Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 3: Even if you are leaning against the wall, you are not afraid of your shadow!

at the same time.

On the homepage of an app called "Spiritual Disaster Game", a live broadcast room is being recommended in a scrolling manner.

【Open the live broadcast room for the last time! 】

【The final internal test qualification is released! 】

[Unprecedented! Nightmare-level difficulty in the pre-registration dungeon! A dead end!]

The catchy title attracts people who own the software to flock to the live broadcast room.

They are all Unholy Calamity players.

He is a being chosen by the Spiritual Disaster Game to enter the so-called copy and gain extraordinary powers, but he is also a desperado struggling on the line between life and death.

After all, if you die in a dungeon, all that will be teleported back to reality after the game ends is your corpse.

"Is this true? Can a pre-registration dungeon be nightmare-level? Isn't that just like committing suicide?"

"I'll bet a hundred coins that all the newbies will be wiped out within two hours. Anyone want to place a bet?"

"Who do you think you can look down on? I'll bet you an hour!"

Many people in the live broadcast chat area expressed surprise at this unbalanced pre-registration copy.

Because normally, the pre-registration copies for obtaining player qualifications have obvious survival tips, which means "as long as you try your best, you will definitely succeed."

Everyone jokingly calls it a tutorial for beginners.

Dungeon difficulty is divided into easy, medium, hard and nightmare.

The beginner tutorial is just a simple level.

The completion rate of nightmare-level dungeons in the entire Calamity game is less than 1%.

If a newbie were to go through a nightmare dungeon...

As the chat section said - this is courting death!

For example, now, when you see new people dying just after waking up in the live broadcast room, people are already burning incense for them and opening bets.

But there were still a few people who noticed something was wrong.

"In a sense, the Spiritual Disaster game is very fair. There will never be a copy where you are guaranteed to die."

"In other words, if they're just using fifty lives for everyone's amusement, then there's something wrong with the balance of the Umbra game!"

"If this is the last time closed beta test qualifications are issued, will the game have a public beta?"

"We need to dig as deep as possible into the essence of the game before the public beta! This livestream might be a good opportunity!"

There are some powerful players in the live broadcast room.

But even these big guys don't think that nightmare-level dungeons can be conquered normally by newcomers.

They wanted to find out possible problems with the Calamity game itself from this final live broadcast.

As for the newcomers.

No one cares about the life or death of the pathfinder.

However, there is such a weirdo among the big guys.

Her focus is on the newcomers!
Precisely……

She hopes that all the newcomers will die in the dungeon.

This strange woman was lying on a hammock in her seaside villa, drinking expensive red wine, watching the live broadcast while sending messages on an encrypted chat app.

"The ceremony was successful. The special spirit tablet was carried by a criminal police captain named Li Guoqiang from Mingyang City."

"Don't worry. After spending so much money to deceive the administrator to change the difficulty of the dungeon, it's impossible for anyone to come out alive. This dungeon has no real conditions for clearing it."

"After all the newcomers are sacrificed, I will use a special spirit tablet to control Li Guoqiang's corpse and bring the [Descending Thing] back to reality."

“May the disaster continue forever.”

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Pre-registered copy.

No one knew that this was a mortal sacrifice.

Their current focus is still on the deceased.

"Someone go and see...how did he die?"

This group of guys who were wary of each other couldn't help but speak up and try to keep each other warm.

In reality, they are all criminals who regard human life as worthless. In the eyes of normal people, they are all dangerous and people want to stay away from them.

But here he faced supernatural and mysterious situations and learned that there were real evil spirits lurking around.

Everyone became the weakest prey.

The weapons on their waists or the dangerous drugs in their pockets can no longer give them a sense of security.

Those who were holding the knives even felt that the weapons in their hands were becoming colder, just like their own mood.

It's all freezing cold.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you go and see? Are you asking us to die?" Someone started to curse and refute the previous proposal.

Most people also maintain the same attitude.

Yeah! Who knows if examining the body will make that ghost target me?
Except for the woman who collapsed on the spot with limp legs, everyone else involuntarily stepped back a distance.

The situation suddenly became deadlocked again.

Wu Wang was the only one in the crowd whose attention was not on the corpse, but on the woman lying limp on the ground.

On her shadow, to be exact.

I don’t know if it’s my eyes that are blurring my vision.

Wu Wang seemed to see the woman's shadow trembling?

