The Strange Arrival

[Congratulations on successfully entering the Survival Game.]

[Starting items: Mobile phone*1, ID card*1, starting funds 2000, Exorcism Talisman*10, Sedative*3.]

[Exorcism Talisman: Can immediately dispel supernatural entities.]

[Sedative*3: Can instantly restore Sanity Value (Sanity Value dropping below 60 will cause hallucinations; if it reaches 0, the Player will die).]

[Current mission: Survive for fifteen days.]

[Current number of survivors: 100,000.]

[Because this is your second time entering the Survival Game, your three basic attributes—Constitution, Speed, and Strength—each increase by +5.]

[Because this is your second time entering the Survival Game, you receive +1 draw attempt.]

[You have 4 draw attempts. Would you like to draw now: Yes, No.]

Inside the pure white space, Ye Zhao confirmed in her heart: Yes.

[Congratulations on obtaining a 1-cubic-meter Personal Space (already merged with the Player's existing Personal Space).]

[Congratulations on obtaining Speed +3 Attribute Page*1.]

[Congratulations on obtaining Speed +3 Attribute Page*1.]

[Congratulations on obtaining Speed +3 Attribute Page*1.]

[Note: In the game, survival time has been calculated into Creation Points and Prophet experience.]

[Note: Items not belonging to this world cannot be brought into the game (excluding game props); they have been automatically placed into the System Space and will be returned to the Player automatically after the game ends.]

[Scan successful: Create Speed +3 Attribute Page*1, requires 300 Creation Points.]

[Scan successful: Create Exorcism Talisman*1, requires 100 Creation Points.]

[Scan successful: Create Sedative*1, requires 100 Creation Points.]

The second round of the game provided much richer items, but at the same time, the appearance of these Exorcism Talismans and the Sanity Value gave Ye Zhao a bad premonition.

Could it be the kind of world she was thinking of?

Before she could prepare herself mentally, she suddenly appeared in a bustling street district.

The pedestrians around her showed no shock or confusion at her sudden appearance.

Regardless of what kind of world this was, Ye Zhao put her hand into her pocket and, as expected, felt a stack of cash. She waved down a taxi and said, "Take me to the nearest second-hand gold recycling shop."

"Driver, please hurry, I'm in a rush!"

[Create 500g gold bar*2, consumes 2 Creation Points.]

Ye Zhao opened her Game Panel to check her personal information.

[Name: Ye Zhao]

[Constitution: 105 (no equipment effects)]

[Strength: 15 (no equipment effects)]

[Speed: 10+47 (equipment effects)]

[Sanity Value: 100]

[Note: The Player's personal base attributes are not included in the statistics.]

Her personal information really did have an extra Sanity Value entry. She used all the Speed +3 Attribute Pages and put on her Speed Ring, changing her personal information to [Speed: 14+47 (equipment effects)].

[Talents possessed: SSS-Rank Creation, SSS-Rank Prophet]

[Elemental Ability: None]

[Personal Space: 3m³]

[Creation: Level 2]

[Creation Points: 760]

[Experience Points: 1%]

[Prophet: Level 1 (Used)]

[Experience: 10 (Note: 24h ≈ 1 point)]

[CD: 00:00:00]

[Current level can foresee events occurring within three days; duration of foresight: 10s.]

Arriving at the gold shop, Ye Zhao exchanged the two gold bars for 450,000 in cash.

She pulled a snake-skin bag from her pocket, stuffed the money inside, and left.

Well, everything was going quite smoothly; she would have been even happier if she hadn't run into thugs robbing people just around the corner.

Five or six men with colorful hair and masks appeared in front of Ye Zhao, whistling at her in a sleazy manner, "Little sister, out playing by yourself? Do you want us brothers to keep you company?"

"Come with us, little sister. From now on, we'll protect you, and no one will dare to bully you!"

Ye Zhao: ...

She expressionlessly pulled a gun from her pocket. "Let's compare and see whose is harder—mine or yours."

"Hahahaha!" Several thugs burst into wild, arrogant laughter. They didn't take Ye Zhao's handgun seriously; after all, in a country with strict gun control, ordinary people couldn't possibly get their hands on one, let alone a seemingly delicate young girl.

"Bang!" Ye Zhao couldn't be bothered with small talk. She fired a shot into the lead thug's thigh, then clicked her tongue and shook her head. A pity, she'd missed the mark.

"Ah!" The lead thug collapsed to the ground, howling in pain. The others were startled, their eyes instantly filled with fear as they looked at Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao asked, "Do you still want to play together?"

