Where Is the Way to Survive the "Survivor" Instance?
"Hey, players, can you hear me?--"
"The challenge is about to begin. The remaining eight players will need to split into three teams and head to the Torture Tower, the Burial Forest, and the Mass Grave, respectively, to complete some small challenges while searching for the red Skull Symbol we have hidden."
Please note that each team must have at least 2 people and at most 3 people. You can arrange who you team up with yourself.
"The challenge has been placed in three locations on cards. We will not contact you during this time. If any participant wishes to withdraw, please raise your arm and wave towards the camera. Staff will then escort you out."
"The challenge will officially begin in ten minutes."
The sound from the loudspeaker, crackling with static, echoed through the empty lobby.
"These three names..." Winniever touched his forehead, "... sound ominous."
"It's more than just bad," Daisy said, a smirk playing on her lips. "It's practically screaming 'danger'."
She looked around. "Alright, let's start the grouping. Who wants to go where?"
"Choosing between the executioner's guillotine, the crematorium chimney, and the drowned person's water tank?" The Trench Coat Man lowered his eyes, his tone languid. "The ending is the same: returning the body to nothingness. The only difference is which way we prefer to say goodbye."
"I choose the Mass Grave; at least the corpses there... know what true reunion is."
An eerie silence fell over the front hall.
"Brother, you..." Winniever started to say something, but after opening his mouth for a long time, he could only manage an awkward laugh. "Okay, then I'll go to the Torture Tower."
Polina glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I also choose the Torture Tower."
Daisy stared at them with interest. "The Torture Tower, huh? Count me in."
After discussion, Winniever, Polina, and Daisy chose to go to the Torture Tower, the woman in long sleeves and the woman with a birthmark on her face chose to go to the Burial Forest, Saha, the man in the tie, and the Trench Coat Man chose the Mass Grave.
Before parting, the group had a final chat.
"Let me make this clear from the start," Daisy said, her gaze lingering for a moment on the faces of the other five. "If any of you show up where you shouldn't, don't blame me."
Saha snorted coldly, "I'll give you that same line too."
The woman in long sleeves nodded. "Of course."
At this point, the three teams were completely separated.
Everyone understood that now that they were separated, teammates within the same team might still be able to cooperate, but it would be difficult for teams to trust each other.
--
Briman put down the mouse and silently sat back down in his original spot.
It should have been anticipated that a competition that could be so easily withdrawn from would not have any other restrictions.
Staying in the Camp would certainly mean facing greater dangers, but at least it would allow them to obtain firsthand intelligence.
While this place is safe, the lack of intelligence is the greatest danger.
That was too hasty.
"Excuse me, Director, is there any possibility that I can compete again?" Briman raised his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"No way, you've been eliminated. People have to take responsibility for their choices; not everything can be done over again." The slovenly man, who was intently watching the players on the screen, replied without turning his head.
"Okay." Briman clapped his hands. "You're right."
On the bright side, this so-called withdrawal from the competition might just be a different form of participation.
Moreover, the eerie warning was still fresh in their minds.
However... his gaze involuntarily fell back on the East Asia youth, whose overly calm profile seemed out of place in the dim light.
A hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes.
What could the other person mean by that?
Unwise?
He silently pondered this assessment.
What criteria did this person use to judge their choice? And why did they believe they were being wise?
As his thoughts gradually returned, Briman looked at the monitor screen once again.
The eight players have now split into three teams and are searching for their respective destinations.
Which path will lead to survival in this Dungeon?
--
In the deep corridor, the exterior walls, soaked with the marks of time and some kind of dark brown stain, are covered with dried moss and cobwebs. The air here becomes thick and cold, mixed with a strong smell of blood that assaults the nostrils of anyone who enters.
Winniever, holding a flashlight, walked carefully and cautiously with each step.
Polina and Daisy followed behind, their steps light yet subtly wary.
Suddenly, Daisy spoke up, "You really don't know why you were attacked?"
Polina paused. "What do you want to say?"
"Don't be nervous, I'm not mocking you." Daisy chuckled. "As you've probably all realized, 'it' didn't intend to kill; it was more about intimidation. The fact that it chose you and that short-haired woman is probably just because you're the weakest."
"Believe me, I really wasn't mocking you." She repeated herself before continuing, "I was just thinking, perhaps leaving here isn't such a bad thing?"
"Then why don't you apply to withdraw from the competition?" Polina asked in a cold tone.
Daisy shrugged. "Didn't I already say, it's just a possibility?"
"To be honest, I still have absolutely no clue about this Dungeon."
"If you want to cooperate, you have to be honest."
Winniever, who was walking at the front, then chuckled and said, "Well, you're not being honest enough, ma'am."
He suddenly stopped.
"The Torture Tower, we've arrived."