Could it be that the purple mood has leaked?

"Boom!"

There was another loud noise.

This time it wasn't the sound of someone falling down, but the sound of almost all the lights in the classroom going out.

Only one headlight was left to illuminate the podium, and the standing microphone immediately became the focus of the entire audience.

The strange thing is that the light does not spread at all, as if it violates the laws of physics. Except for the podium where the microphone is located, even the closest places are still as dark as ink and you can't see your hand in front of you.

rustling --

In the darkness, the rustling sounds of clothes rubbing against each other and footsteps began to be heard. At first, there were only a few occasional sounds, but gradually, most people in the classroom started to move spontaneously.

Phototaxis isn't just a moth's trait.

The same is true for humans.

In an unknown environment, no one wants to stay in the dark, where they might not even be able to detect approaching danger.

The podium was large enough for about ten people to stand on, so even if something rushed out from the darkness, there would be enough time to react.

It is undoubtedly a safe zone.

"Asshole! Get out of my way!"

The first curse came from the darkness.

puff-

Along with the subtle sound of a sharp weapon entering the body, people nearby immediately felt some warm liquid splashing on their faces.

Everyone here understands what that is, or what it means.

Someone is trying to seize the light source!
As murderers without any bottom line, their eyes in the darkness were also stained with a hint of madness as the smell of blood spread in the air.

Yes, seats are not first come first served!
Only those who are alive are qualified to stand in the safe zone!
"Want to trip me? You don't need this leg anymore!"

"You're in the way, you bastard!"

"Ah! My hand! Who cut it off!?"

The sounds of fighting and screams came one after another in the darkness.

Various sounds were amplified and echoed through the microphone, making people's scalps tingle.

The classroom suddenly turned into a bloody inferno, and everyone's only thought was about fighting their way out.

thump -- thump -- thump --

However, before anyone could run to the light source, the thudding sound appeared again, and it sounded just like the sound of the deceased falling to the ground when he first appeared.

The key is that there are too many sounds of falling!

Far more than those killed!
One after another, people fell to the ground and were unable to get up. There was no struggle or wailing in pain. It was obvious that they did not die from fatal injuries caused by fighting.

Even those guys who had their hands and feet cut off and were screaming in pain were silent.

The entire classroom immediately fell into a dead silence, as if the mute button had been pressed.

Everyone swallowed nervously.

The action stopped almost at the same time.

Now even the most powerful person noticed that something was wrong.

Some kind of death rule has been triggered again!

And at least twenty people died!
About ten seconds passed.

No one dared to make any movement, for fear that they would die inexplicably.

The classroom seemed to have returned to the silence it had been at the beginning when everyone was asleep.

Only the occasional extremely tense breathing sound can make people aware of each other's existence in the darkness.

"Singing folk songs~ Hey hey hey~"

"Sing over here~Come over there~"

At a time when their heartbeats were soaring as if they would jump out of their throats at any moment, the sudden singing made everyone feel a sudden pain in their balls.

The key is that the singing is so tuneless that it sounds like a devil's music.

Even though nothing could be seen clearly in the darkness, everyone turned their eyes towards the location where the sound came from.

Dada-da-da-da

The dynamic sound of tap dance footsteps came from where the singing was taking place and moved forward at a rhythmic pace.

And they even sang and danced! ?

What the hell is this?

Everyone's brain shut down, with only one thought echoing in their mind - isn't this person afraid of death?
"Not once, buddy comes on stage!"

As soon as they finished speaking, they noticed that the other party had already reached the podium.

As that handsome face with dead eyes appeared under the only light in the whole place, many people who had been spoken to by Wu Wang before felt even more annoyed.

Why is it him again!
"Om-"

Wu Wang clapped his hand on the microphone, and a harsh electric sound made everyone cover their ears and frown.

After confirming the microphone was working properly, Wu Wang said shyly with a hotel waiter's standard fake smile, "Thank you all for letting me speak. I'm really sorry, but I'll just briefly talk about three points."

Who the hell gave you such a favor that you could speak!
Didn’t you just jump up there happily?

And you're being shy!
Hard again.

Now everyone's fists are hardened.

"First, I'm not an expert in dealing with ghosts. Second, I believe everyone wants to know how to break the three rules of death, so the third point is very important."

"Third, as I said in the first point, I'm not an expert in dealing with ghosts, so I don't know."

