It's time to become an evil god.

"This is the first time that Evolution Game has so openly exposed the players' roles. It seems that this dungeon mission is a dangerous mission with an extremely high elimination rate and a slim chance of survival."

Bai Ge's entire body was constantly breaking apart, turning into firefly-like lights that floated into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

The next second, when Bai Ge opened his eyes, he was standing in front of a three-way intersection. When he opened his skill panel, unsurprisingly, all his stats, items, and skills were grayed out and unusable. In other words, Bai Ge had become an ordinary person again.

"It fits the battle royale game setting perfectly, except..."

A rusty road sign stands at the three-way intersection, bearing horrifying marks of blood.

The road sign to the left reads "Raccoon City, a city of simple and honest people," while the sign to the right reads "Silent Hill, a city of warm hospitality."

"..."

Goodbye.

Wouldn't an ordinary person without the protagonist's halo just be waiting to die if they entered these two places?

Bai Ge paused for a moment, preparing to turn around and leave, trying to figure out a way to skip class. However, when he turned back, he found that there was also a sign standing behind him.

Innsmouth welcomes you.

"you are vicious."

After hesitating for a moment, Bai Ge turned on his teammate's locator. A lone green dot appeared in the direction of Silent Hill. It seemed that Mr. John Wick had already taken it upon himself to make the decision for him.

After a moment's thought, Bai Ge headed towards Silent Hill. Compared to going to Innsmouth to retrieve Dagon's household register or playing hide-and-seek with the G-virus infected, the nurse, whose head was swollen like a balloon about to burst and wrapped in blood-stained bandages, seemed less threatening.

Upon entering the fog-shrouded streets, the surrounding scenery became eerie and gloomy. Rustling sounds emanated from the pitch-black depths, as if something eerie lurked in the shadows. As the fog gradually dissipated, the dark outlines of buildings became faintly visible in the distance. It had been daytime at the crossroads, but by the time they reached the town, the sky had completely darkened. Bai Ge exhaled softly, instantly turning into visible frost.

The streets were quiet and deathly still, with abandoned cars occasionally seen on either side. Bai Ge smashed a window with a brick, rummaging through the windows for useful tools. However, aside from finding a wallet containing a few Franklin dollar bills, a movie star poster, a flashlight with a nuclear radiation symbol on it, and a fruit knife, he found nothing.

The shop next door was in a mess, with clothes scattered all over the floor and mannequins carelessly tossed in a corner. It was clear that they had left in a great hurry, leaving everything behind.

Clothes racks were scattered all over the floor, with only a mannequin standing in the very center. A brand-new white wedding dress was draped over the white mannequin, making it look somewhat eerie.

On

After failing to find any useful items, Bai Ge left the store, only to notice that the black dust floating in the air seemed to be increasing.

"Is this the ashes from a fire?"

As the ashes spread, the scene on the street began to change. The smooth asphalt road surface crumbled in the blink of an eye, raising endless black dust into the sky. The exterior walls of the houses collapsed little by little, until only the frames of the houses were left in front of us.

More and more ashes eventually turned into a vast expanse of black dust, engulfing most of the city.

With his escape route blocked, Bai Ge had no choice but to retreat back into the store. He turned around, only to find that the mannequin in the wedding dress behind him had vanished.

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

pat.

A drop of blood fell to the ground. Bai Ge paused for a moment and slowly raised her head.

Sometime during the night, the mannequin was hanging upside down from the ceiling, its white wedding dress now stained crimson with blood. The mannequin's prosthetic limbs rested lightly on its shoulders, then it suddenly leaped, knocking over the clothes rack, grabbing Bai Ge by the neck, and pinning him to the ground.

The sudden feeling of suffocation made Bai Ge grip the incredibly strong prosthetic hand tightly, freeing his other hand to reach into his pocket.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Bai Ge took out a poster with Dilraba's image from his pocket and neatly pasted it onto the smooth face of the mannequin.

