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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…-
7.0 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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7.0 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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7.0 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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7.0 M • Ongoing
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In the latter half of the night, Zhang Yiyu woke up hungry. She hadn't eaten anything for a long time; as a ghoul, she didn't need to consume human food, and she wouldn't starve to death even if she ate nothing. But after dinner, she felt an unusual hunger, as if a hidden desire buried deep in her heart had been provoked, and she could no longer suppress it. After finishing everything on her plate, she still wanted more. Seeing the expression of the player next to her who couldn't…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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【June 1, 1869, Mr. Thorson took the good children—those who learned English and history quickly—to the church for baptism. When the children returned, they exhibited varying degrees of lethargy and chills. The teachers attributed this to travel fatigue.】 【June 2, those children developed high fevers and fell into a strange state of excitement, unable to sleep. Some children experienced hallucinations, seemingly seeing incomprehensible sights and uttering nonsense. After comparing…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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“47, 47...” In the darkness, vague whispers sounded from above, the speed of speech increasing rapidly until they sounded like they were calling Qi Si's real name. Qi Si lay flat and still with his eyes closed, intending not to respond, but the sound was relentless. Initially, it only echoed from the upper bunk, but soon it was right next to his ear, blowing wisps of cold air. Qi Si subtly covered the Pocket Watch of Fate beside his pillow with his hand and slowly…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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After all the players reached the third floor, new rules were refreshed on the system interface: 【6. There will be two bed checks every night, scheduled at midnight and 4 AM. After the lights are turned off at ten o'clock, chatting in the dorm room is prohibited, and turning on the lights without permission is also forbidden.】 Qi Si lifted his eyelids and glanced at the ceiling, but he didn't see any electric lights for illumination, nor did he know how the switching of lights was…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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【instance Name: Red Maple Boarding School】 【instance Type: Team Survival】 【Prerequisite Hint: Disasters repeat themselves, survival is not easy; living is a blessing, death is destiny.】 In front of a massive concrete building, Chang Xu stood solemnly, glancing around, but saw no sign of his teammates. He vaguely felt a bad premonition: this instance would likely be very complex, and the main mission would no longer be the simple, straightforward…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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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…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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