The moment he lost his footing while climbing the mountain and fell into a deep cave, Liao Qingqing thought it was the end—
But when he climbed out of the blood-misted corridor, there was a burning black mark on his wrist:
[On the 15th of every month, you will be forcibly teleported to a random cave copy. Survive to clear the level, or...]
In the twisted rules, caves are hunting grounds for devouring people:
There are century-old mines that hide skinners, mirrored grottoes that can recreate fear, and deep-sea caves that swallow up time...
There are no teammates, no golden fingers, only the instinct of "survive".
She clutched the wooden stick sharpened by the broken rock and stepped out of the bloody copy:
The chains of rules must be torn apart, and the label of "hunted" must be replaced by the nameplate of "predator."
Purpose: Work hard to fight for freedom