Chapter 79
Having another person's memories suddenly appear in your mind is like forcibly inserting a jarring, off-key note into a performance, irritating the listener's ears and making them involuntarily frown.
Before long, the discordant melody became gentle and soft, almost in sync with the original tune.
Most players relaxed, their brows unfurrowed.
A few people, however, instantly sense the danger, like magicians.
He subtly discovered that the memory was like a parasitic mimic, attempting to invade his consciousness. He immediately used his mental power to resist, but was met with a severe warning from the system.
[WARNING! Do not move the device during memory transfer to avoid causing unnecessary damage.]
A powerful electric current surged into his brain, the pain causing a momentary loss of memory. If the magician continued to resist, he might have suffered a dementia from the shock.
The magician raised an eyebrow and relaxed to receive the memory.
At the same time, a video of the mission sneaked into my mind.
It was as if the system was worried that they would be at a loss at the beginning and not know what to do, so it gave them a "friendly prompt".
Like a magician playing a spoiled rich kid who does all sorts of evil, and the video shows him about to assault... uh, a man?
The magician stared at the man's prominent Adam's apple and flat chest, lost in thought.
This indirectly shows that the young master is indeed a person who is blinded by lust and has no scruples about food or drink, but that man certainly has the looks to attract attention.
Tall and long-legged, with handsome features, he exudes a cool and aloof aura, reminiscent of a pure and immaculate snow lotus on a millennia-old iceberg—in a positive sense.
The video doesn't have any dialogue or lip movements, but for a magician who used to work in the entertainment industry, judging the intentions from the character's body language is not difficult.
But what happens next is quite interesting.
I wonder what kind of wicked tricks this rich kid came up with to lure people to this bar and then try to drug them.
The man who was caught was named Pei Yuheng, and he immediately noticed something in the drink.
When questioned, it was discovered that the spoiled brat had been making jokes and changing the subject. So, he decisively turned around and left without even entering the private room.
However, the spoiled brat and his cronies didn't chase after them, nor were they in a hurry. They exchanged a knowing smile, then poured themselves a drink and took a big gulp.
A few minutes later, the young man named Pei Yuheng returned.
However, his eyes were unfocused and empty, as if he were being controlled by something and had become a puppet.
The spoiled rich kids didn't seem surprised at all, and stared at him with smiles.
The young man walked up to the spoiled rich kid and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He seemed to still have a shred of self-awareness; his fingertips trembled several times, slipping unsteadily from the buttons, and bloodshot veins crept into his lifeless eyes.
By embodying the image of a spoiled rich kid, the magician can feel the soft touch coming from his fingertips.
Young people have delicate skin; a light press leaves a fingerprint, deep or shallow, like a brand.
Seeing this, the others laughed and grabbed Pei Yuheng's arm, pressing him down onto the sofa.
I don't know who turned off the headlights, the light flickered, and my vision was blurry.
The shadows of these spoiled brats were reflected on the wall, with dim lighting in red and green hues behind them.
The light grew dimmer, and the long, thin shadows on the wall bared their fangs and let out a triumphant grin.
Just when everyone thought he was about to win over this unattainable beauty, perhaps due to a successful struggle of will, Pei Yuheng suddenly blinked, regained his senses, and with all his might, grabbed the wine bottle on the table and smashed it open on the young master's head.
The alcohol mixed with blood splattered everywhere, and everyone present stopped in shock.
Taking advantage of their momentary daze, Pei Yuheng pushed aside the person blocking his way and ran out of the private room.
His steps were unsteady, and he looked disheveled.
As he walked downstairs through the crowded lobby, listening to the noisy voices, Pei Yuheng felt like someone who was being choked and about to suffocate. Finally, he gasped for breath, trembling and relieved, as if he had just escaped a disaster.
But Pei Yuheng never expected that he would encounter resistance when he tried to cross the crowd.
He looked down at the arm that had suddenly grabbed him and saw a pair of eerie green eyes filled with lust.
He was a bar patron, an ordinary patron. He stared at the red finger mark on Pei Yuheng's fair skin, vibrant and decadent, his breathing growing increasingly hot and rapid, before he opened his mouth—
The magician couldn't see the mouth movements, but guessed it was an invitation to have sex or something, and the language was very vulgar.
The next second, Pei Yuheng's eyes widened, and he almost vomited as he forcefully shook off the man's hand.
He continued walking forward, but there were too many people to start running.
Like a lamb that has fallen into a pack of wolves, it is out of place yet coveted by all.
Pei Yuheng was unaware that when he appeared at the bar with his aloof and independent demeanor, many people had already set their sights on him.
The crowd was packed tightly together, and the lurking evil spirits quietly raised their heads, intentionally or unintentionally moving closer to Pei Yuheng's position.
Countless hands reached out from the shadows. Someone tore open his clothes, touched his arm, grabbed his shoulder, looked at his delicate skin, and then maliciously pinched it.
In that brief minute or so, the world descended into chaos and madness once again.
It wasn't until a commotion came from upstairs that the bartender discovered the spoiled brats had been attacked. He rushed downstairs, angrily shouting to find the culprit.
People were surprised and stopped dancing.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Pei Yuheng rushed home without looking back. When he reached his doorstep, whether due to a dazed state of mind or moving too fast, he almost bumped into the door.
He stumbled open the door, nearly tripping in the entryway, before rushing into the bathroom with red eyes and trembling hands. He didn't even bother to adjust the water temperature before shakily turning on the showerhead.
The water soaked his clothes and hair. He turned his head and vomited violently into the toilet. He curled up on the cold water-sprayed floor tiles, his lips turning pale from the cold, and frantically scrubbed the red finger marks on his arms.
The system will provide timely reminders.
