The main hall was only lit by a few lamps, which felt somewhat similar to a scene from a horror movie I had seen not long ago.

Mo Shuwan's expression remained unchanged as she walked towards the only road, clinging to hope. "Luckily, we considered the possibility of this happening while we were on the bus and had already divided the items with Wen Zuo. It's a pity about those rewards that were specially prepared for Yang Zhou and the others... I hope, how many of these new passengers do you think will survive?"

grumble--

"Don't you know? I'm not worried about Wen Zuo, nor Liu Dongcheng, and I'm not even that worried about Yang Zhou. Although he's not very capable, he's smart and can handle things on his own. But what about the others? Now everyone has disappeared, and they're all facing unknown dangers alone. Even if they know that they need to suppress their fear to have a better chance of survival, it's still hard for them to do that."

Roar~~~Chirp——

Putting aside her extraneous thoughts, Mo Shuwan smiled and said, "Don't imitate your brother; his pronunciation is neither fish nor fowl."

Mo Shuwan walked calmly to the door at the end of the road. She had already guessed that the crisis would begin after she pushed open this door. She took a few deep breaths outside the door, took out her fire-attribute longsword, put a defensive talisman on Hope, and kicked the door open.

"Hehehe..."

"Help! Help!"

"Eeya~~~"

“We are little people waiting for someone to come. If someone comes, we will lift her skull, drink her brains, pull out her bones, and suck out her marrow…”

The noisy songs clearly reached Mo Shuwan's ears. If you didn't listen to the lyrics, the cheerful singing would make you think that a party was about to start. She walked forward with her head down, the blade of the fire-attribute longsword in her hand already covered in flames.

After walking about ten steps, Mo Shuwan suddenly stopped. She lowered her head and looked at the words that had suddenly appeared on the ground. She didn't know if there was something wrong with the words or with her eyes. The words were clearly black and the surroundings were dark, but she could see them clearly.

Welcome to the game world!

Your luck value is one percent.

Your health and stamina are both at 100%.

I'll be waiting for you at the last level (smiley face)

These were just a few normal sentences, but Mo Shuwan inexplicably felt a chill from them. She took out the magnifying glass and put it close to her body. Then, another line of words appeared on the ground.

'Your survival rate is 100%'

He took a deep breath, placed his hope on the ground, clutched a defensive talisman in his hand, and whispered, "Let's go!"

grumble!

Hope, with her small frame, followed closely beside Mo Shuwan. The song's pace quickened, and in the blur, it seemed as if a person covered in blood stood in the shadows, looking at her with resentful eyes, as if accusing her of not looking at him.

As if infected by his resentment, Mo Shuwan suddenly turned her head to look. The figure with a rotting face that was unbearable to look at immediately became happy and stretched out a hand to beckon, "Come on, come here. I made a meal. You must be starving. Come home with me for dinner."

Mo Shuwan nodded, "Okay, I'm coming. I'll go home with you for dinner." She walked over, and the figure that had been standing still suddenly began to move slowly, approaching Mo Shuwan.

As if she hadn't seen this, Mo Shuwan slowly approached the other person, but her eyes were no longer on the figure. Instead, she was watching her feet. She saw a withered hand reach out from the darkness.

The moment she saw the hand, Mo Shuwan didn't hesitate and rushed forward to cut it off. However, to her surprise, the moment she cut off the hand, the figure that had been moving slowly suddenly sped up and rushed in front of her. Before she could react, a pair of hands as hard as steel grabbed her arms.

The figure, whose face was covered in rotting flesh, stared with turbid eyes, a crazed laugh in them, "I've got you, I've got you."

The areas on her arm that had been touched were being rapidly corroded. Even though Mo Shuwan immediately activated her defensive talisman, she couldn't avoid it. Because of the magnifying glass, even in the midst of the excruciating pain, she could see black characters on the ground indicating that her survival rate had dropped to ninety-nine percent.

The figure let out a maniacal laugh, grabbed Mo Shuwan and walked towards where he had just been standing. As Mo Shuwan approached the darkness, she saw a group of ugly monsters staring at her greedily. As if they had noticed her gaze, the songs that had suddenly disappeared began to play again.

It was sung by these monsters.

Found it.

Mo Shuwan suddenly curled her lips into a smile.

The figure dragged Mo Shuwan into the darkness as it wished. Hope clung tightly to Mo Shuwan's feet, struggling frantically to bite the figure, but Mo Shuwan stopped it every time it made a move. In the end, Hope gradually understood that its owner did not want it to go over, so it obediently followed and entered the darkness with Mo Shuwan.

Fortunately, since Hope was her own possession, she could still control it even if she gave it the defensive talisman. After being pulled into the darkness by the figure, she immediately activated the defensive talismans on herself and Hope. The combined protective power of several talismans forced the figure's hands out.

At this moment, Mo Shuwan was only one step away from the figure's footprints.

"Bone marrow, bone marrow".

"His brains are mine!"

"Eeya~ Leave your eyes to me."

Once freed, Mo Shuwan swiftly sliced ​​the figure in half at the waist, saying, "Trying to make me a scapegoat? Dream on."

The figure was not dead yet. It screamed and tried to grab Mo Shuwan with both hands. This time, its hands were completely blocked outside the defensive talisman and could not be moved at all. Of course, it was not because the power of the defensive talisman suddenly became stronger, but because Mo Shuwan found the source of the song and the song gave the figure power.

From the moment she entered the main hall, countless side quests appeared on her phone. If the first hurdle had followed the normal course of events, she should have only needed to deal with the shadowy figures, find the source of the song, and then find a way to escape and enter the other door at the end of the main hall, which would have been enough to pass the first small hurdle.

But Mo Shuwan's ambitions lay elsewhere. She didn't just want to survive; she wanted to live a good life. These monsters were all for points, so how could she possibly let them go?

Fortunately, she had made thorough preparations before coming. Although she plunged into the monster horde, she was like a wolf among sheep. In less than ten minutes, the singing in the hall became thin. Hope, who was running wildly with Mo Shuwan, rolled on the ground covered in blood. But it had already been bathed in blood when it was still in its shell, so it did not show any discomfort. It chirped and finished off the monsters from behind, which was quite ferocious.

Half an hour later, the singing stopped. Mo Shuwan, covered in blood and panting heavily, picked up Hope, gave it some recovery medicine, and carried it to the middle of the main hall.