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At the same time.

On the homepage of an APP called "Calamity Game", a certain live broadcast room was being promoted in a rolling fashion.

[Last time to open the live broadcast room!]

[Final distribution of internal beta qualifications!]

[Unprecedented! Pre-registration dungeon with Nightmare difficulty! A certain death situation!]

The sensational title attracted people who had this software to flood into the live broadcast room.

They were all Calamity Game players.

They were existences chosen by the Calamity Game who could enter the so-called dungeons to obtain extraordinary power, but also desperate people struggling on the line of life and death.

After all, if you die in the dungeon, only the corpse will be teleported back to reality after the game ends.

"Really? Can the pre-registration dungeon have Nightmare difficulty? Isn't this just sending people to die?"

"I bet 100 Calamity Coins that the newbies will be wiped out within two hours. Anyone want to bet?"

"Who are you looking down on? I bet one hour!"

Many people in the live broadcast room's chat area expressed surprise at this pre-registration dungeon that had no balance at all.

Because normally, the pre-registration dungeons for obtaining player qualifications have obvious hints of survival, belonging to the type of "as long as you do your best, you definitely can".

Everyone jokingly calls it the newbie tutorial.

The dungeon difficulty is divided into Easy, Medium, Hard, and Nightmare.

The newbie tutorial is only at the Easy level.

And the Nightmare-level dungeon is an existence with a completion rate of less than 1% in the entire Calamity Game.

Letting newbies experience the Nightmare dungeon...

Just as the chat area said - this is sending them to die!

For example, right now, when they saw a newbie die as soon as they woke up in the live broadcast room, they were already burning incense for them and opening bets.

But there were still a few people who noticed the abnormality.

"The Calamity Game is a very fair existence in a sense, and there will never be a truly certain-death dungeon."

"In other words, if fifty lives are just being used to give everyone a show, it means that the balance of the Calamity Game has a problem!"

"If this is the last time internal beta qualifications are being distributed, then will the game have a public beta?"

"Before the public beta, we must try our best to dig out the essence of the Calamity Game! This live broadcast might be a good opportunity!"

There were some powerful players in the live broadcast room.

But even these big shots didn't think that the Nightmare-level dungeon could be cleared normally by newbies.

They wanted to find out the possible problems of the Calamity Game itself from this last live broadcast.

As for the newbies.

No one cares about the life or death of the stepping stones.

However, there was such an eccentric among the big shots.

The focus of her attention was actually on the newbies!

To be precise...

She hoped that all the newbies would die in the dungeon.

This strange woman was lying on a hammock in a seaside villa, drinking expensive red wine while watching the live broadcast and sending messages to a certain encrypted chat software—

"The ritual was successful. The special spirit tablet is carried by a criminal police captain named Li Guoqiang in Mingyang City."

"Don't worry, I spent so much to deceive the administrator and modify the dungeon difficulty. No one can come out alive. This dungeon has no real clear conditions."

"After all the newbies are sacrificed, I will use the special spirit tablet to control Li Guoqiang's corpse to bring the [Advent Object] back to reality."

"May the calamity last forever."

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Inside the pre-registration dungeon.

No one knew this was a certain-death sacrifice.

Their current focus was still on the dead person.

"Who's going to check... how did he die?"

These cautious guys couldn't help but speak, trying to huddle together for warmth.

In reality, they were all criminals who regarded human life as worthless, and in the eyes of normal people, each of them was full of danger and they wished to stay away.

But here, facing supernatural and paranormal situations, knowing that real ghosts were lurking around.

Everyone became the weakest prey.

The weapons on their waists or the dangerous goods in their pockets could no longer bring them a sense of security.

Those who were clutching small knives even felt that the sharp weapons in their hands were becoming increasingly cold, just like their own mood.

It was a bit chilling to the bone.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you go check? Are you asking us to rush to our deaths?" Someone retorted to the previous suggestion with a barrage of curses.

Most people maintained the same attitude.

Yeah! Who knows if checking the corpse would cause the ghost to stare at them?

Except for the woman who was paralyzed on the spot, everyone else couldn't help but take a step back.

The situation froze again.

Among the crowd, only Wu Wang's attention was not on the corpse, but on the woman who was paralyzed on the ground.

To be precise, it was on her shadow.

He didn't know if he was seeing things.

Wu Wang seemed to see the woman's shadow trembling?

Could it be that the purple mood was leaking electricity?