After finishing, Bai Ge mustered the last bit of strength and revealed a satisfied smile.

"Hmm, it looks much better this way."

Chapter 531 One pencil is enough

Besides Bai Ge, who got separated from the group, several other teams simultaneously entered the Silent Hill instance world. They each received two different missions: one was to find a way to eliminate the other teams and achieve final victory, and the other was to unravel the secrets of Silent Hill, piece together the world's lore, and solve the mystery to clear the instance. However, both methods came at a terrible price.

The system essentially gives the choice to all the player teams present. Whether they form an alliance that collapses on its own or win the game tonight depends entirely on the players' choices.

The Twilight Hermit and the War Maniac crept closer to the direction from which the commotion was coming.

The two players, both from the second or third tier, are not far apart in strength. One is a berserker who trades blood for life, while the other is a sorcerer who is proficient in healing and sealing.

However, after their skills and items were sealed, the two of them now each held a kitchen knife in one hand and a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao and a bundle of hemp rope in the other.

A loud scraping sound came from the other side of the wall. The two were extremely nervous, their palms were already soaked with sweat, and they even breathed carefully, afraid of arousing the monster lurking in the darkness.

Originally, they only intended to sneak into one of the houses to observe the situation and avoid the so-called player hunters.

Moreover, they had searched the entire street but found no weapons, not even talismans or crosses to ward off evil spirits.

"Don't worry."

The war maniac turned his head, the scar on his face twitching with his expression, looking eerie and frightening. He gestured with the kitchen knife in his hand, reassuringly saying, "As long as the monster has a health bar, even a small knife can slowly wear it down. I once tortured myself for hundreds of hours in a series of arduous journeys in Dark Souls, Sekiro, Bloodborne, and others to hone my skills. Now, I'm confident I can slowly whittle down the health bar of a monster of this level."

The Twilight Hermit was looking at the other person with a rather unreliable gaze, but the war maniac had already placed his hand on the doorknob, widened the gap, and poked his head in.

The warmonger glanced inside the house, then quickly pulled his head back in and turned to look at the Twilight Hermit with a puzzled expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"what happened?"

The Twilight Hermit felt a chill run down his spine from the other man's awkward gaze, which alerted him. He thought he was being manipulated by some kind of mind control technique, so he nervously shook the war maniac's shoulders and asked urgently, "Don't scare me, what's wrong with you?"

"Hmm... I just felt something was a little strange."

The hermit at dusk asked anxiously, "Strange? What did you see?"

The warmonger scratched the back of his head and stammered, "As soon as I walked in, I saw Dilraba hitting someone."

???

As soon as the words were spoken, the half-closed door was suddenly kicked open, and a doll dressed in a wedding dress crashed into the solid concrete wall, creating a dent from the impact. The Dilraba poster that had been pasted on her head fell to the ground, revealing her true face.

A crack appeared on the puppet's face, and as the crack continued to split, a mouth that took up most of the face appeared before everyone. The monster's limbs, which stretched out like spider legs, appeared in front of them and slowly approached the monster.

Suddenly, a cola can streaked through the air and crashed at the stairwell at the end of the corridor. The monster that heard the sound quickly turned around, and Bai Ge rushed into the corridor.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment, while Bai Ge made a shushing gesture and pointed to his ear.

These were all players who had experienced life-or-death situations in dungeons. They understood the meaning in an instant, shut their mouths, suppressed their steps, and slowly retreated.

In an instant, the entire corridor fell silent. After the noise from the cola can disappeared, the monster, having lost its target, stood still once more, its ears perked up, quietly trying to discern the direction of the sound.

The hermit at dusk gestured in sign language to tell what to do.

The warmonger could only shake his head regretfully; he had no effective means to slip away silently from the monster.

The two looked at Bai Ge behind them. He paused for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and then his hands began to move quickly, making various sign language symbols that the Twilight Hermit had never seen before.

