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This is a place that looks like a tree house in the woods. The firewood in the fireplace next to it is burning, making crackling sounds.

The blanket on the ground is thick and exudes a strong smell of blood, as if it has just been stripped from some animal.

There is a long table in the middle of the room, and people are sitting on both sides. Except for the main seat, there are eleven people in total.

The quiet atmosphere is a bit weird. Although they are sweating profusely, no one speaks.

They are dressed differently and look very different, as if they are from all over the world.

The only similarity is that everyone is covered in blood.

Some people are picking at the patterns on the table boredly, some people are looking at the table and occasionally let out an incomprehensible laugh, and some people have lifeless eyes and fall into a long daze.

Ding—

a bell rang from somewhere, the wooden door creaked open, and a tall man wearing a snow-white mask walked in, humming the Four Little Swans, stretching his limbs, and jumping with every step.

Everyone looked at him and watched him sit in the first seat.

"Welcome to my hunting game, everyone."

The masked man spoke first, opening his hands and saying enthusiastically: "I'm glad that you passed the first round of assessment and became the 'butcher'!"

"I'm the manager here!"

After he finished speaking, the scene froze for a long time, causing the white mask to stretch his neck uncomfortably.

"Pa pa pa!" A man with a tattoo on his neck was the first to applaud, and the others looked around and applauded hesitantly.

Only the blond man sitting in the corner was silent and still in a daze.

The tattooed man immediately asked hesitantly: "Are what just said in the rules true?"

The manager's voice was filled with smiles: "It's true. Before your group of butchers, a group of lucky ones have successfully won the reward."

"All this can be verified after we go out!"

His tone was inflammatory: "This game will not stop, it will only spread more and more widely."

"You are very lucky. You have obtained the qualification of butchers in the second batch - as long as you complete three hunts, you will have the abilities you have now!"

"Just complete five games! The Lord of the Game will fulfill one of your wishes!"

His tone was so excited that everyone's breathing became heavier.

But a woman with her hair in a bun sneered: "Weird tricks, do you think those organizations won't deal with it? Not to mention - there is also the School of Supernatural Powers."

Her tone was drawn out, full of distrust and incitement.

"You are talking about weird tricks, but you are also ruthless in killing people." Someone next to her mocked.

The woman with the bun said calmly: "Same here, just to survive, but you want to trick us into selling our lives, do you think we are stupid enough to listen to you?"

"Don't forget, we were all caught in that damn fog, and we were asked to kill people without saying a word!"

Her words instantly poured cold water on the excited people.

Indeed, no matter how high-sounding the manager's words are, he is weird.

And the weird is born to be opposed to humans.

But some people also said: "I believe what the administrator said, because I took the initiative to enter the fog - I can gain power, so why not?"

He was wearing a white coat and a half-silver mask on his face. When he saw everyone looking at him, he licked his lips and showed an excited smile.

Edgar Ford, who was sitting in the corner, had his pupils shrink and clenched his hands under his body.

Bigger Oston, the first superpowered criminal in the British Empire, has superpowers related to the plague and is highly contagious. After gaining superpowers, he caused a riot in a small town and killed thousands of people.

... He was also the man he sent to a heavy prison.

Logically, the other party should have been under the control of anesthetics and muscle relaxants, but he didn't expect to enter this game!

As if sensing Ford's gaze, Austin smiled frivolously: "Ah, isn't this our respected Mr. Angel? I didn't expect you to be able to kill civilians?"

"Yes, after all, staying alive is more important."

Ford glanced at him coldly without saying a word.

Only he knew in his heart that except for him who killed the butcher and entered in place of him, the others were all evildoers who had directly become butchers and could attack civilians without any psychological burden.

The weird thinking of the A-level finally converged with that of humans. Ford thought, and his heart sank more and more, from the violent devouring at the beginning to driving humans against humans now.

"Please calm down, everyone. At least here, we are all friendly companions."

The administrator clapped his hands and said, "As for your doubts, I will answer them one by one."

"First of all, the number of escapees in each game varies from 5 to 12. You must kill them before the countdown ends. For every one you let go, your number of completed games will be deducted by one."

Someone asked, "What if we didn't finish it in the first place?"

The administrator said briskly, "Then completely strip the identity and power of the butcher and turn it into an escapee."

Everyone fell silent. This meant that if the butcher failed to complete the escape game, the punishment would be equivalent to taking their life.

If they didn't kill, they would die.

