Thanks to Mori Hitomi, Who Eats and Waits for Death, for the Generous Reward

That unlucky newcomer was named Chen Luopo. On his first day, he was unfortunately dragged into a dungeon; on the second day, the newly joined team he had joined was wiped out; on the third day, he got lost and wandered right next to Snack Street, the place that had killed his entire team. His name truly suited him—he was down on his luck to the extreme.

He knew how dangerous this place was and did not go near it.

There was a teaching building not far away. Chen Luopo carefully circled around the mist, then took off running toward the building.

Just as he was about to reach the teaching building, he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him.

How strange. Is there anyone else outside besides me at this hour?

Chen Luopo turned around to look, and that single glance scared the soul out of him.

A huge crowd had suddenly emerged from the year-round mist shrouding Snack Street behind him.

They were arranged in neat rows, walking straight out of the fog in one direction.

Their walking postures were exceedingly strange, as though they had no weight. Their feet touched the ground softly, making almost no sound.

As Chen Luopo stared in shock, several people in the crowd turned their necks, their faces slowly swiveling toward him.

He recognized those faces!

They were the teammates who had vanished yesterday.

Chen Luopo watched as they linked arms and waved at him, their expressions vacant and movements stiff, as though calling him over.

How could he possibly dare to go over? He fled in utter panic without looking back.

Fortunately, the people in the mist did not chase after him, allowing him to escape with his life.

Later, Chen Luopo spread this experience far and wide, adding another layer