truth of this rule.

However......

When it was seen that almost all countries decided to wait.

The United States, the beacon of democracy, can no longer sit still.

They knew very well that the longer they waited, the more disadvantageous it would be for their players!

they.

We can't lose, we can't fail in this struggle for survival!

and so.

Knowing whether this rule is correct is crucial, and thus, a scene that shocked the world unfolded!

General Smith slammed his hand on the table and issued a chilling order.

"Immediately establish contact with the Lancang Kingdom!"

"Let them use up their hint opportunities!"

"Let their people be our guinea pigs!"

Lancang Kingdom.

A small country with a small land area that is heavily reliant on the support of the United States in all aspects.

When the unquestionable order from the United States was transmitted to the command center of the Lancang Kingdom via encrypted lines, everyone's face turned pale.

"This...this is unacceptable!"

"Our player 'Ruan Wen' is still so young! How can we let him take such a risk!"

"But... if we refuse, what will happen to the United States..."

Inside the command post, there was an eerie silence.

Everyone knows very well what the consequences of refusing are.

There's no need to wait for the bizarre instance to end; the Beacon of Light's fleet might appear at their port first thing tomorrow morning.

Even more terrifying.

The United States also included a photo in its communications.

In the photo.

A gentle woman and a lovely girl are being "protected" by two expressionless, burly men in black.

Those are the wife and daughter of Ruan Wen, a player from Lancang!

A blatant threat!

An inescapable coercion!

"We...had no choice..."

The leader of Lancang Kingdom closed his eyes and uttered these words, filled with humiliation and pain, in a hoarse voice.

……

Inside room 108.

A thin young man named Ruan Wen was leaning against the cold wooden door, shivering.

He clutched a slightly yellowed family photo tightly in his hand. In the photo, he was holding his lovely daughter, and his wife was nestled beside him, smiling with immense happiness.

"Mom and Dad, Xiaohua... wait for me, I will definitely come back alive..."

He murmured softly.

This was his only source of spiritual support in this land of despair.

However, at that moment...

A cold, emotionless system notification appeared before his eyes without warning.

[The only official message from the Lancang Kingdom:]

I saw this line of text.

Ruan Wen was taken aback at first, then a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

It's the country!

The country has not abandoned me!

They gave me a hint!

He looked down excitedly.

[Rule speculation: Do not step on the charred footprints in the corridor.]

footprint?

What footprints?

But then...

The next line of text made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his blood froze instantly!

[Instruction: Immediately exit the building and move to the safe area in the corridor without stepping on any footprints, to verify the correctness of this rule for players from other countries.]

What?

Let me... go out?

Go and validate the rules?

What's the difference between this and sending him to his death?!

Ruan Wen's mind went blank.

Blank.

Why?

Why did the government give me this instruction?

The last line of blood-red warning text shattered all his remaining hope and sliver of complacency.

[Warning: Your family members, your wife 'Chen Fang', and your daughter 'Ruan Xiaohua', are under 'key protection' by the United States.]

For their absolute safety, please execute this instruction unconditionally.

boom--!

It was as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment.

Ruan Wen stared blankly at the line of words, at the two names "Chen Fang" and "Ruan Xiaohua" that he had engraved in his heart, and then looked down at the happy family photo in his hand.

betray!

He was betrayed without mercy by his own country, by the motherland he swore to protect with his life!

He is not a hero, nor is he a hope.

He was just a...

A piece that can be sacrificed at any time to scout ahead!

An indescribable anger and despair erupted from his chest like a volcano!

"Why...why!!"

He clenched his teeth so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

My heart is numb with pain.

He doesn't want to die.

But he couldn't bear the thought of his wife and daughter suffering any misfortune because of his "non-cooperation"!

That was all he had in this world!

a long time.

a long time.

Nguyen Van slowly loosened his clenched fist.

The anger and resentment on his face gradually faded, replaced by a heartbreaking stillness and resolute determination.

He was very careful.

He kept that family photo close to his body, as if it were his last armor.

then.

He stood up and walked to the door.

He didn't open the door immediately, but pressed his ear against the cold door panel, listening carefully to the sounds outside.

A dead silence.

Only his own heart pounded like a drum.

He took a deep breath, a breath that was cold and bitter, like the chilling wind that filled the entire winter night.

"Ah Fang, Xiao Hua... I'm sorry."

"Wait for me..."

With a barely audible murmur, his hand, trembling, grasped the cold doorknob.

creak-

A soft, yet incredibly jarring scraping sound rang out in the deathly silent corridor.

The door to room 108 was slowly pushed open a crack.

A thick, nauseating smell of blood, mixed with the odor of something burning, instantly filled his nostrils.

Ruan Wen's pupils suddenly contracted!

He saw it through the crack in the door.

He saw a headless corpse lying motionless on the ground not far away, and he saw the thick blood that had stained a large area of ​​the carpet.

I also saw...

Scattered on the dark red carpet were black, menacing footprints, like branding marks of demons!

They spread from the depths of the corridor.

As you pass by the corpse, scattered throughout every inch of the corridor, it's like a vast net woven from death!

So... these are footprints.

original……

That Iraqi player died because he stepped on it.

Nguyen Van's heart.

It felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping its beating.

His mission.

We walked through this area filled with deadly traps.

One wrong step and you're doomed!

He closed his eyes, and for the last time, the smiling faces of his wife and daughters appeared in his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, they had become empty and resolute.

He pushed the door open a little wider, just enough for him to squeeze through sideways.

Then, he lifted his foot.