The hermit at dusk was stunned, trying to decipher the meaning of the other person's gestures but still unable to understand it.

Is it some ancient language that has been lost? Is it some kind of sign language for encrypted communication, or perhaps Morse code?

After all the possibilities were ruled out by the Twilight Hermit, he suddenly realized, wait, isn't this a ninjutsu hand seal from Naruto?

Are you still joking around at a time like this?

The Twilight Hermit's blood pressure spiked instantly. If it weren't for the fact that this monster relied on the sound to move, he would have loved to punch it twice in the head.

Suddenly, as if sensing the subtle ripples in the air, the monster instantly stopped its swaying head and began to slowly approach the three of them. The two trembled with fear and were prepared to fight the monster to the death.

"Are we destined to die here?"

The hermit of dusk unscrewed the useless Yunnan Baiyao and shook his head in despair. He could accept dying from exhaustion and being killed by a monster, but he couldn't accept dying in such a undignified way.

Suddenly, Bai Ge spoke up, "Do you have any last words?"

"I hope..."

Before the warmonger could speak, Bai Ge interrupted him directly. Pointing to the mannequin monster approaching him from behind, he said, "I'm talking to it."

"Huh?"

Before the two could understand what was happening, the monster that had been approaching them suddenly stopped, as if sensing the terrifying danger outside the door, and cautiously moved closer to the direction from which the noise was coming.

The sound of soft leather heels clicking on the floor came from outside the door, and then a tall, thin man in a suit with a full beard appeared. He was still wearing his signature black suit, and his gaze swept over the three people blocking the narrow corridor.

"How can we help you?"

"It's Mr. John Wick!"

At this moment, the warmonger seemed to see the last straw and shouted out desperately, the whole corridor echoing with the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe.

"Fool, so what if John Wick comes? It won't make a difference."

The Twilight Hermit said dejectedly, "Don't forget, we've searched everywhere, but we don't have any guns or bullets to fight the monsters."

"No, who says assassins can only use firearms?"

John Wick pulled an unassuming pencil from his pocket, stared at the wedding dress doll, and explained, “A pencil will suffice.”

Chapter 532 Night Demon? I Have Another Name

The monster in the doll mask cautiously approached the man emanating a terrifying aura, driven by instinct. The eyeless monster naturally couldn't see the ordinary "pencil" in the man's hand. For the top assassin John Wick, even an A4 sheet of paper could become a deadly weapon.

John Wick, like a seasoned hunter, paced in front of the monster, distracting and disrupting its attention. Sure enough, the disoriented monster instantly leaped towards its opponent's location, opening its blood-stained jaws to bite off its head.

John Wick had been waiting for this moment. Just as the monster charged, he suddenly pressed down on its head, flipped over, and plunged the pencil in his hand deep into the back of its head.

The fragile pencil pierced the monster's head, and the attacked monster frantically pounded the back of its head, letting out a sharp roar.

"They actually managed to stick the pencil in, but it doesn't seem to have caused enough damage."

Seeing the lively monster, the Twilight Hermit's heart skipped a beat, and the flame of hope he had been holding was instantly extinguished.

"If Mr. John Wick's pencil can damage monsters, then his kitchen knife must be able to do the same."

The warmonger, wielding a cleaver, charged forward with confidence, ready to hack and slash at the monster's head. However, the monster was faster than he expected, grabbing his head with one hand and slamming it against the wall.

With a crack, the wall caved in, and the warmonger coughed up a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground, his eyes filled with terror.

Why can others deal fatal blows to monsters with a pencil, while I can't even do any damage with a kitchen knife?

Is this the difference between a second-rate player and a first-rate player?

The Twilight Hermit hurriedly asked, "What should we do now? Although the pencil caused the damage, but..."

John Wick interrupted him, holding eight pencils between his hands like Wolverine, his arms crossed over his chest, and said, "Who told you I only have one pencil?"

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

Is this the real Night Demon?