"The survivors have a chance to find the 'exit' and escape, but will continue to participate in the next game two days later until they die, or..."

He chuckled and didn't say the hidden rules.

Ford thought, yes, if the butchers knew that the survivors had the ability to fight back, they would become timid.

- One of his butcher rules is: it is forbidden to reveal the hidden rules.

The survivor said: "After becoming a butcher, ordinary people will have unparalleled superpowers, and the superpowers of superpowers will become stronger."

"On the contrary, the superpowers of the survivors with superpowers will be infinitely suppressed, and they can only use superpowers once at most in each game. Of course, there will be some props for them to fight to the death..."

He put the emphasis on the four words "struggle to the death".

"So, don't worry about your safety, or being condemned by others! Just enjoy this hunting game!"

After these words came out, the woman with the bun-haired hair who had been voicing opposition stopped talking for a moment.

Big Austin stretched out his hand and clapped slowly. He looked at Ford, smiled and asked: "Administrator, I have a question - can a butcher kill a butcher?"

"Of course it is not allowed." The administrator said.

"Dear player, but you can wait until the opponent becomes a survivor before you kill him. When you reach a certain level, you can specify the escape you participate in."

Austin whistled: "That's really good news, right, Mr. Angel?"

"Do you want to compete to see who will become a killed survivor first?"

Ford sneered: "Idiot. (Delian dialect)"

Austin's smile froze: "What are you talking about? I don't think it's a good thing."

"I'm flattering you." The blond man said expressionlessly.

"Sounds familiar." Austin smacked his ear and said, "Hmm, strange and complicated language, it's hard for me not to think of that group of people - Mr. Angel, I heard that you have been very clean recently?"

Ford showed a disgusted expression: "Give up on this idea, I can't like you."

Austin's teasing expression froze instantly, obviously disgusted by the blond man's words.

"Hmm, let's not waste time." The manager clapped his hands and motioned everyone to look over.

He turned to look at the woman with a bun: "This lady is right, we are weird."

"But unfortunately, humans generally don't distinguish between good and bad in weirdness. We are such a generous evolutionary game, but we are still hated by everyone-"

"Especially the Central Academy of Supernatural Powers, have you never doubted their identity?"

The administrator said in a low voice: "Mysterious, powerful, from another dimension, without any reason, but helping this world to eliminate weirdness?"

"Is there really such a good existence?" He opened his hands and said exaggeratedly, "Amazing!"

Everyone fell into silence.

This is also what they have been questioning, although the voices of conspiracy theories have gradually subsided with the recent activities of the academy.

"Compared to us, they are more hypocritical." The manager said, "They are only concerned with changing your world, but they are unwilling to give you power."

"Are you kidding? In this day and age, there are still people who believe in saviors?"

The manager said in a seductive tone, "Why not make yourself stronger and gain a higher position in this wave of evolution..."

"And now, I will give you a chance to take control of the world!"

The white mask on his face suddenly made a cracking sound, and the whole mask fell off like a face, with red and white flesh and blood on the back.

Even more weird was that there was another layer of pure black mask under his mask.

The administrator, wearing a pure black mask, spoke with a stiff and cold tone: "Now I will announce the hidden rules..."

"Rule one: The main hunting targets of the hunting game are the academy members!"

"Rule two: After entering the game domain, the academy members will lose all memories of the academy, and their superpowers will be sealed according to the same rules as other survivors."

"Rule three: For each academy member killed, you will receive a tenfold reward!"

"Every time you lure an academy member into the domain, you will receive a cumulative game victory."

"The above rules are hidden rules. No player is allowed to disclose them. Violators will be killed!"

After the rules exposed their fangs against the academy without any concealment, the blond man's body completely froze.

In an instant, he seemed to have thought of something in his mind, but was blocked by something invisible.

"F*ck!"

Ford gritted his teeth, and his fingers grasped the wooden table in front of him. The splinters pierced his fingertips, causing incredible pain.

In his mind, the short conversation was still reverberating:

"Is there really no chance?"

"No."

"Then will you come back?"

"Maybe."

"Will we still be friends in the future?"

"...Yes."

[Ford. Are you there? ]

The passionate pursuer who always replied immediately did not reply immediately.

When the pink-haired young man was troubled, he would always frown and stare at the other person deliberately with his abnormal golden-green eyes, trying to make others retreat in this way.

In fact, he was the most gentle person. Even when facing others' harmless nagging, he would just frown and occasionally hum a little in response.