"Thump!"

Another loud noise.

This time, it wasn't someone falling, but the sound of almost all the lights in the classroom going out.

Only one large light was left to illuminate the podium, and the standing microphone immediately became the focus of the audience.

Strangely, the light didn't dissipate at all, as if it violated the laws of physics. Except for the podium where the microphone was located, even the closest surrounding area was still pitch black and you couldn't see your fingers.

Sha sha sha—

The sound of clothes rubbing and walking began to come from the darkness. At first, there were only a few occasional sounds, but gradually most people in the classroom started to act spontaneously.

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Humans are the same.

In an unknown environment, no one wants to stay in a place where you can't see your fingers. In this situation, you probably wouldn't even be able to notice if danger was approaching.

The area of the podium was about enough for ten people to stand on. Even if something rushed out of the darkness, there would be enough time to react.

It was undoubtedly considered a safe zone.

"Bastard! Get out of my way!"

The first angry curse came from the darkness.

Puchi—

Along with the subtle sound of a sharp weapon entering the body, the people nearby immediately felt a bit of warm liquid splashing on their faces.

Everyone present understood what that was, or rather, understood what it meant.

Someone was fighting for the light source!

As ruthless murderers, when the smell of blood spread in the air, a trace of madness was also smeared in their dark eyes.

Yeah, the position wasn't first come, first served!

Only the living are qualified to stand in the safe zone!

"Want to trip me? You don't need this leg!"

"You son of a bitch, you're blocking my way!"

"Ah! My hand! Who cut it off!?"

The sounds of fighting and screams echoed in the darkness.

Various sounds were amplified and echoed through the microphone, making people's scalps tingle.

The classroom immediately turned into a bloody hell, and everyone only wanted to kill a bloody path out of it.

Thump—thump—thump—

However, before anyone could run under the light source, the thumping sound appeared again, sounding like the sound of the person falling to the ground when the first death occurred.

The key was that there were too many falling sounds!

Far more than the number of people killed!

One after another, people fell to the ground and could no longer get up, with no struggling movements or painful wails. It was obvious that they didn't die from fatal injuries caused by fighting.

Even those who had already had their hands and feet broken and were screaming had no sound at all.

The entire classroom immediately fell into dead silence as if the mute button had been pressed.

"Gulp..."

Everyone swallowed nervously.

Almost at the same time, they stopped acting.

At this point, even the most hot-headed people realized that something was wrong.

Another rule of death has been triggered!

And at least twenty people died!

About ten seconds passed.

No one dared to make any noise, fearing they too would die inexplicably.

The classroom seemed to return to the initial state where everyone was asleep, so silent.

Only the occasional sound of breathing, strained to the extreme, revealed the presence of others in the darkness.

“Sing a mountain song ~ Eh eh eh eh ~”

“Sing here ~ Come ~ Sing harmony over there ~”

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At this moment, with hearts racing as if about to jump out of their throats, the sudden singing caused everyone to feel a burst of pain.

The key was that the out-of-tune singing was like demonic sounds piercing their ears.

Even though they couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness, everyone invariably looked towards the location of the sound.

Da da — — Da da — —

Dynamic tap dance footsteps sounded from where the singing came, moving forward with a rhythmic pace.

Even started singing and dancing!?

What the hell is this?

Everyone's brains crashed, with only one thought echoing — isn't this person afraid of death?

“It's not just a sound, it's my grand entrance!”

As soon as the words fell, they noticed that the person had reached the podium.

As the only light source in the room illuminated that delicate face with dead fish eyes, many who had previously been spoken to by Wu Wang felt even more troubled.

Why is it him again!

“Buzz — —”

Wu Wang tapped the microphone with his hand, and the piercing static made everyone cover their ears and frown.

After confirming that the microphone was working properly, Wu Wang said shyly with a standard fake smile like a hotel waiter: “Thank you all for your kindness in allowing me to speak. I'm so embarrassed, so I'll just say three points briefly.”

Who the hell gave you the kindness to let you speak!

Didn't you jump up there yourself?

And what the hell are you being shy about!

It hardened again.

Everyone's fists hardened this time.

“First, I am not an expert in dealing with ghosts and monsters. Second, I believe everyone wants to know how to break the three rules of death, so the third point is very important.”

“Third, as I said in the first point, I am not an expert in dealing with ghosts and monsters, so I don't know either.”

