To join or to leave, that is the question.
Having just finished a long team battle and spent the entire night racking their brains on decoration, the four of them urgently needed a good rest both physically and mentally.
But the competition isn't always open—as the TV program shows, without an invitation, students must pay their own credits to participate. The game probably isn't so perverted as to force students to pay their own way. If there's an investment, there must be some benefit.
Now they have a free "admission ticket" in their hands.
"From 1 credit to 3 credits, I tend to think it's due to both the difference in difficulty and the difference in rewards." Tang Xinjue rubbed his brows and raised the black-gold invitation in his hand. Through the faint light coming through the misty white fog outside the window, the words on it seemed to reflect a strange red light.
The game has already told them that this invitation leads to the "Dormitory Friendship League".
The names appear quite harmonious, without a hint of danger. However, after a few rigorous exams, students will realize that according to the rules of this rigged game, each name may appear safe and normal, but each one is more outrageous than the last.
Zheng Wanqing clenched her left fist with a scorching gaze: "If you haven't been to the Great Wall, you are not a true man. As long as you survive, you must do it!"
Guo Guo was shocked: "Miss, where did you learn this sentence?"
Although her face was still as beautiful as ever, she felt that this campus beauty roommate, who had evolved into a violent tank, was becoming increasingly unfamiliar: "...Wait, isn't this a line from that hot-blooded novel on my desk?"
Zheng Wanqing blushed. "Well, I just wanted to learn some fighting techniques from it, but I didn't expect the plot to be so interesting."
Guo Guo: "Didn't you say before that reading novels was the worst kind of work?"
Zheng Wanqing: "That's because you can't control your sleep and rest schedule well!"
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Zhang You threw one behind them in each hand and continued to discuss with Tang Xinjue.
"I think that since the competition is limited to weekends, it should not last more than two days at most." Zhang You said tactfully.
They temporarily lose a weekend, and if they are too tired, they can choose to rest on Monday to make up for it.
In short, faced with the risk of losing everything, they are more inclined to take a gamble rather than give up.
After listening to the conversation between the two, Guo Guo sighed: "My emotions make me want to sleep, but my rationality tells me that I must persevere. So the decision still has to be made by you, and I will cooperate with you."
Tang Xinjue rubbed Guo Guo's slightly thin head and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Why should I be so tired? I have the game's chosen players to lead me. I have nothing to be afraid of." Guo Guo stuck out his tongue.
Tang Xin Jue was stunned: "The Chosen Player?"
"That's right," Guo Guo explained seriously. "People like you and Zhang You who can withstand the intense torture of the game, and Wan Qing who can still be alive and well despite being injured, are simply masters of operation in ordinary games. Their compatibility with the game far exceeds that of 99% of players. They are absolutely chosen by heaven."
Tang Xin Jue's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned this sentence over in his mind. Then he heard Zhang You chuckle, "Then your Yin-Yang eyes and psychic physique, do they count as having paid for the server before the launch?"
Guo Guo's face turned bitter: "Then I should be considered the type who was forced to open an account after having their wallet stolen."
After all the talking and joking, a few people joked around to wake people up, and then quickly got back to the main topic.
The competition will start on time at 8 o'clock. If they are sure to participate, they only have more than 20 minutes to prepare.
Tang Xin Jue concluded solemnly, "We still don't know anything about the competition. The process, the winning and losing, the reward and punishment mechanisms, whether we can access the mall to purchase enhancements during the competition... In the absence of knowing anything, we have to prepare for the worst."
The worst case scenario is that they might enter a completely unfamiliar copy like an exam, and then even if their pockets are full of money, they will have nowhere to spend it.
Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. To be on the safe side, they must strengthen themselves as much as possible before the game begins to increase their bargaining chips!
"As usual, first draw the lottery, then redeem achievement points, and then use the remaining points to strengthen in the mall."
Zhang You quickly opened the survival app and suddenly thought of something else: "By the way, Xin Jue, can you identify the properties of the three items you took out from the health inspection copy?"
Tang Xin Jue had previously snatched a fountain pen, a bundle of red string, and a piece of yellow paper. The latter two were obtained at the very beginning, while the fountain pen was snatched back from Shi An in the men's dormitory.
The reason why he grabbed the red thread and yellow paper first was because these two items instantly reminded Tang Xinjue of some things in the "Headless Ghost Story" copy.
Now that she had placed all three props on the table, the other three also felt something was amiss. Guo Guo was the first to spot the problem: "Am I seeing correctly? Why does this yellow paper look so similar to the yellow paper used by Wei Xian, Jin Wen, and the others in their dorms for rituals in the Headless dungeon?"
Zhang You's expression was solemn: "More than similar, they are exactly the same."
Tang Xin Jue: "There is a slight difference. At first glance, the paper Jin Wen and the others used was just ordinary yellow paper, but it became evil after adding hair and magic. But with this paper, I can feel the power within just by looking at it."
The same thing happened with the other two. At first, no one could figure out the connection between the red string and the yellow paper, until Tang Xin Jue tied the red string into a circle and said, "Put this string around your neck. Does it look like the incision on the headless ghost's neck?"
Guo Guo's face turned pale instantly, and he felt goose bumps all over his body. "...So that's how it is! Why didn't I think of this during the exam?"
"The exam is time-sensitive and full of dangers. I didn't think so much about it at first." Tang Xinjue uncapped the pen, tore off a piece of paper from the notebook, slashed on it twice, and the paper was blank.
"The pen needs ink... is it the bottle of blood?"
Zhang You's heart moved and he blurted out.
Yellow paper requires a pen to write on, and the pen needs blood as ink. Except for the red line, whose purpose is not yet clear, the several props seem to be closely connected and complementary.
But the blood was in Shi An's hands, so they lost the last link to verify this speculation.
Tang Xin Jue nodded and put the props into the storage mirror. "We can't confirm their properties and uses yet. We have limited time, so let's not act rashly for now to avoid hurting ourselves. After the competition is over, I will go to the mall to continue upgrading my identification skills. Perhaps then the truth will be revealed."
There are 15 minutes left before the game starts.
The dormitory became quiet, and everyone was browsing the mall quickly. The sound of raffle tickets could be heard from time to time, as if it was some mysterious and grand secret transaction scene.
Guo Guo quickly got a protective bracelet from the mall exchange counter and hung it on her wrist. She had a discount card dropped on Crazy Wednesday, and with the raffle and achievement exchange, she had accumulated a total of 15 points. She searched through the dazzling array of mall props and finally saw a flash of white light in her hand, and a small red bow appeared.
"A bow?"
The three roommates stopped what they were doing at the same time and looked curiously at Guo Guo who was exchanging offensive props for the first time.
Zheng Wanqing racked her brain for nouns: "...Are you tired of the support role and decided to switch to being a marksman?"
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