Buddhist player

When Bai Chen regained his sight, the first thing he heard was the noisy sound of rain outside.

Then, a bone-chilling wind swept through the room, carrying with it a few icy water droplets, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

It was at this moment, as if he had triggered some kind of cutscene, that he finally regained true control of his body.

Without rushing to do anything else, Bai Chen began to observe his surroundings the moment he regained control of his body.

He was currently in what appeared to be an abandoned mansion, a place that seemed to have been deserted for a long time. A thick layer of dust covered the floor, and the furniture was scattered haphazardly, giving the whole place a chaotic and disorganized feel.

Outside, a torrential downpour filled the air with the incessant clatter of rain. Every now and then, a flash of lightning would rip through the sky, illuminating the entire world in a blinding light. A single white candle lit on the coffee table struggled to provide illumination for the entire hall.

On the sofa next to the coffee table, besides him, there were five other figures, three men and two women, who seemed to have just woken up, just like him.

(...Are there 6 participants in total?)

Just as Bai Chen was pondering, several blurry flashback memories suddenly appeared in his mind.

A group of curious and bustling college students, and a proposal to explore a haunted house over the weekend. In the last fragment of the newly added memory in their minds, the group was suddenly attacked by an unknown force after entering the haunted house, and then they all lost consciousness.

—And then, there they are now, all six of them, waking up.

"This even includes a backstory... Is this the origin of the so-called role-playing mode?"

Looking down at his unfamiliar clothes, Bai Chen raised an eyebrow slightly.

Not only his clothes, but his body is no longer his own. However, aside from his appearance, his inner self hasn't changed much, and his strength hasn't been restricted in any way.

...But this is not good news.

If his own strength is restricted, then the difficulty of this dungeon can at least be controlled. However, if his own strength is not restricted at all, the difficulty of this dungeon... may far exceed his imagination.

Just as Bai Chen was pondering the difficulty of this task, a figure stood up from the sofa, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention.

"Gentlemen, it's quite a coincidence that we're all lined up together. Why don't we all be open and honest and briefly introduce ourselves?"

As he spoke, he pointed to himself and began to introduce himself.

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"My player ID is [Cyberpunk Bard]. You can just call me the bard. Meanwhile, I come from the official department and am in charge of recruiting new members. If any of you are interested in joining the official team, you can add me as a friend after the newbie assessment mission is over."

"Official? What are the benefits of joining the official team?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a rather thin-looking boy next to the bard asked with great interest.

"Benefits? Of course there are benefits."

The bard glanced at the other person and smiled.

"First, you'll be officially employed as soon as you join. Second, you'll have a guaranteed monthly salary of at least 10. You'll not only receive various official resources and benefits, but you'll also be provided with a firearm..."

"I think anyone with a brain wouldn't talk about these things in this setting."

Suddenly, a voice interrupted the poet's words.

The burly man, arms crossed, glanced at the bard and snorted coldly as he sat on the sofa.

"What, are you so confident you can pass the test instead of dying here?"

"The beginner assessment tasks are not very difficult. As long as you prepare well in advance, passing the assessment will not be a problem."

There was no sign of anger. The bard reached out and adjusted his glasses, then smiled gently.

"Before participating in the newbie assessment mission, I have extensive experience in disaster relief work with other official players. If you trust me, I will lead this dungeon and ensure a perfect clear. What do you all think?"

As he spoke, the bard glanced at the other three who had not yet spoken.

Although it's a role-playing mode, and the people present don't resemble their real appearances, the allocation of role-players will be done in a way that suits them as much as possible.

For example, the burly man who started the fight was definitely a strong man, and the girl who remained silent and tapped the items around her was definitely aloof.

As the saying goes, a person's appearance may change, but their personality and temperament will not easily change.

"Uh... I have no objection."

After glancing at the others, the girl, who had almost shrunk most of her body into the sofa, timidly raised her hand.

"My player ID is 【Falling Maple Leaf】, you can just call me Maple Leaf."

"【Yuanqing】".

"Hmm... [Dust White]."

Bai Chen glanced thoughtfully at the girl who called herself "Yuan Qing" before looking away.

—Or rather, he always felt a strange sense of familiarity with the other person.

Seeing that everyone else had spoken up, the remaining two exchanged glances and then also gave out their IDs.

The thinner boy's ID was "The Way That Can Be Told Is Not the Constant Way," a rather mystical ID, while the burly man's ID was quite fitting for his personality... "Tiger King."

When he revealed the ID, Falling Maple Leaf couldn't help but burst out laughing, then realized something was wrong and hurriedly covered his mouth.

Tiger King: "..."

As it turns out, your ID is very important; a good ID can directly affect how others perceive you.

"Ahem... Let me analyze the current situation."

The bard coughed and quickly changed the subject before the Tiger King could transform.

"I'm sure you've all seen the recap that flashed through your minds. Considering our mission objectives and the torrential rain outside, this is a very typical haunted house survival mission. The solution to this type of mission is usually to find out the reason for the haunted house's existence and help clear away the resentment, but considering the time factor and the fact that we just need to hold out until dawn, I personally prefer..."

Before the bard could finish his sentence, a huge bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating the entire hall in a blinding flash.

The next second, the flame of the white candle on the coffee table flickered a few times in mid-air before silently going out.

Darkness descended in an instant.