"No, no, no!" The thugs shook their heads frantically, their arrogance completely vanished. Had they known she was armed, they never would have considered robbing her of her virtue before her money.

Ye Zhao smiled slightly. "Hand over everything valuable you have on you."

Very good. She was truly a case of the student surpassing the master.

A thick gold chain and two thousand in loose cash. Truly pathetic.

Ye Zhao wasn't the least bit afraid of this group calling the police. The fact that they could track her so accurately meant they clearly had information from the gold shop; she wasn't their first target.

They didn't dare call the police.

Ye Zhao was well-rewarded and in high spirits, so she hailed a taxi to the best hotel nearby.

Once inside the taxi, Ye Zhao clicked to use the [Prophet] skill.

[Prophet skill activated. Current Prophet level: 1. Skill duration: 10s.]

Under the dim night sky, traffic flowed like a dragon and crowds moved like a loom.

A woman was walking down the street when she suddenly saw a little girl squatting on the ground, crying bitterly. She couldn't help but step forward to ask, "Little sister, why are you here all alone? Where is your mother?"

The little girl raised a pale, cute face and said in a tone that was almost innocent, "Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me—"

The woman: "Huh?"

Under the woman's puzzled gaze, the little girl's hair turned into a waterfall, wrapping around her. The woman struggled and screamed, her entire body submerged in the black strands.

People walked by, and no one noticed that someone had just vanished.

System: [Prophet skill ended.]

The [Prophet] skill turned gray.

[CD: 24h]

Ye Zhao opened her eyes in terror. What was that little girl?

A ghost?

Why did the people around her have no reaction?

She shivered. Heaven knew that ghosts were the thing she feared most; she hadn't watched horror movies since she was a child. This world was truly a world of horror!

Could physical attacks even harm ghosts? The confidence brought by her powerful weaponry vanished in an instant. She tremblingly unwrapped a milk candy and popped it into her mouth. Damn it, even the candy didn't taste sweet anymore!

After putting down a deposit of one hundred thousand at the front desk to check in, Ye Zhao returned to her room, tossed her snake-skin bag into her space, and set out again without a moment's rest to purchase supplies.

She had to survive in this world for fifteen days; a few supplies wouldn't be enough.

She decided to hoard enough for fifteen days, stay in the hotel, and never go out again.

The supermarket was crowded and looked perfectly normal. Ye Zhao pushed two shopping carts and went on a frantic shopping spree in the instant food section. She grabbed boxes of instant noodles, sour and spicy glass noodles, self-heating rice, and self-heating hot pots. She also took boxes of biscuits, milk candies, pork jerky, beef jerky, canned fruit, and canned meat.

Considering nutritional balance, Ye Zhao also grabbed a box of apples and milk. She was sick of carrots anyway and didn't want to eat them again.

The biggest problem right now was that she couldn't put them directly into her space. "Can you provide home delivery?"

Because she bought so much, the supermarket offered delivery. Ye Zhao was very satisfied. She left the address and gave the staff a five-hundred-dollar tip for their trouble. She also bought a suitcase and went upstairs to buy a few sets of clothes to change into. Her principle was that if money could solve it, she would never use Creation Points.

The game was truly stingy, giving her only two thousand in starting funds. Fortunately, she had her Golden Finger; otherwise, she would be worrying about where to find a good job right now, as two thousand wouldn't be enough to cover fifteen days of food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

After buying her clothes, Ye Zhao left the supermarket and went to the pharmacy next door to buy a pile of common medicines and vitamin tablets. Having survived nuclear radiation, she deeply understood the importance of physical health.

"Pretty sister, buy a flower~"

As Ye Zhao dragged her suitcase out of the pharmacy, a little girl carrying a flower basket walked up to her, looking at her with pitiful eyes. "Pretty sister, buy a flower. It's only ten dollars each~"

Hearing the voice, Ye Zhao looked down almost subconsciously.

And with that one look, the little girl's pitiful expression was instantly replaced by surprise. Her eyes widened to an extreme, and her mouth split open to her ears. "Sister, you can see me?"

Damn!

Ye Zhao's heart skipped a beat. Realizing she had responded, her scalp went numb in an instant!

[Sanity Value: -10]

She'd been played!

Ghosts could appear during the day too?

She had been too biased, assuming that ghosts in every world would fear the sunlight—the vision she saw had been at night.

She hadn't been vigilant enough.

The Child Ghost giggled triumphantly, sounding like a hen laying an egg. The cute child's face turned pale and gloomy, and eyes began to pop out from her face one after another, scrambling to emerge. Ye Zhao's hair stood on end; her trypophobia flared up, and goosebumps covered her skin.

[Sanity Value: -10.]