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Jiang Junjue fiddled with the mushroom for half a day but still couldn't make heads or tails of it. A few bolder players also put on gloves and poked around, prodding here and there. Still… nothing happened. Qi Si stood nearby for a moment, then picked up his own bowl and chopsticks and walked to the sink on the cafeteria's west side. The faucet above the basin looked ancient, a style from the seventies or eighties of the last century. The iron spout was mottled with rust; the…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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Qi Si toiled for a long time, getting himself covered in dirt, and finally… cooked all the ingredients. He took out greasy plates from the cupboard, scooped ladlefuls of suspicious paste from the pot, poured it on, and then neatly arranged them on the counter. Looking at the unappetizing dishes, Qi Si felt an inexplicable, faint sense of guilt. Considering that Ms. Medina hadn't asked him to deliver the food, he simply left the kitchen in a mess and walked away with his…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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"There's something wrong with the NPC named '47'." In the silence, Jiang Junjue suddenly spoke, startling Zhang Yiyu. The fourth floor of the school lacked lighting. The long, narrow corridor stretched infinitely in both directions, its end nowhere in sight, reminiscent of a deep, dark tomb passage. The gray cement walls were mottled with suspicious water stains, confining like sealed coffins, and every few steps, a tombstone-like iron door was embedded in the wall. Led…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Chen Lidong, thinking he had managed Qi Si, pulled Zhou Datong and squeezed next to Jiang Junjue, preparing to gather some clues. Qi Si also moved closer, his expression earnest, conveying the meaning: "Although I don't know what you are doing, Ms. Medina asked me to guide you, so I must complete the task with guaranteed quality and quantity." Having an NPC whose nature—human or ghost—was unknown constantly following them was truly…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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A special identity? So, there are special players in this instance? After hearing the system prompt, the players' eyes filled with calculation; a few looked warily at their companions, likely trying to judge from their expressions whether the other was a holder of a special identity. People do not fear scarcity but inequality. Even if a special identity had no additional effects, the word "special" alone was enough to sentence its holders to death. After all, this was…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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In an empty room of about one hundred square meters, twenty-seven players were either standing or sitting. As time passed, they drifted apart intentionally or unintentionally, forming several small groups based on traits like gender, age, temperament, and guild affiliation—birds of a feather flocking together. At this moment, they were all discussing their respective views on the instance. “An hour and a half has passed already, why hasn't the main quest appeared yet? Not only is there no…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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【instance Name: Red Maple Boarding School】 【instance Type: Team Survival】 【Preliminary Hint: Disasters repeat themselves, and survival is not easy; living is a blessing, while death is destiny.】 In a vast, empty concrete room, Chen Lidong opened his eyes. Turning his head, he saw his cheap teammate, Zhou Datong, standing aside with a foolish grin, and immediately felt a headache coming on. Chen Lidong was twenty-nine this year. Having spent years…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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【instance Name: Red Maple Boarding School】 【instance Type: Team Survival】 【Pre-Notice: Disasters repeat; survival is never easy. To live is luck, to die is fate.】 Qi Si opened his eyes to a rust-covered iron door. He was in a cubicle of less than five square metres, windowless, only a cracked seam in a corner of the ceiling leaking a sliver of daylight. Outside it was broad day, but inside the light was dim; the iron door was set into the dusty-grey wall, its…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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To be tormented by ghosts for all eternity, or to enter the Eerie Game? On one side, a certain death full of terror and pain; on the other, a glimmer of hope in an unknown future. The answer was no longer in suspense. Most of the villagers, though they didn't know what the “Eerie Game” or “Main God” were, still clung to it like a life raft, kneeling and kowtowing, weeping and begging for the deity's mercy. Qi Si was not a true deity, nor did he possess any mercy. He asked…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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On the day of the Qingming Festival, Liu Pu woke up early. He had been driving his taxi for about an hour and a half and had just finished a trip when the ride-hailing app assigned him a major long-distance order. The starting point was at Riverside Estate in Xiacheng District, and the destination was Qijia Village in Jin City. As soon as he saw this familiar address, Liu Pu recalled his last eerie experience, and his eyelids began to twitch. Back…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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