A special identity? So there were special players in this instance?
After hearing the system prompt, the players' gazes turned contemplative. Several even looked warily at their companions, likely trying to determine from their expressions whether they possessed a special identity.
People feared inequality more than scarcity. Even if special identities had no additional effects, the word "special" alone was enough to sentence their holders to death.
After all, this was an instance where human lives had to be used to test the Rules. Someone had to die.
What was more, the players assigned special identities had not immediately exposed themselves, which was enough to explain the situation: either these identities could greatly increase their chances of survival, or they stood opposed to most of the others...
Zhang Yiyu stared at the word "Witch" on the system interface, faintly puzzled. Wasn't this a school instance? Why was there a witch?
But before entering the instance, Ning Xu had crammed a great deal of knowledge into her head. Naturally, she knew that after obtaining a special identity, she could not let the others notice anything unusual.
So, she continued to empty her mind and recite the Three Hundred Tang Poems to herself, though her gaze still drifted toward Qi Si, standing by the door.
Ugh, why was there such a terrifying anomaly right at the start, pretending to look so innocent and harmless?
Amid the silence, a hoarse female voice slowly rose.
[This is a land drenched in blood, and also a land of magical strangeness, where hunger, plague, and slaughter run rampant.]
[They were brought here when the maple forests were lush, and buried in the earth when red maple leaves drifted across the mountains.]
[Ocean liners setting sail, thunderous artillery battles, and idols of glorious achievement rising from the