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In the dimly lit horizon, a dark red bus stood in the middle of a dry asphalt road. Inside the driver's seat sat a man, his right eye gouged out, his face contorted in pain yet still gasping for breath as he awaited departure.
The bus was empty, but on the side, a group of over ten men and women gathered, standing on the road and waiting for something. Most wore expressions of calm, but several had pale faces, trembling, with wet patches on their pants.
A Mediterranean man in his forties spoke up anxiously, "What are we waiting for? Weren't we summoned into their game world? What are we supposed to do? Are there any rules? How can we get out? Can someone explain what's going on?"
His panic was evident as he raised his voice, trying to mask his fear with anger.
A nonchalant man stood at the front, with slightly long hair tied into a small braid. He frowned and scratched his ear. "What are you shouting about? Are you hoping for someone to die faster?"
"The bus won't leave without a guide. Just wait patiently. Newbies entering Hell Difficulty should consider it lucky if they die early. If I were you, I’d just go ahead and end it myself to avoid suffering."
The Mediterranean man's face turned ugly as he suppressed his panic with anger, raising his fist and stepping forward. "What nonsense are you spouting? Just because you're a veteran player doesn't mean you can act like this!"
Fearing that the man might cause trouble and disrupt their situation, someone in the crowd kicked him, and he crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain without anyone showing sympathy.
This world had long ceased to be normal. It was unclear when it began, but it had been shrouded in strangeness; anyone chosen would be summoned into the Weirdos' game world and become a traveler.
In the realm where Weirdos existed, they became prey to be hunted and toyed with. The selection process was random and unpredictable, entirely dependent on bizarre whims.
However, there were ways to clear the games; they weren't just aimlessly wandering around. Each game had guides leading the way.
There were always a few who could survive and clear the games, earning strange rewards—some defensive, some offensive—far beyond human capabilities. Those with more survival experience were called veteran players and typically entered higher difficulty games.
Currently, they were facing a Hell Level game. Many of the veteran players present were familiar faces listed on various countries' clearance leaderboards; although they didn't know each other personally, they recognized each other's names.
But no matter how difficult an Eerie Game was, newcomers would always be brought in; their mortality rate was predictable. It could only be said that survival in the first game depended entirely on luck.
As someone was dealt with harshly, the anxious atmosphere was suppressed; the newcomers dared not show their panic and each suppressed their emotions tightly.
Time ticked by slowly without any sign of a guide arriving; even veteran players began to show signs of surprise.
This shouldn't be happening.
It was unusual for a guide to be late; this was the first time encountering such a situation.
The man who had mocked the Mediterranean man earlier—the one with the small braid—named Jiang Bai—began chatting with those around him.
"Song Huai, it's like we fought our way out together in the last game. Let's continue our alliance, shall we? Do you think the tour guide overslept and forgot about us?"
Beside him, a handsome man dressed in casual gray attire, looking like he had just stepped off a modeling exhibition, chuckled softly. "Maybe."
That smile was something else; even Jiang Bai found himself momentarily distracted.
With his mixed heritage, his features were strikingly chiseled, his lips curved upward with a hint of mischief, and his blue eyes sparkled with amusement, reminiscent of waves dancing in the ocean, crashing into the hearts of those with ulterior motives.
"Uh, maybe you should stop smiling. I don't want to be turned," came the hesitant remark.
Just then, everyone turned their attention to the distance where a slender figure appeared abruptly, looking somewhat disheveled. The figure flickered in and out of sight, each time reemerging closer to them.
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