Would he not know about the fog in London?

Impossible.

Even though he was rejected so badly, before entering the field, Ford still thought that becoming friends was the first step to intimacy, and the distance between them was within reach...

But now, that distance has become so far away under the isolation of the fog.

- Will you worry about me if you don't see my reply?

- Will you come to me?

- Please don't come to me, okay?

He choked in his throat and felt a phantom pain in his back, as if feathers were plucked one by one.

He even thought that if he didn't have this pair of wings, he wouldn't have boarded the ship and wouldn't have met him...

or if he had restrained himself a little more...

he regretted it.

...

"After leaving the game, you are forbidden to reveal any content about the escape game. Those who violate the rules will be killed!"

As the administrator's last words fell, everyone's eyes went dark and they fell into a brief coma.

The tall and thin masked man hummed a little tune and danced out the door.

Outside the door was not the forest as people thought, but only fog all over the sky, and in the center of the fog, a piece of silver debris was floating.

Weirdly got close to the fragment, squinted his eyes, and felt the breath above it that was higher than his own origin. An endless stream of power poured into his body, giving him the power to build the game.

"My lord, I will do what you told me to do." The manager murmured, "Get rid of as many people from that academy as possible..."

The evil god fragment that had fallen into a deep sleep naturally could not hear the strange whispers.

In fact, He was only awakened for a moment by the largest fragment in the sky.

The mission conveyed by that evil god fragment was just to observe the strength of the members of the "Central Academy of Superpowers".

He wanted to know how powerful Lu Xi wanted to be to surpass them, so he made such a request to Him.

The evil god fragment that had not been awakened yet and had synchronized memories felt puzzled by this, so he gave a relatively concise order, and the A-level weirdness that was born to be opposed to humans directly read and understood.

Its creator mentioned the Central School of Supernatural Powers to kill the weird, what other purpose could it have?

Of course, it was to kill him!

………

After opening his eyes again, the "butchers" had left the mist and landed randomly in an uninhabited place.

Big Oston walked out of the mist and saw a field of sunflowers in front of him. He stood in the field, opened his hands, and took a deep breath.

The countless sunflowers in front of him quickly withered, the stems turned black, and gradually emitted bursts of stench.

"This increase in power is really great." He covered his face and laughed softly, "Let me become stronger, as long as I get the quota for that wish..."

The madness in his eyes flashed, and finally he regained his composure, took out his mobile phone, and began to write anonymous posts on the Wanjie Forum.

[An evolution game about the London fog...]

[Sending failed! Your account has been banned!]

Bigger raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes, and thought about something. Finally, he switched to another social platform and edited the post again.

This time, it was sent out smoothly.

...

On the other side, the woman with a bun opened her eyes, pushed open the door in front of her, and the messy noise in the room stopped abruptly.

A black man with a gun stood up and asked anxiously: "Boss, what's going on?"

"The brothers were worried about you. You robbed a bank for no reason, but this damn fog..."

"Shut up!"

The woman with a bun pulled her light golden hair, and the wig fell off with a thin layer of skin. She bit the knuckles again and tilted her head up.

With a series of snaps, she quickly changed from a cold, intellectual elite woman to a Latin American beauty.

If anyone paying attention to the news was here, they would be shocked to find that this person was the notorious international leader of a robber group, Clara Delin, codenamed "Chameleon."

"None of you went in?" she asked.

Everyone shook their heads, and one of them said, "You disappeared after the fog swallowed up the boss, so we had to retreat and wait for you."

"Let the brothers leave the country. Those who are not afraid of death and want to become stronger and risk their lives, stay with me."

The brown-haired woman took out a cigarette from her subordinate's trouser pocket and lit it. She looked fiercely, "This fucking game, they want to use us as cannon fodder?"

"It's just against..."

The rest of the words could not be said. The woman snorted and ordered, "Go and check other people's strange actions towards the fog."

...

On the other side, Ford, whose emotions fluctuated too much, was sent to a special hospital by the British agents who had been guarding the door.

After a series of examinations, the doctor said in surprise: "Angel, your strength has been greatly enhanced. My God... Is this really a gift from God?"

"How long has it been since I disappeared?" Ford asked, holding his forehead.

"Less than two days." His boss came over and said, "These days, the fog has appeared indirectly, swallowing up a group of people at intervals. Many people have gained superpowers, but many people have also fallen into a vegetative state."

"We visited several survivors who did not gain superpowers, but they all seemed to be crazy and said they were about to die."

