A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

[Violation record: 1 time.]

[Handling: Immediately relocate to the designated plane. Countdown: 00:30.]

Han Yingying glanced at the number; 30 seconds. The number jumped to 29 while she was looking at it.

She didn't panic or try to stop anything. She simply glanced around the room, grabbed her phone and wallet from the table and stuffed them into her pocket, then sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.

27.

26.

The door downstairs opened and closed, and Zeng Yu's voice came up from downstairs, saying something about "letting her calm down." Han Xue's voice said, "Yes, it's hard for her to say right now." Chen Xu didn't make a sound, as if he had quietly disappeared downstairs.

10.

5.

The light in the room changed—not dimmed, but changed color, from natural daylight to a musty yellow. The floor moved, not wobbled, but as if someone had removed the foundation and replaced it with a new one. Everything froze for a second, like a pause button being pressed and then released.

The room in front of her was no longer hers.

The road stretched endlessly, flanked by low-hanging trees. The sky was a greyish-blue, the air still and almost unreal. Other people stood on the road, in twos and threes, their expressions varied. Some looked around, some had their heads down, and a tall man paced back and forth, glancing at his watch every now and then.

Han Yingying took her phone out of her pocket. There was no signal, the time was still ticking, and the location displayed was: Unknown.

She put her phone back and mentally went over what had happened in the past few minutes: amnesia, the rules on the wall, the abnormal man, breaking the rules, the countdown, and the transfer.

Then she thought of something—

She's played this before.

The thought popped up from somewhere, not from memory, but from feeling, something at the level of muscle memory, like paper wrinkled by water, stretching out the outline of the memory, but the details were blurry. She didn't remember the copy, but she remembered the feeling—rules, violations, transfer, going through this whole process without panicking, which in itself spoke volumes.

enough.

Han Yingying put the thought aside and began to observe the people around her.

There are more people on the highway.

It wasn't just a little bit more; when Han Yingying looked down at her phone and then looked up again, the number of people had increased from seven to more than a dozen. The methods of their transfer were all different. Some appeared out of thin air, some walked out from the direction of the roadside woods, and one even fell from the sky. Its landing posture wasn't very graceful, and it had to dust off its clothes after getting up.

Han Yingying scanned all these people.

The newcomers' reactions were easy to spot: they stood in place spinning around, trying to make a phone call, taking a few steps into the woods and then retreating. Only a few people were quiet; these quiet individuals stood more loosely, but their eyes were constantly moving, scanning people from head to toe with a touch of professional assessment.

"Any veteran players here?" A voice came from the middle of the crowd. It was a female voice, very flat, not a probe, but a statement of a question.

The speaker was a woman who looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She was wearing high heels, a business suit, and her hair was tied up at the back of her head. Her aura extended outward by half a meter, and she stood in the crowd like a pivot, causing others to automatically make some distance to the sides.

The tall man pacing nearby spoke first: "I've been in here three times, B-grade, C-grade, B-grade again." His voice was low and not particularly enthusiastic, but he was willing to talk.

The woman nodded and shifted her gaze to the other quiet people.

Han Yingying didn't speak immediately. She counted the number of people—fourteen. Among the veteran players, about four or five were willing to show up, and the rest were newcomers, seven or eight in total. They stood on the outer circle, their expressions varied, but they all had one thing in common: they didn't know what would happen next.

She felt that same way forty minutes ago.

"I've cleared a C-rank dungeon," she said, her voice normal, without deliberately raising it, "once."

The woman looked at her. "C-level, what type?"

"Escape room type, enclosed space, timed puzzle." Han Yingying said these words as if she really remembered them. "I passed the game by triggering a hidden clue with an item in the end. The rating is good."

When she said these things, she wasn't even sure if they were true, but after she said them, something in the air moved. It wasn't a physical movement, but rather like a system receiving her input and processing it.

Then a prompt popped into her mind:

[Fraudster (Passive): When successfully influencing others' judgment using false information, the relevant statements will be certified as "established facts" by the system, and the user will receive additional perception bonuses in the corresponding scenario.]

[Additional information on dungeon logs: Completion logs for C-level dungeons (escape room type) have been added.]

After reading the two messages, Han Yingying maintained her original expression without any change.

A boy next to her stared at her for a second and asked, "Good review. How did you get there? What props did you use?"

"I had no items; my inventory was empty when I went in." Han Yingying glanced at him. "You've completed the game too?"

"I...no, this is my first time." The boy shrank back.

The woman softened her attitude towards Han Yingying a little and turned to the others, starting to organize a simple information exchange. The tall man was named He Ming, had been in the dungeon three times, mainly at the B-level, and was skilled in strength-based solutions; the woman was named Shen Yi, had been in five times, and had a charm-based skill; there were also two middle-aged men who clearly knew each other, but their dungeon experiences were vague, lacking details, and seemed more like they were simply repeating what others had said.

Shen Yi immediately exposed their lies: "You said there are hidden levels in C-rank dungeons, but actually, there are no hidden levels in C-rank dungeons. Only B-rank and above have them. Have you ever been to a C-rank dungeon?"

The two middle-aged men exchanged a glance but remained silent.

Shen Yi didn't continue chasing, but turned to the side and counted the number of people again.

Han Yingying stood by, watching this scene, mentally reviewing Shen Yi's actions—he had just entered, immediately asked if there were any veteran players, then gathered information, and identified lies; the whole process was smooth and efficient, something not expected from a first-time visitor. Interestingly, while she had exposed the two middle-aged men, she hadn't questioned Han Yingying's account.

Either they believed it, or they felt it wasn't necessary to pursue it now.

In the distance, light appeared at the end of the road.

It was a car headlight. A bus emerged from a bend in the road. The body was old-fashioned, painted green, and half of it was rusty. The license plate number was garbled. The destination sign on it read three words: "Horror Guesthouse".

The bus stopped in front of the group, the doors opened, and a person in uniform sat in the driver's seat. #Chapter 1

Han Yingying opened her eyes, and the chandelier on the ceiling made her feel a little dizzy.