"Zhou Ping, Zhou Ping, Zhou Ping..."
The game had been underway for fifteen minutes. In a daze, Zhou Ping seemed to hear someone calling his name.
The voice was horribly pained, like a dying man on the verge of death after enduring torture.
"Has a supernatural phenomenon appeared?"
Zhou Ping continued mechanically scraping his arm over and over.
The sensation of the blade touching his skin had completely vanished. Even his right hand gripping the Fruit Knife had disappeared from his perception. Only the lingering sensation of lightly brushing over his left hand remained, as if someone were tickling it.
"This voice sounds like it's coming from some kind of cave. I can even hear an echo."
"What exactly is the bathroom connected to?"
Zhou Ping forced himself not to open his eyes and look. The young man who had explained the game's rules had kept his eyes closed the entire time before the oil lamp burned out.
"This oil lamp will go out after only half an hour. Half the time has already passed."
"Nothing has happened so far. Perhaps I chose the right approach."
He calculated the time in his mind.
Since he had yet to encounter a Supernatural Attack, his tension slowly eased, and he gained confidence that he could survive.
He even had the time to analyze the voice calling beside his ear.
"This person sounds really desperate, as if he's asking me for help and hoping I'll save him. But this is a bathroom. How the hell am I supposed to help? You think this kind of low-level hallucination can hurt me?"
A faint smile appeared at the corners of Zhou Ping's mouth.
Unable to open his eyes and look, with his Supernatural Perception also blocked, he had practically become an ordinary person. That was