Why Are You Screaming So Loud?

Of course, not everyone was like A Shu, gone within just a few minutes.

But the pressure was no less real. Many people had originally been full of confidence, thinking the ten thousand slots had nothing to do with them, but getting some kind of reward in the game should not be too difficult, right?

Yet after entering the game, they realized they had been overthinking it. It was different from the previous Infinite Corridor.

The cramped corridor, combined with the gradually changing scenery and dim lighting.

Gave players endless suggestions of danger, creating an urgent feeling of being persecuted.

But in Silent Hill, that had been replaced by a deathly loneliness.

Other than the protagonist's breathing and footsteps, there was not the slightest sound to be heard.

Combined with the dense fog that reduced visibility to almost nothing, there was barely any difference between day and night.

After all, players' sense of security in a game came from what they could see. But once their vision was filled with white fog, that sense of security was constantly squeezed away. Under those circumstances, day and night truly made little difference to players.

More importantly, the psychological suggestion brought by that deathly silence made the players feel as though every day in the game lasted a year.

Especially as the game slowly progressed, their psychological defenses were gradually chipped away and destroyed.

Zhang Yi carefully walked down the road shrouded in white fog. He was an old player who considered himself quite brave, though in reality, he was not.

What kept him playing this game was not any desire to prove himself, but the wish to give Old Song a CDKEY he had earned with his own hands on his birthday two days later.

Although he saw that Old Song