Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
According to the description provided by the system, Scenario quests, unlike other quests, transported the Players to a pocket dimension for the required duration. While there, the Players were given roles to play until the quest was complete.
Bai Zhi opened his eyes to find himself in a large, dimly-lit room. It looked like something that belonged in an old, dilapidated villa.
There was a downpour going on outside, and the howling wind violently rattled the broken window on the first floor* as it sent wave after wave of rain splashing through the opening. A single candle on a coffee table tried desperately to hold on to the flame atop it that flickered as the wind buffeted it around mercilessly.
After he regained control of his body, Bai Zhi did nothing more than observe his surroundings for a minute.
Between the flickering light of the candle and the sporadic flashes of lightning outside, he was able to make out what the rest of the villa looked like.
This place had clearly been neglected for ages, and the floor was littered with broken items of various kinds. In the center of the room were several couches arranged in a circle, creating a pocket that was safe from the wind, while next to them were four hiking backpacks carelessly strewn on the floor. The coffee table with the candle was also laden with snacks.
Other than Bai Zhi, there were three other people in the room. They consisted of a pair of fashionably-dressed girls who huddled together and a young man who sat alone on one of the couches.
Perhaps university students who had come on a hike together but found themselves trapped by the storm? The objective is to survive until daylight in an isolated villa on the mountain... so what could be the source of danger in this scenario...?
Bai Zhi glanced at the phone in his hand—it was not his, and the lock screen displayed a picture he didn't recognize. His mind quickly went to work piecing together what he knew and what he observed in his surroundings.
The last thing he expected was for the man on the s
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*Ground floor in British English (just in case anyone is confused).
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