[Character Task 1: Create the character Pei Yuheng's "germaphobia"]
The next second, the magician finally heard a sound. The noise from the bar and the rock music came from afar. He glanced around and saw two young men with earrings playing drinking games.
"You lost, drink! Hahahaha!"
The magician still felt the intense pain on his forehead from the time he was there when Pei Yuheng cracked his skull open.
He glanced at the wine in his hand. These rich kids know how to enjoy life; the first thing served was an '82 Lafite, its aroma so enticing it made one's mouth water. He took a small sip.
The magician's expression changed as soon as he put it in his mouth, and he spat it out.
That damn rich kid bought fake liquor just to show off!
This abrupt action should have surprised those around him, but some people next to the magician reacted even more strongly than he did.
"ah!"
As if suddenly waking from a nightmare, the person sat up abruptly, drenched in sweat.
The person next to him was startled: "Why did you suddenly yell? You're so jumpy, are you still half asleep?"
The man didn't have time to answer, staring blankly at his hands with a slightly strange look in his eyes.
What's strange about it? The magician thought, it's probably similar to the way spoiled rich kids look at Pei Yuheng, full of greed, making people want to vomit.
The system gave him a real-life simulation, and he guessed that other players were experiencing the same thing.
He was able to detach himself quickly, but others were inevitably affected by the original owner's memories and temperament.
For players, they can only let the memories seep into their minds.
However, how many people in this game realize that this subtle personality assimilation will, over time, lead to a fatal tragedy?
Glancing at the "20-day" survival time limit on the mission panel, the magician curled his lips into a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He then suddenly clapped his hands.
Snap!
Those who had been drawn to the player then turned their attention to the magician.
Normally, teammates will appear next to you at the start of the game, but this time the system is acting up, the team chat channel is grayed out and unusable, which is equivalent to cutting off the channel for teammates to communicate their identities privately.
If you accidentally reveal your identity to an NPC, you'll violate the rules and be instantly killed and eliminated. It's not about being absolutely certain; you can't even identify your teammates.
The magician laughed nonchalantly: "This wine has a strong aftereffect. Oops, where were we?"
Someone nearby snapped out of his daze and laughed at him, saying, "You only had a couple of sips, why are you saying it has a strong aftereffect?"
"I was thinking of doing this in a little while—"
The magician smirked and gave him a knowing look.
The man understood and also revealed a sinister and lewd smile.
After this conversation, the player who almost exposed his identity finally realized what had happened and managed to compose himself.
The magician walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, bent down and smiled, "Come with me for a bit, let's go see where that person is."
"Is it really necessary to go see it?" someone behind him exclaimed, having been enjoying their drinks and not wanting to spoil the fun.
Magician: "I'm going out for a bit. I need to keep an eye on things, just to be safe."
In the video, although the spoiled rich kids tampered with the drinks, Pei Yuheng didn't drink any alcohol and was tricked even before entering the house.
The magician guessed that the thing affecting Pei Yuheng was probably not in the house, and sure enough, his cronies looked knowing: "Okay, check carefully, hahaha!"
On the other side, Xie Xubai fell into the garbage heap again. This time he reacted quickly, bending his legs to reduce the momentum, and when he landed, at least it didn't hurt as much as before.
Xie Xubai didn't rush to get up. He rubbed his temples and muttered, "Here we go again."
At the start of the Jiang family trial, he wanted to recognize Jiang Kaile, which caused the loop to restart, and he encountered the same situation again.
When Xie Xubai stopped Pei Yuheng before he entered the bar, a strong sense of weightlessness struck him the next second. He opened his eyes and reappeared above the alley, freefalling once again.
The difference is that Xie Xubai's mental strength has become very strong, and even if he goes back in time, he will not feel any pain or palpitations.
He couldn't help but think that he could go back a few more times, perhaps he could use this method to avoid danger.
Right now, Xie Xubai knew he couldn't approach Pei Yuheng rashly. Suddenly, he remembered Yan Shuo saying that glasses could change one's appearance. His expression changed, and he pinched the temple of his glasses: "Can you let me disguise myself as someone else? If you can, move around a bit."
The glasses flicked slowly.
Xie Xubai was delighted to see this, but then fell into a deep thought: who would be the best candidate to play?
It has to be someone who will have close contact with Pei Yuheng next... Right, those spoiled brats.
Thinking of this, Xie Xubai immediately closed his eyes and unleashed his mental power.
When he was watching historical clippings, he paid special attention to the private rooms of the playboys. Through his mental search, he easily located their positions and spotted someone who looked like the leader.
So the magician, all smiles, prepared to leave, only to be nearly swayed by an undeniable mental suggestion.
【come out. 】
The magician was taken aback for a second, then narrowed his eyes.
This psychological suggestion is definitely not part of the role-playing storyline.
I've been bewitched by strange creatures before; those that can accurately lock onto me at the start of the game might just be some key NPC.
He did not resist, but went downstairs to find out what was going on.
Before leaving, he made sure to bring along another silly player who seemed to be a teammate, and had him stand guard at the bar entrance to prevent them from getting eliminated right at the start.
The only light in the alley was from the bar. A young man stood in the moonlight, wearing a white coat. He was tall and thin, with an indifferent expression, which made him seem a bit unfathomable.
The magician looked him over carefully but didn't recognize him, since Xie Xubai was wearing glasses.
He naturally adopted the persona of a spoiled rich kid, covering his nose with disgust: "Where did this homeless man come from? What are you doing sneaking around here? Trying to steal something?"
The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses calmly raised his eyes, slowly sizing him up, and then uttered two startling words: "Player?"
Being recognized by an NPC means you've failed your role and are out of the game.
At that moment, the magician's heart skipped a beat.
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