In Lin Mo's life, there have never been words such as "fearful", "excited" and "sad".
The aunt at the welfare home said he was a stone, his classmates said he was a monster, and the boss said he was a soulless machine.
Until one day, he was dragged into a trial field full of blood and treachery.
Here, there is a life-seeking evil ghost hidden behind every door, a deadly trap hidden in every rule, and "untrustworthy" is written on everyone's face.
While others were holding his teammates and shaking, he was measuring the dimensions of the room and calculating an escape route;
While others were struggling with whether to save a stranger, he had already bypassed the corpse and obtained the key props;
While others collapsed and screamed at the strange phenomena, he was calmly analyzing their attack patterns.
There is no system or plug-ins. Lin Mo only uses his ever-calm "logic processor" to play alone in this life-threatening game.
Fear? It is excess energy consumption.
Mercy? It is an ineffective interference.
In this trial field that drives everyone crazy, perhaps only a "threadless" alien like him can make it to the end.
"Emotions? That's the most useless thing."
——Lin Mo
