The iron door, which had been tightly shut, was pushed open from outside. In the cold white light stood a crooked little boy with a large head and a small body.
He wore a white cloth shirt, and his entire body looked bloated as if he had been soaked in water. Purple-black veins bulged beneath his bluish-white skin, spreading in every direction like the veins of a lotus leaf.
His head was twisted and malformed. His bulging eyes stared eerily at the Players, and his mouth split open to reveal a mouthful of black fangs. "I found you. I'm telling my dad!"
Red text refreshed wildly, accompanied by a piercing narration.
[The director did not like unrelated people entering the morgue. You knew this well and had always strictly followed his rules.] [But this time, due to an accident, you were locked inside the morgue while secretly investigating it and were discovered by Cheng Xiaoyu (Ghost).] [He intended to tell the director about this. If the director found out, he would surely become suspicious of you and might even take some extreme measures.] [Roleplay Failure Rate +20%]
On the system interface, the number beside [Failure Rate] jumped to 40%.
Sun Dekuan had clearly received a similar system prompt. His plump face turned pale, and his small eyes kept darting toward Qi Si in a pleading look.
Just like before, it had gone straight to the maximum penalty. By that logic, after three more incidents, the failure rate would be maxed out.
There was still room to maneuver when encountering Ghosts and death points, but once the failure rate reached 100%, Players would truly be erased!
Qi Si read through the two large blocks of prompt text twice, his gaze finally settling on the word "director."
Both increases in