Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
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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