"Survivors": Something We Can't See Is Attacking Her
The morning sunlight briefly dispelled the perennial gray fog that lingered in the Camp, and the Production Team members, who were gradually waking up and preparing for their work, brought a touch of life to this tranquil place.
Xu Xi stood to the side, breathing in the fresh air while rubbing the back of her neck.
Last night, I made do with a few plastic stools to create a makeshift bed in the monitoring room and slept there. As a result, I woke up this morning with aches and pains all over my body, and my neck was as stiff as a piece of wood.
In the Player Space, you can only sleep on stone steps, which is bad enough, but why can't you get a decent bed in Dungeon either?
After expressing his feelings and finishing his activities, he turned around and went back into the monitoring room.
The other players should all be gathered together by now, ready to face the challenge; he wanted to go and observe.
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Inside the Camp.
All ten players gathered in the lobby on the first floor, sitting around the huge dining table set up by the Production Team.
On the smooth tabletop was a breakfast that the staff had specially brought in.
However, it was clear that no one was really enjoying this rather substantial breakfast.
"So, the three of you have... formed an alliance?" Noticing the noticeably different atmosphere between the three of Winniever from yesterday, the brown-haired, blue-eyed youth, Briman, raised an eyebrow and smiled.
Polina silently wiped the dagger, while Dana paused in her act of spreading jam.
Under the scrutinizing gazes of the other players, Winniever calmly shook his head. "No, it's just that we reached some consensus."
Consensus?
Briman glanced at the other two without making a sound, a hint of curiosity creeping in.
Just yesterday, the woman in the leather jacket had looked down on the bearded man and sharply mocked his cooperation proposal. But now, she sat quietly opposite him, fiddling with the dagger in her hand.
This subtle shift naturally attracted the attention of the remaining players.
"What did you encounter?" Daisy, a woman with dyed red curly hair, stirred her coffee gently, her tone casual yet sharp.
"Madam, we are not your prisoners and have no obligation to cooperate with your interrogation," Winniever said with a shrug.
After discreetly observing the expressions of the others, Polina and Dana realized that only the two of them had been attacked the previous night.
"Perhaps you could show some sincerity," Polina said calmly. "Intelligence should always be exchanged for something of equal value."
The atmosphere immediately became tense.
Just then, everyone saw Dana, who had been eating toast, suddenly stand up without warning and quickly retreat, the chair screeching as she moved violently.
They saw the other person holding Table Knife in reverse grip with their right hand, waving it inexplicably at the air in front of them.
"What's going on?" The dark-skinned man Saha, tensed up and took several steps back. After maintaining a certain distance, he asked with surprise and uncertainty.
"Something we can't see is attacking her," a woman in long sleeves and trousers replied confidently.
She didn't believe that an experienced, seasoned player would suddenly go insane for no reason; it was either a hallucination or...
Considering the unusual behavior of the three bearded men, she was more inclined to believe the latter.
At the same time, a golden light flashed across Dana's body, and then she stopped, panting.
"You..." Dana was about to say something when her expression suddenly changed drastically, and she dodged away again.
"Help me! This thing is very strong! It can even withstand Item damage!" After another difficult roll, she anxiously turned to Winniever and Polina for help.
Not far away, Winniever and Polina exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.
At that moment, a second golden light flashed across Dana's body, and her complexion looked extremely pale.
Everyone knew that the other side wouldn't last long.
But from their perspective, there was nothing in front of Dana at this moment.
What happened?
The bearded man felt something was strange. Last night he could clearly see the Ghostly Shadows following the other person, but now...
He touched the special pistol in his sleeve, his expression hesitant.
Even if he can't see it, the damage from the bullet is real; he can definitely shoot that thing.
However, he has a limited number of bullets.
Polina gripped the dagger tightly, hesitant to make a move.
The rest of the people, needless to say, were unaware of the cause and effect, and even less willing to get involved in trouble.
"What are you waiting for! Don't you know how powerful this thing is? This time it was me, but next time who knows who it will be!" Dana shouted through gritted teeth.
Her talisman was activated twice in a short time, meaning that this life-saving Item she relied on most was nearing its limit. If she didn't receive support before the third attack, the talisman would shatter completely, and her fate would likely be sealed.
But... Dana turned to look at the nine players who were just observing from the side.
Damn it, there's no other way!
What are you hiding when you're about to lose your life?
Dana steeled herself and prepared to use another, even more precious Item that could only be used once.
However, the next second, her body suddenly stiffened, and her breathing almost stopped.
All the people saw was that Dana seemed to have suddenly witnessed something particularly shocking, and she stood frozen in place as if she had been frozen in place, with a third and seemingly final golden light flashing across her body.
Immediately under the watchful eyes of the nine players, her pupils contracted sharply, and her mouth opened slightly. "Retreat... to death..."
After uttering those two words in a daze, he collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had left him, his fate unknown.
The nine people looked at each other in bewilderment.
After waiting for a while and seeing that the other party had stopped moving, the Trench Coat Man hesitated and said, "Is she... dancing with eternity?"
"This is the first time I've heard someone talk about death in such a cultured way." Winniever's lips twitched. He looked up at the miniature surveillance camera in the corner that was filming everything and shouted, "Hey Production Team, something's happened to a contestant! Send someone in to check it out!"
No one dared to approach or touch Dana, whose fate was unknown.
Before the Production Team arrived, the players inevitably started chatting.
"So this is the consensus you've reached?" Daisy crossed her arms and glanced at Winniever and Polina with an ambiguous look.
"What exactly happened last night? Why was this woman targeted? And... why can't we see anything?" Saha frowned, unable to hold back any longer, and questioned him.
He had planned to wait for other players to test the rules first, but now that the first player to break the rules had appeared, he couldn't figure out what exactly the player had done wrong.
This sudden attack began and ended inexplicably.
Moreover... how powerful must that thing that attacked the short-haired woman be to be able to continuously consume a life-saving Item?
Thinking of this, Saha's expression turned quite unpleasant.