Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
As soon as the door closed behind them, the light faded rapidly, and the Players were soon plunged into darkness as they stood in the hall on the first floor of the building.
Nonetheless, the broad daylight outside filtered through the windows and soon, their eyes adjusted to the dim interior. Looking around, it was clear enough that the hall was just as empty as the rest of the orphanage so far, and the only features in this otherwise open space were some scattered pieces of furniture.
There were two routes that led out of the hall and to the higher levels: the first was a switchback staircase to the west, while the other way up, to the east of the hall, was a plain lift.
Knowing that there must be supernatural entities around them, only an idiot would think to try the lift. If anything were to happen in a small, cramped space like that, there would hardly be enough time for a Player to activate any of their skills.
After several more attempts at forcing the door open to no avail, Iron Blood turned around and said, frowning, "Sealed in."
"That's only to be expected." Traveler smiled as he pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up along his nose. "If the door could be opened and closed freely, then there would be nothing challenging about the first objective. The task is simply to locate the survivors and guide them out of the building, after all.
"Remember what I said about the lack of time limit? In order to do this more efficiently, I propose we search the building by splitting into smaller teams. Moving around in a group of seven is too slow, and makes us an obvious target. I think 3 teams should be the best, and we should group up based on—"
He was interrupted by the Player known as "Douchey, SoWhat", who spat a melon seed shell on the ground.
"Pah, why should we listen to you anyway?" His mocking smile and overall body language spoke strongly of a rebellious, delinquent attitude. "Watch any horror movie, it's obvious that splitting up is the dumbest thing to do. I'm against it."
Traveler looked unfazed as he
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