Watching the teenager speak nonsense so seriously, while continuing to tap dance in place, and still using the light to play animal shadow puppets.

His hands, feet, and mouth were coordinated without any conflict.

For a moment, they didn't know whether to say he was versatile or whether they wanted to rush up and stab him a couple of times.

But given that the rules of death had just been triggered, resulting in the disappearance of more than a dozen lives.

The less you do, the fewer mistakes you make; if you don't do anything, you won't make any mistakes.

At this critical moment, the murderers still felt it was best to be careful and didn't dare to act rashly.

They could only let Wu Wang go crazy in front of the microphone.

By the way, they also wanted to observe whether the rules of death would appear on this attention-grabbing person.

“Namo Amitabha Buddha blesses boundless celestial veneration, Amen Allahu Akbar!”

“Light ~ Phoenix flying against the wind ~ Light!”

Wu Wang was still talking nonsense and singing.

Thump!

As he happened to sing the word 'light,' the spotlight above his head suddenly turned on, illuminating the classroom as bright as day.

Everything dirty that had happened in the darkness was exposed under everyone's eyes.

A large amount of blood stained the white floor, like an abstract painter arbitrarily creating with red paint. The viscous feeling flowing down the steps was like the dripping red on the white cloth in 'The Death of Marat.' The corpses lying in disorder like abrupt embellishments on a canvas appeared unusually glaring.

Some could see the location of the fatal wound, obviously dying from fighting.

Others, however, like the first corpse, fell to the ground with a terrified expression, without any visible injuries.

The dark environment had lasted for ten minutes.

The original fifty-person classroom was now left with only twenty.

The frequency of death was exaggerated to the point of uneasiness.

But everyone's gaze lingered on the corpses for only a moment, directing more murderous gazes at Wu Wang.

“You, discovered something?”

A strong man closest to the podium walked up with a stern tone.

At his feet lay two people with twisted necks, strangled to death. These were all the strong man's works in the darkness.

He also asked the question in most people's minds.

Why didn't this teenager's crazy abstract behavior trigger any rules of death?

Unless he had already discovered something to avoid it!

Looking at the strong man who was a head taller than himself, with bulging muscles like a small mountain, coming to his side with considerable pressure.

Wu Wang remained unmoved, only smiling and saying:

“I don't really like your tone. I helped all the dogs downstairs in my neighborhood who like to bark wildly get neutered on New Year's Eve. I suggest you pay attention to your manners.”

“Tch, trash! You'll be honest later!”

The strong man disdainfully reached out his hand, trying to grab Wu Wang's neck and force him to submit.

His thick palm almost covered the teenager's entire face.

So much so that Wu Wang's gradually chilling expression under the shadows was completely invisible.

Bang!

The muffled sound of falling to the ground echoed in the classroom.

Everyone outside the podium showed an unbelievable expression.

An unexpected situation occurred!

They saw the strong man lying on the ground with his eyes rolled back, twitching unconsciously.

The position of his temple was recessed, obviously struck hard by something.

“Wha… … What happened?”

“One punch! He knocked out such a strong person with just one punch!”

Before everyone could recover, they saw Wu Wang pull the microphone from the stand and smash it hard on the strong man's recessed temple, repeating the action of raising his hand and smashing down with a blank expression, as if pounding mochi.

Pfft pfft — —

Blood splattered, mixed with red and white.

This time, everyone's attention finally shifted from Wu Wang's abstract behavior just now.

They began to notice the strangeness of him.

His bare upper body revealed taut muscles at the moment of punching, as if sculpted, with distinct angles. Muscle lines that have not been tempered through thousands of trials would not be so beautiful.

The textbook-like force-generating technique when punching maximized his power, making people tremble.

Coupled with the indifference when taking lives.

Without a doubt, this teenager was the same kind as them.

No! He was more dangerous than most murderers!

Because Wu Wang's appearance and behavior were too deceptive!

“I'm not afraid of a crooked shadow if I stand straight. I've never claimed to be a good person, you know.” Finally, a sound other than a head explosion came from the podium.

After saying that, Wu Wang plugged the microphone back into the stand.

Then he sat down on the podium with his legs dangling, squinting and continuing to observe everyone with a smile.

These people were not wrong in their guesses.

He had indeed guessed some of the rules of death.

He had even personally tested it.

It's just that the remaining things needed to be tested a few more times before they could be finalized.

As for the test subjects.

Everyone is my brother, I believe none of the friends here will refuse… …

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