The number of Blood Corpse in the cave kept increasing, and their unconscious roars rose and fell, making people feel irritable and restless.
As for the corpses left behind by the player's party members, these mutilated, untransformable, and inedible inferior flesh had long been moved outside the cave and thrown aside by the Blood Corpse who had received orders.
Time passed slowly, and the number of Blood Corpse summoned had exceeded three hundred. Bored, [ Aluode ] spent the last few hours observing the Blood Corpse for amusement, while also editing the post he was about to publish on the forum.
Finally, a ray of sunlight shone into the cave from the distant horizon, perhaps intentionally, as the cave entrance was positioned exactly in the direction of the rising sun.
As the morning sun streamed into the cave, the Blood Corpse scattered as if they had seen their natural enemy. Since daylight began outside, no new Blood Corpse had entered the cave, suggesting that the next Blood Corpse would arrive at night.
[ Aluode ] glanced at the count sitting in the high-backed chair out of the corner of his eye, only to find that the count had turned the chair 180 degrees at some point, with the backrest, which blocked out the light, facing the direction of the cave entrance, and was sitting alone in the shadow of the chair back.
The Soul Returner scanned the cave, and like many other weakened Blood Corpse, its head lolled to the side and it passed out.
Blood Corpse is weak during the day, so it's perfectly reasonable for the "Strategist" to log off.
In the real world, in a double room at a university, a student with the ID [ Gill's Cuisine ] had a strange expression on their face:
"What's going on? Everyone's here, but we can't find [ Aluode ]."
My roommate, the [ Western Sharpshooter ], also took off his helmet at this moment:
"I don't know. Everyone has been resurrected. I don't believe you if you say he didn't die."
"But it's actually quite possible..."
[ Gill's Cuisine ] unconsciously rubbed her chin:
"He's so cowardly, he might run away if things get bad."
"No."
[ Western Sharpshooter ] said decisively:
"I saw him rush into the hall with my own eyes. Our escape route was blocked by the Blood Corpse; there was no way he could have run away."
"Ah?"
[ Gill's Cuisine ] looked surprised:
Is he really that brave?
A college student with cowboy blood flowing through his veins smiled broadly:
"Hehe, I'm the one who pushed him in."
"Here you go."
[ Gill's Cuisine ] Thumbs up:
"Go to his dorm and see what's going on."
It was already morning. The two walked through the bustling university campus and quickly arrived at another dormitory building, easily finding their way to a room.
That's right, [ Aluode ] is also a friend and classmate of the two, but they are not in the same major, so their dorm rooms are not very close to each other.
A gentle knock was made on the door, and soon a young man with brown, curly hair opened it.
"What? You're not dead?"
[ Western Sharpshooter ] started with a friendly greeting, which would normally have sparked a verbal battle between the other party.
However, at this moment, both of them saw the undisguised surprise on [ Aluode's ] face.
"Come in quickly, I have something important to tell you..."
[ Aluode ] grabbed [ Gill's Cuisine ] and [ Western Sharpshooter ] by the arm and dragged them into the dormitory.
"What's going on? Did you not die in the game or did you not respawn?"
After the door was closed, the two looked at their friend, who was barely concealing his excitement, with a face full of question marks.
"You... you have no idea what I've been through..."
"If you keep being a riddle solver, I'll kill you."
"I've become Blood Corpse."
[ Aluode ] said succinctly.
"What's so strange about that? Everyone who lives on the edge of a knife has been Blood Corpse at some point."
[ Western Sharpshooter ] made a comment, only to see his friend shaking his head like a rattle drum:
"No, no, no, no, it was that BOSS who personally transformed me into a Blood Corpse, a special kind of Blood Corpse, the kind that can think."
The other party had clearly not gotten to the real point, but [ Gill's Cuisine ] also realized a certain possibility:
Please elaborate.
Five minutes later, the three remained silent, one with a face full of joy, and the other two with their mouths agape.
"Liu, can this game be played like this?"
[ Western Sharpshooter ] looked at his roommate.
You're asking me... who should I ask?
"What's that saying from your hometown again?"
[ Western Sharpshooter ] then looked at [ Aluode ]:
"Traitor... what was the traitor again?"
[ Gill's Cuisine ] suddenly understood, and said to his friend with a sarcastic smile:
"What's with the swagger of a traitor?"
"Don't just criticize me, help me think of a solution too. I don't want to give up this body yet, and... don't you think the undercover identity can be used to its fullest potential?"
Seeing the two start to mock him, [ Aluode ]'s expression began to falter. He wouldn't let their teasing break him, but as a newbie in this World of Disorder, he genuinely didn't know what to do next.
"Hmm, let me think."
[ Gill's Cuisine ] promptly adopted a more serious approach:
"Let me explain. You've been transformed by that count and become his strategist. You're afraid of becoming a sinner by leading the Blood Corpse to the castle, so you lied and said you came from Weeping Willow Town..."
He looked at his friend with a puzzled expression and asked:
"Can't he tell you're lying?"
[ Aluode ] shook his head:
"It's probably a game setting. I did have a strong urge to tell him the truth, but it wasn't intense. I could easily overcome it if I focused my attention. It's probably just designed for immersion."
[ Gill's Cuisine ] frowned:
"Although this has nothing to do with your current predicament, I still want to ask, what's going on with this game? How can it implant thoughts?"
The [ Western Sharpshooter ] on the side said:
"Many of our thoughts are simply manipulated by hormones. The idea of implanted thoughts may seem like science fiction, but... if we understand it as this game regulating our hormones..."
"It's better to manipulate thoughts!"
The two said in unison.
In their view, it's understandable if such immersive games can subtly implant certain suggestions in their minds, but if they directly control their hormone secretion, that's truly bizarre.
"Let's not talk about that now. Quickly help me think of a solution. Judging from the current situation, I'll have to go back online as soon as it gets dark. Before that, we need to come up with a plan, otherwise I might give myself away if Bennett asks any more questions."
"Hmm, I heard there's some kind of construction project in White Wax Town these days, something about building an anti-zombie perimeter, with walls, watchtowers, and barbed wire..."
[ Aluode ] was greatly alarmed upon hearing this:
"Isn't that the kind from ' The Walking Dead '? How come it can actually be recreated in a game?"
[ Gill's Cuisine ] nodded:
"I've thought of a solution. Lend me the helmet, and I'll go online now to discuss it with a friend."
[ Aluode ] handed over the helmet, and [ Gill's Cuisine ] put it on his head, activated " World of Disorder " at top speed, and then leaned back on the sofa.
A stunned [ Aluode ] weakly said:
"It seems you've logged into my account..."