Chapters
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On April 1st, Jin Yusheng organized a murder mystery game in a teahouse, joined by Qi Si and a woman who called herself "Xu Ning." Offline murder mystery games rarely have three-person scripts, so the trio naturally chose an online script and randomly picked one called "Three-Day Manor" from a rudimentary app. Aside from flipping coins and rolling dice, there is little true randomness in the world. Most seemingly arbitrary decisions, from the moment they occur, are influenced by…-
5.0 M • Ongoing
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Ms. Medina’s lesson content was English. If Shang Qingbei were here, he might have been interested; unfortunately, most of the surviving players were past the age of needing to take English exams. They were either fidgeting or restless, yet they had to pretend to listen attentively in front of the NPCs—it was truly miserable. Fortunately, at exactly eleven o'clock, a piercing bell rang precisely on time, signaling the end of the class. Ms. Medina gathered all the players in the…
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5.0 M • Ongoing
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On the second floor, Chen Lidong had already pried open another door sealed with cement. Inside the room, stacks of tattered pelts were neatly piled, their surfaces covered with dense, unrecognizable script. It was clear these were Indigenous documents, rounded up by the Foundation and locked away here. Chen Lidong glanced at the compulsory side quest on his system interface, gritted his teeth, and began laboriously studying the glyph-covered pelts. Setting aside the Witch,…
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5.0 M • Ongoing
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In the Memorial Hall for Indigenous Victims, the tour guide said in a sweet voice, “The first floor is the Archives, mainly displaying historical materials of the indigenous people, as well as some first-hand materials like diaries left by those involved.” “The second floor housed the classrooms where indigenous children used to attend classes. Most of the relics have been cleared out, leaving only some desks. Perhaps you can sit at them and experience that period of history up…
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5.0 M • Ongoing
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Graves dotted the cemetery, burying the remains of indigenous children. After the outsiders landed on the nascent territory, they used fire to destroy the remnants of the original tribes. Iron artifacts inscribed with sacrificial texts were melted into liquid gold, and along with them, the history of the indigenous people, recorded by generations of prophets, was also destroyed. The outsiders who won the war occupied the indigenous land, plundered gold and silver, and issued harsh decrees prohibiting…
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5.0 M • Ongoing
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【Ms. Medina: On behalf of the Board, I inform you that we wish to select some children for experimentation, hoping to thereby unravel the mystery of the Indigenous Peoples' sorcery. This is a miraculous land; we have already discovered too many wonders—crops that grow simply by being thrown into the soil, gold and silver everywhere, all of which have greatly aided our exploration and settlement. And there is ample evidence that the Indigenous Peoples living on this land are the greatest…
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5.0 M • Ongoing
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The players finished the breakfast on their plates one after another, washed the bowls and chopsticks at the sink, and put them back in place. Jiang Junjue no longer paid attention to Zhang Yiyu, who was still sobbing. He walked to the center of the crowd, half-squinted his eyes, and said: "The main quest is to kill Ms. Medina. Now, why don't you all tell me if you have any items that can greatly boost your combat strength? If not great, small boosts are fine too." The meaning of these…
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5.0 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Yiyu rattled off everything she knew like beans spilling from a bamboo tube. Qi Si now understood: counting Chen Lidong's team, at least three groups of players had entered this instance together. The Tingfeng Guild had four members, the Kyushu group two, and all had been split up. If the Team Rings weren't malfunctioning, it basically meant the instance contained at least two separate spaces. What bothered Qi Si more was…
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5.0 M • Ongoing
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In the center of the dining hall, a giant blackboard was set up, and Ms. Medina held a piece of chalk, swiftly writing lines of English on it. The text was translated by the system interface into the players' native languages, allowing everyone to understand it. Ms. Medina wrote one sentence, and the players read one sentence according to her gesture, giving off the impression of preschool children learning to speak. The game seemed unwilling to make things difficult for the players…
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5.0 M • Ongoing
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"That kind of writing is dead. Probably no one can read it anymore, except for the ghosts of the indigenous residents." Inside the Memorial Hall for Indigenous Victims, the female guide in black clothing held up a small red flag and waved it toward a massive concrete wall covered in strange carvings. Only then did Chang Xu realize that those messy scribbles were actually written characters. The female guide turned around and smiled sweetly at the two players right behind her: "Your…
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5.0 M • Ongoing
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