The "Survivors": No One Survived

"So you mean the woman with the birthmark on her face was replaced during our split-up operation?"

In the dimly lit corridor, a man and a woman stood side by side.

Geseling shone his flashlight on the signboard in front of him, which clearly read three large characters: Archives.

She seemed unsure and repeated herself.

"Yes," Ichimura Kōta nodded, "That lady is probably dead."

"That sounds really disappointing." Geseling's tone was ambiguous as she reached out her hand, seemingly preparing to push open the door.

"And who are you?"

"What?" Ichimura Kōta taken aback.

The next second, several crystal-clear, round beads fell from Geseling's wrist, clattering to the ground before rolling purposefully toward the man, vaguely forming a circle that trapped him in the middle.

Without hesitation, Geseling pushed open the door to the Archives and went straight to one of the walls, feeling around for the filing cabinets in front of him.

Even with danger lurking just outside the door, she remained calm.

Geseling didn't want to play along with the stupid Production Team's three-day challenge anymore, and he scoffed at Winniever's "cooperation first" rhetoric.

She was certain that the other party had never considered cooperating.

I wonder which of the other players will believe his nonsense.

A few breaths later, Geseling finally touched what he was looking for.

"Click--"

A section of floorboards near the corner suddenly trembled, then slowly moved aside, revealing a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

Geseling immediately lit up with joy.

This was an emergency passage specially left by one of the craftsmen when the Camp was built. Even though the Camp was later turned into an exhibition hall, this passage has been preserved.

She wasn't sure if this was a way out, but she had to try anyway.

Geseling couldn't wait to run towards the gap, and before going down, she subconsciously glanced back at the doorway.

However, the man who should have been restrained outside the door was nowhere to be seen.

"!"

As Geseling was taken aback, a thick arm suddenly reached out from the gap in front of her and grabbed her neck.

"Well--"

Before she could react, she was dragged into the dark gap by that hand.

*

In the storage room.

Daisy watched helplessly as the woman in front of her, wielding a hammer, approached her step by step.

She couldn't help but shout in her heart--

Damn it, move already!!

But her body seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to react no matter how hard her will tore at it.

In Daisy's last moments of vision, a dark iron hammer, twice the size of the one in her hand, was raised high, aimed at her head.

"Bang--"

*

Yurien looked at the corpse in the water tank not far away and was about to turn around and leave when he saw the corpse slowly open its eyes.

At the same time, the silver coins in his palm became increasingly hot.

At that moment, he finally realized something and abruptly turned around.

A tall man stood behind him, his face indistinct in the dim light.

The man held an iron hammer in his hand, the hammerhead covered in blood.

The bloodstains were still fresh, dripping heavily onto the ground, one drop at a time, following the veins of the blood.

It also touched Yurien's heart.

*

The silent, winding, and dark passageway was only echoed with Winniever's heavy breathing.

Even though there was no one behind him, he dared not stop, not even for a moment.

Winniever could clearly feel his strength gradually draining away, his lungs burning as if on fire, and a chill that seemed to come from nowhere gripping his back, forcing him to keep running forward.

The escape routes in the Dungeon are fake.

He knew it when he saw the Man in a Suit's body.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that he had fallen into a cognitive trap.

This is a secluded island, so where do these so-called escape routes lead?

Even the former owner of this Camp, the leader of the Rebel Army, did not escape through the Dungeon at the last moment, but chose to commit suicide.

Thinking about this, Winniever couldn't help but feel annoyed that he had realized it too late.

Although he knew he couldn't keep running aimlessly, he gritted his teeth and persevered, not giving up on thinking of a final way to survive.

Until he saw a Gao Zhuang figure standing quietly in front of him.

It was as if they were waiting specifically for him.

Winniever finally stopped.

He touched the pistol in his sleeve.

This is the last one.

With a wry smile, Winniever knew he was doomed in this Dungeon.

He wondered how many players were still alive, whether the Production Team had noticed anything unusual about them, and... what was the current situation of the two players who withdrew from the competition.

--

Xu Xi gently shook the water droplets off her hands.

He'd been spending so much time in the Player Space that he'd almost forgotten he had physical needs too.

It was the players' break and mealtime, and since he couldn't hear what they were talking about anyway, he decided to take this opportunity to relieve himself.

However, he froze on the spot the next moment.

Not far away, a food truck was parked haphazardly on the roadside.

If he wasn't mistaken, that should contain the players' lunch.

Logically, the food truck should have already been moved into the Camp by the Production Team crew by now.

Xu Xi's heart tightened, and an indescribable premonition rose in her mind.

He let out a shallow breath and slowly walked towards the monitoring room.

There was no one there.

Xu Xi looked around the room. The unfinished food was still steaming, but the people in the monitoring room had vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air.

He then looked at the monitor.

At first glance, the entire screen is black.

Xu Xi turned around and headed to the Production Team's base without hesitation.

There was no one there, neither along the way nor inside the various tents.

Just as he was about to doubt whether he had entered some Otherworld, his peripheral vision was suddenly tugged—

Hundreds of meters away, the boat moored on the shore silently slid into the water.

The brown-haired, blue-eyed youth was standing at the stern of the ship, his smile inexplicably tinged with pity.

The other person's lips moved, but unfortunately they were too far apart for Xu Xi to hear what he said.

However, he wasn't interested.

All he knew was that his death seemed to be imminent.

Before her stood a burly, ashen-faced stranger who grinned, his chilling aura seeming to seep into Xu Xi's very bones.

When her neck was grabbed, Xu Xi knew that she was completely powerless to resist this guy on her own.

Xu Xi was quite puzzled as to why he wasn't killed immediately.

It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of the boat returning the way it came and saw that no one had disembarked for a long time that he realized that this "person" was deliberately tormenting his mind.

That brown-haired, blue-eyed youth is probably dead on the ship.

In the last second before losing consciousness, Xu Xi suddenly wondered: did the wizard he had fooled in the previous two missions actually manage to escape?

The sudden change in the Livestream Room silenced the chat for a moment.

All the arguments, analyses, and even the pointless spamming all fell silent.

The ending came too quickly, too abruptly, without any warning; no one could react in time.

Beyond the screen, only a cold, hard truth silently spread through everyone's minds: this round—

No one survived.