"Survivor" Challenge

Torture Towers are where victims were tortured before their deaths.

The only entrance was a heavy iron door with an observation window.

The interior was almost entirely dark, with only a few emergency lights hanging on the walls. The dim light cast long, blurred shadows of the three people.

The temperature was at least ten degrees lower than outside; it wasn't just a simple cold, but a chilling cold that could penetrate to the bone.

The three of them instinctively shivered.

As they passed rows of dusty racks of torture instruments, their eyes were immediately drawn to a rusty cross-shaped rack standing in the center.

Almost instantly, all three of them held their breath.

A person whose features were obscured was bound to the rack, rusted iron chains tightly constricting the person's limbs.

The man's head was bowed, his fate unknown.

They exchanged a glance, Winniever slightly shifted the flashlight in his hand, while the other two assumed a defensive stance.

A blinding beam of light shone on the rack, but the person bound to it remained unmoved.

Winniever's gaze swept over the man's body inch by inch. After a while, he suddenly walked to the rack and used his flashlight to lift the tattered cloth covering the man.

"It's a dummy."

Polina and Daisy were taken aback when they heard this. They followed and went closer to take a look, and found that it was indeed just a silicone model that was roughly the same size as a real person.

Without a doubt, this was deliberately prepared by the Production Team.

Polina looked away and her gaze fell on the table on the other side.

On the dusty tabletop, an imperfectly clean little card sits.

"It's a challenge from the Production Team." Picking up the card, Polina quickly skimmed through its contents and then handed it to the other two.

Winniever and Daisy's expressions darkened slightly after reading it.

"Heh." Daisy curled her lips into a cold laugh, "This isn't the way to court death."

The card clearly stated that one person in the team would be chosen to play the role of a jailer and whip the model for three minutes. The rest of the team would be tied up in a designated location and wait for the player playing the jailer to complete the challenge.

It sounds very simple, with no difficulty at all.

The problem is, they weren't actually filming a show.

"Are you sure you want to take this challenge?" Daisy waved the card in her hand. "Are you really looking for death?"

Polina, who was constantly watching her surroundings out of the corner of her eye, glanced at her upon hearing this. "So you know how to beat the game?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Daisy showed no embarrassment and shook her head frankly.

"Then you'll have to find this dead one," Polina said calmly.

Winniever cleared his throat, interrupting their exchange. "Ladies, instead of fighting amongst yourselves, why don't you consider a more practical matter?"

Who will play the role of... the jailer wielding the whip?

*

In a quiet forest, the two players who had chosen the Burial Forest were cautiously stepping into it.

It was daytime, yet the dense canopy of trees completely blocked out the sunlight, creating a misty atmosphere and not even a whisper of wind.

The long-sleeved woman Geseling, suddenly stopped and raised her hand to signal the woman with the birthmark to be quiet.

She half-squatted down and picked up half a jawbone from the fishy-smelling soil.

Kuxiya, the woman with the birthmark, also bent down to examine it carefully.

Above the jawbone, a sharp knife mark was clearly visible.

Seeing this, both of them had their own guesses.

This jawbone should be the remains of one of the islanders.

"There's more ahead." Kuxiya spotted even more skeletons half-buried in the soil ahead.

The two followed the remains to the depths of the forest, where they came upon a structure resembling an altar.

Above the altar, a white card lay quietly on the stone tablet.

[Burial Forest Challenge]

[Please kneel on the altar, light incense and candles, face the mirror, and recite the scriptures on the paper for ten minutes.]

After reading the contents of the card, the two fell silent for a moment.

Kuxiya hesitated, "Are we... really going to follow these instructions?"

Geseling did not answer immediately. She picked up the piece of paper that had been deliberately aged at the corners and placed next to the incense and candles, and examined it closely.

Seeing that Geseling's expression was rather strange, Kuxiya leaned closer to take a closer look, and then gasped in shock.

She thought it would just be some ordinary scriptures, but she didn't expect that the scriptures prepared by the Production Team were the kind specifically used to summon the dead.

"F**k!" Kuxiya cursed under her breath, "Are you kidding me?"

Deep in a forest littered with skeletons and abandoned graves, chanting scriptures to summon the spirits of the dead?

"Those people must have had their brains kicked by kangaroos!"

Geseling nodded in agreement. "That's true, but—" she changed the subject, "Do we have any other options?"

Kuxiya paused for a moment, unable to refute.

With no information and no clues, there is really no other way but to follow the "rules" set by the Production Team.

Kuxiya let out a soft breath and picked up the lighter and incense sticks from the ground. "Let's do it."

"Let's see what this Dungeon is all about."

*

This is an underground cave that is larger than one can imagine.

Saha, the Trench Coat Man Yurien, and the man in the tie Ichimura Kōta stood at the edge of the pit, their gazes fixed intently on the bottom of the pit, where countless white skulls were piled up.

Rather than calling it Mass Grave, it would be more accurate to call it a pool of skulls.

"Hmm?" Saha lightly kicked with the tip of his shoe, and a skull rolled into the pool, instantly swallowed by the sea of bones. At the same time, a white card quietly floated to the ground.

Saha picked up the card, glanced at it quickly, and then handed it to the two people next to him without hesitation.

"Let's sleep and embrace these skulls?" Yurien stroked his chin. "Isn't that a bit too romantic?"

"It's just that everyone takes turns lying in there for five minutes," Saha glanced at him. "If you'd like to hug them and spend the night with them here, we don't mind."

"Mr. Black, wait until you learn to season your jokes with despair before you judge my humor," Yurien retorted without backing down.

Saha snorted coldly, too lazy to waste words on this Romance Country who exuded an aura of melancholy. He turned to his other teammate. "What are you thinking about?"

Ichimura Kōta replied in a low voice, "I'm wondering what the other two challenges will be?"

"And, who lies down first?"