"Tell me, Ford, what is in it?"

"...I can't say." The moment he opened his mouth, the severe headache forced Ford to lose his voice.

Seeing his painful look, his boss understood and said, "You should have a good rest. We are planning to send other members to investigate."

The blond man looked up suddenly, his eyes full of bloodshot, and looked at his boss, "Don't go in!"

"I can only tell you, this is not a gift, it's a game of life!"

"But dear Ford, we have no choice. Not to mention that we can't solve it without exploration, and there is always a price to pay for becoming stronger."

Ford's heart sank. He could hear that his boss meant to further investigate the white fog, not to isolate it. The temptation to gain superpowers is too great for most people.

The boss said: "We detected strange fluctuations as Class A, and the judging criteria are range and lethality. But now it seems that the fog seems to be more inclined towards the neutral test site, so the result of the discussion is to revoke the rating."

"It will appear randomly somewhere in the world where the sun never sets. Many people from other countries have already poured in. We can't control it. We can only find a way to seize the initiative by taking advantage of our geographical location."

Ford curled his hands. He didn't expect that he had only been in there for a short time and the outside world had become so chaotic.

"You really don't have to worry too much, dear." The boss smiled and said, "There are still people from the academy."

"Before you came out, your dream lover... Mr. Delian, had already gone to the mist."

Ford's eyes were completely dark, and he lay straight on his back on the hospital bed, listening to the voice in his mind.

[Detected that the butcher lured a member of the academy into the game x1, rewarded with a game completion quota! ]

[Hope to continue to be awesome! ]

………………

On the other hand, the player who entered the mist game under the vest of [Delian] felt the constraints of the rules at the first time.

... "Forget" any information related to the Central Academy of Supernatural Powers and automatically complete the memory Well

, it can also suppress the use of supernatural powers.

[This weirdness is quite interesting.] The player at home sighed, [It’s quite targeted. I thought the weirdness was avoiding me.]

He has raised the strength of the academy to this level, but there are still weirdos who are rushing into his face. Does this mean he wants to die?

System: […How miserable.]

The rules that the weirdos are targeting are naturally fine, and they are effective, but the player who can't resist them is a big bug.

Delian cleared her memory, but Chu Zaizhou remembered it, and the player remembered it, so there would be no problem controlling the vest.

Moreover, the superpowers were suppressed, but the props were not. With the player's own prop reserve, it would be no problem to blow up this entire domain.

It can only be said that the rules are well specified - but they are useless.

Chu Zaizhou said helplessly: [But you still have to pretend, at least to see what this weirdos is trying to do.]

He stopped complaining to the system and immersed himself in the role of Delian.

…

It was as if their ears were filled with a cacophony of sounds, including the brisk sound of a merry-go-round spinning and the sound of applause.

But when the four survivors opened their eyes, they found that there was no one around them. Those sounds were still echoing in the air, but they could not find the source.

One of the unshaven men twisted his body and found that he was chained tightly to a chair. He couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it!"

Seeing the people around him looking at him with panic, he paused and said: "You all walked into a white mist and then came here"

"Yes." A girl's voice was small and full of fear, "There was a voice saying, let us run for our lives!"

"Are we kidnapped?"

"No... This is a weird trick, we have entered his rules." The bearded man took a deep breath, "I'm a policeman, I entered this weird game two days ago, and after escaping with great difficulty, I got in again today!"

"Never mind, we have to find the key and leave this damn place before the butcher comes!"

"Where is the key?"

"I think I saw it!" Another man's eyes lit up, "The water tank!"

On a table not far from them, there was a huge glass tank, which was accumulating water. It was already half full, and a key was constantly floating up.

"As long as the water overflows, we will be able to get there!" the man said in surprise.

Is it that easy? The man with the beard frowned, thinking of the bloody scene in which he died at the beginning of the game...

And the number of people participating in the game this time seemed to be uneven...

Suddenly, the lights came on, and a loud voice said:

"Now, let's enjoy the underwater escape magic together!"

"Wow!" With a loud sound of falling into the water, a pink-haired young man was tied with heavy chains and thrown directly into the large water tank.

The water instantly covered the young man's mouth and nose, and his hair floated upwards, revealing a pale and delicate face.

Ahhh, the life-and-death speed before getting on the plane. I wonder if there are any logical problems. If there are, please comment and I'll see you when I get off the plane!

Kiss everyone! Twenty red envelopes will be given out in this chapter!