Trapped Players

The blazing sun hung high, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but yellow sand.

Sitting in the shadow of the ruins, Wan Ci stared blankly ahead.

Over the long span of thirty days, the farther time went on, the longer she spent spacing out.

Because her Sanity Value had dropped sharply, she was not in particularly good condition. Her whole body felt woozy, as if she were carsick.

But this was only the beginning.

Every day spent in a place like this caused one's Sanity Value to fall uncontrollably, and Sanity Value directly affected a Player's mental state.

When Sanity fell to a critical point, the boundary between reality and illusion would become blurred. By then, Players would be completely unable to distinguish reality from illusion, existing within the Terrifying World they had constructed themselves.

The more afraid you were of something, the more likely it was to appear before you, gnawing away at your mind and devouring your flesh.

By then, reality itself would be Hell.

After turning around and looking toward the yellow sand behind her for a while without seeing anyone return, Wan Ci reached up and tugged her hood lower, shrouding most of her face in shadow, before getting to her feet from the sand.

Because of her withdrawn, quiet, and somewhat gloomy personality, she could basically be considered a fringe figure in this team. The others did not even want to invite her when they played cards.

—But she was not the only fringe figure like that.

"..."

Because the light had been blocked, Ink-Stained Crystal looked up at the person before her. When she saw the Young Girl bend down and enter through the tent entrance, she nodded slightly at her before lowering her head back into the mountain