Tang Xin died, and his soul traveled into terrifying worlds and completed various arduous tasks.
The price of mission failure is death.
Tang Xin himself said it didn't matter, since he had already died once, and it wouldn't be a big deal if he died again.
When she saw her innocent roommate being killed by a demon, with his eyes torn and bloody, Tang Xin's fragile little heart was hit hard, and she immediately vomited on the floor.
She suddenly felt like she was not good enough.
"... Missions or something, why don't you do it reluctantly?"
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Mission 1: Survive for 72 hours——
Tang Xin spread her hands: This is not simple, isn't it just a three-day struggle?
On the first day, she almost choked to death while cooking.
The next day, she was inexplicably locked into the bathroom. Scarlet blood gushes out of the mirror like a fountain, fills the ground, and then rises straight up, almost covering her head.
Tang Xin cried out as she collapsed, could she really survive the third day like this?
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——Here, everything is unknown.
Tang Xin only knew that she had to work hard to survive; luckily, she was not fighting alone.
Intention: Continuous self-improvement