"If you were accidentally transported into a horror game and could only bring one thing with you, what would you bring?"
Bai Jiayu, who has just finished a whole day of classes: Today I am as angry as a ghost.
"Okay."
Huh? What's good?
When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by mountains of plastic prosthetics. In front of him was an ugly BOSS as high as two stories high. In Bai Jiayu's hand, he only had a copy of "Basic Principles of Marxism" that he had not yet put back in his dormitory.
Bai Jiayu: ... The brilliance of Marxism illuminates the whole world!
Ever since, Bai Jiayu used a book to pretend to be an important NPC in the horror game at the beginning, and successfully backstabbed all the players.
Until the clock slowly struck midnight, Bai Jiayu's face, which was originally at home like a fish in water, standing at a high place and facing a group of angry players, gradually became blank.
"So, I have the following three requirements. First... Scrambled eggs with tomatoes dipped in sugar water, rolled in green onions and killed a big cockroach."
Everyone below:?
Bai Jiayu: What am I going to do? Why do their expressions look wrong?
From then on, Bai Jiayu, who realized that his memory would be reset every twelve o'clock, began to live a low-key life and work for monsters in horror games.
A monster opened its bloody mouth to eat him.
Bai Jiayu picked up the brush: I will brush your teeth. There is food between your teeth.
A weird doll giggled at him through tears of blood.
Bai Jiayu picked up the washboard: Don't move yet. If the hem of your skirt is dirty, I'll wash it for you.
A crying-faced baron with missing arms and legs opened his arms to him.
Bai Jiayu put on his glasses: Don't cry, I'll introduce you to someone.
Bai Jiayu, who wakes up every day with no previous memories, is still a little surprised. Why are these monsters getting better and better to him?
Until one day, Bai Jiayu woke up again without any memory and found that he was sleeping in a crystal coffin, his clothes were disheveled, and there was a man wearing nothing sleeping next to him? ?
The man hugged him from behind, his tone full of nostalgia: "I'll let you be the master of this place, don't forget me, okay?"
Later, he discovered that every player here had similar fatal flaws, but everyone had to play the game like a normal person.
The first rule of survival: Don't let others discover your fatal weakness. People are scarier than ghosts.
Purpose: Striving to be a good young man in the new era
