When the three performances of the first act appeared on the panel, the five Players, Ji Yan among them, all wore different expressions.
Ji Yan stared at the panel, puzzled. Tarot Cards... and I need to activate an identity?
He raised a hand and switched panels, revealing a new category.
"Audience Favorability—currently 0%."
(The audience's favorability toward the [Devil]'s "attendant" is currently 0%, but they are full of expectations for you. Please perform well.)
Creeeak—
As though an invisible hand were tugging at the rotten wooden door, it slowly opened.
Outside was a deathly pale expanse, blanketed in thick white fog.
"Finally, we can get out..."
In the corner, Kong Yi tightened the bottle cap, stretched lazily, and even let out a casual yawn.
"Come to think of it, out of more than twenty cities in China, were we really the only five who completed the Main Quest?"
Street Punk's body trembled as he gave a half-smile. "Those odds aren't bad... isn't that why they call us Chosen Ones?"
"Of course, we might only be the first batch of Players. There could be more later."
Black Rose said, "I'm rather curious about the Players who stayed behind... what arrangements will be made for them?"
"Instead of wasting your thoughts on irrelevant matters, you'd be better off focusing on what's in front of us."
Street Punk's voice was hoarse. Trembling, he pulled a syringe from his pocket, jabbed it into the back of his hand, and injected himself.
His sallow skin was densely covered in needle marks.
Kong Yi said, "Whoa, an addict?"
At the sight of Street Punk's actions, a chilling glint flashed through Black Rose's eyes. "Keep doing that in front of me, and I'll chop off your hands!"
Street Punk's face was pale and his lips cracked as