Watching the young man talking seriously about nonsense literature, he continued to tap dance on the spot and played animal shadow puppets with the help of lights.

The hands, feet and mouth are coordinated without any conflict.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to say that he was versatile, or whether I wanted to just rush up and stab him twice.

But since the death rule had just been triggered, more than a dozen lives were lost.

The less you do, the less mistakes you make, and the less you do, the better.

At this critical juncture, the murderers still felt it was better to be cautious and did not dare to act rashly.

All they could do was let Wu Wang go crazy in front of the microphone.

By the way, they also wanted to observe whether the rules of death would appear on this conspicuous bag.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, infinite blessings and blessings, Amen Allah Rahu Akbar!"

"Light~Phoenix flying against the wind~Light!"

Wu Wang was still talking nonsense and singing.

Boom!
As he sang the word "light", the spotlight above his head suddenly lit up and illuminated the classroom like day.

All the filth that had happened in the darkness was exposed under everyone's eyes.

A large amount of blood stained the white floor like an abstract painter creating a work with red paint. The sticky feeling flowing slowly down the stairs was like the bright red dripping on the white cloth of the bathtub in Marat's death. The corpses lying in all directions were like abrupt embellishments on the canvas, which seemed extremely glaring.

Some of them can be seen to have fatal wounds, and it is obvious that they died in a fight.

Some, like the first corpse, fell to the ground with expressions of horror, with no visible injuries.

The darkness just now lasted for ten minutes.

The classroom that originally held fifty people now only has more than twenty people left.

The frequency of death is disturbingly exaggerated.

But everyone's gaze lingered on the corpse for only a moment, and most of the time they cast murderous looks at Wu Wang.

"You, what did you find?"

A burly man who was closest to the podium walked up with a tough tone.

At his feet lay two people whose necks were twisted and strangled to death. This was the work of the strong man in the dark.

He also asked the questions that most people had in mind.

Why didn't this boy's crazy, abstract behavior trigger any death rules?

He can only avoid it if he has discovered something!

He looked at the burly man who was a head taller than him and whose muscles bulged like hills, giving him an oppressive feeling, coming towards him.

Wu Wang was unmoved and just smiled and said:

"I don't really like your tone. I had all the barking dogs downstairs neutered on New Year's Eve. I suggest you pay attention to your manners."

"Tsk, you rubbish! Behave yourself later!"

The sturdy man reached out his hand disdainfully and tried to strangle Wu Wang's neck to force him to surrender.

His big palm almost covered the boy's entire face.

So much so that Wu Wang's expression, which was gradually turning cold, could not be seen at all under the shadow.

boom!
The dull sound of someone falling to the ground echoed in the classroom.

Everyone outside the podium had expressions of disbelief.

Something unexpected happened!

They saw the strong man lying on the ground with his eyes rolled back and twitching uncontrollably.

There was a dent in the temple, obviously having been hit hard by something.

"Fa...what happened?"

"One punch! He knocked out such a strong man with just one punch!"

Before everyone could recover from the shock, they saw Wu Wang pull out the microphone from the stand and smash it hard on the burly man's temple. He raised his hand and smashed it down again and again with an expressionless face, just like pounding rice cakes.

Puff puff puff——

Blood splattered, a mixture of red and white.

Now everyone's attention was finally diverted from Wu Wang's abstract behavior just now.

He began to notice something was wrong with him.

From his naked upper body, one can feel that his muscles tense up at the moment of punching, and his angular lines are as clear as a sculpture. Muscle lines that have not been tempered by thousands of times will not be so beautiful.

The textbook-like force-generating technique when punching brought the power to the extreme, which made people tremble in their hearts.

Add to that the callous indifference when taking someone's life.

There was no doubt that this young man was of the same kind as them.

No! He's more dangerous than most murderers!
Because Wu Wang's appearance and behavior are too confusing!

"I have never claimed to be a good person. I am not afraid of my shadow being right. " Finally, a voice other than the headshot was heard from the podium.

After saying that, Wu Wang put the microphone back into the stand.

Then he just sat down on the podium, squinted his eyes and continued to observe everyone with a smile on his face.

These people were not wrong.

He had indeed guessed some of the rules of death.

Even checked it out myself.

But the remaining things still need a few more tests before they can be finalized.

As for the test subjects.

We are all brothers, I believe no one here will refuse...

　Not a live stream! Not a live stream! Woo woo woo
　　
　
(End of this chapter)