Chapter 3: A Slanted Body Fears Not the Shadow's Alignment!
At the same time.
On the homepage of an app called "Spirit Disaster Game," a certain livestream was being continuously recommended.
[Final round of internal beta access grants!]
[Unprecedented! Pre-registration dungeon at nightmare difficulty! A death sentence!]
These sensational titles attracted users of the app to flood into the livestream.
They were all Spirit Disaster players.
Chosen by the Spirit Disaster Game to enter so-called dungeons and gain extraordinary powers, but also desperate souls struggling on the brink of life and death.
After all, if they died in the dungeon, what would be teleported back to reality after the game ended would only be their corpse.
“Is this for real? A pre-registration dungeon at nightmare difficulty? Isn’t that basically a death sentence?”
“I’ll bet 100 Misfortune Coins that all the newbies will be wiped out within two hours. Anyone want to bet?”
“Who do you think you’re kidding? I’ll bet one hour!”
Many in the chat room were shocked by this completely unbalanced pre-registration dungeon.
Normally, the pre-registration dungeons that grant player qualifications always have clear survival hints—something like ‘if you give it your all, you can definitely succeed.’
They jokingly called these the newbie tutorials.
Dungeon difficulties were divided into Easy, Medium, Hard, and Nightmare.
The newbie tutorial was merely Easy.
Nightmare difficulty dungeons had a clearance rate of less than 1% across the entire apocalypse game.
Sending newcomers into a nightmare dungeon...
As the chat room said—this was a death sentence!
For example, now, when newcomers died right after waking up, people were already burning incense for them and placing bets.
Yet a small number sensed something was off.
“The Spirit Disaster Game is fair in a certain sense; it would never truly have an unwinnable dungeon.”
“That means if they’re using fifty lives just for entertainment, the game’s balance is broken!”
“If this is the last internal beta access, will there be a public launch?”
“Before the public launch, we need to dig into the essence of this apocalypse game as much as possible! This livestream might be a good chance!”
There were some powerful players in the chat.
But even these veterans didn’t think a nightmare-level dungeon was something newbies could normally clear.
They wanted to find any potential problems with the apocalypse game itself from this last livestream.
As for the newcomers?
No one really cared about the fate of these stepping stones.
However, among the veterans was a strange individual.
Her focus was, paradoxically, on the newcomers!
More precisely...
She hoped all the newcomers would die inside the dungeon.
This strange woman lay in a hammock at a seaside villa, sipping expensive red wine while watching the livestream and sending messages on a certain encrypted chat app—
“The ritual succeeded. The special spirit talisman is carried by Li Guoqiang, a detective captain from Mingyang City.”
“Don’t worry, we spent a huge cost to deceive the administrators and modify the dungeon difficulty. No one will come out alive; this dungeon has no real clearing condition.”
“After all the newcomers are sacrificed, I will use the special talisman to control Li Guoqiang’s corpse to bring the ‘Descended Entity’ back to reality.”
“May the disaster continue eternally.”
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Inside the pre-registration dungeon.
No one knew this was a certain death ritual.
Their focus was still on the dead.
“Who wants to check... how he died?”
This group of wary individuals couldn’t help but speak up, trying to band together.
In reality, they were criminals who treated human life as worthless; dangerous in the eyes of normal people who would rather avoid them.
But here, facing supernatural phenomena and knowing that deadly spirits lurked nearby,
they had all become the weakest prey.
Weapons at their waists or dangerous drugs in their pockets no longer gave them any sense of security.
Those clutching small knives felt the blades growing colder, matching their chilling moods.
It was bone-chilling cold.
“Stop talking nonsense! Why don’t you go check? You want us to rush to our deaths?” someone snapped in anger, rejecting the suggestion.
Most shared the same attitude.
Indeed! Who knew if checking the corpse might attract that ghost’s attention?
Except for the woman who had collapsed weakly, everyone instinctively stepped back a little.
The situation froze again.
Only Wu Wang’s attention was not on the corpse but on that collapsed woman.
More precisely, on her shadow.
Not sure if it was his eyes playing tricks, but Wu Wang seemed to see the woman’s shadow trembling.
Could it be her purple mood leaking electricity?
“Bang!”
Another loud noise.
This time, it wasn’t someone falling, but almost all the lights in the classroom going out.
Only one spotlight remained, illuminating the podium, making the standing microphone the center of attention.
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Strangely, the light seemed to defy physics, not dispersing at all. Except for the podium with the microphone, even the closest surroundings remained pitch black, unfathomably dark.
Rustle, rustle—
Sounds of clothes brushing and footsteps began in the darkness, occasional at first, then gradually most people in the classroom started moving on their own.
Attraction to light was not a trait unique to moths.
Humans were the same.
In an unknown environment, no one wanted to stay in absolute darkness where dangers might approach unnoticed.
The podium was large enough to hold about ten people; even if something rushed out from the dark, there would be time to react.
Undoubtedly, it was a safe zone.
“Bastard! Get the hell away from me!”
The first angry curse rang out from the darkness.
Pfft—
Accompanied by the faint sound of a blade piercing flesh, nearby people immediately felt warm blood splatter on their faces.
Everyone present understood what that meant.
Someone had started fighting over the light zone!
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