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The End of the Line of Death
墨書 Inktalez
This is Youjin's first day at work.
At eight in the morning, he walked out of the budget hotel where he had been staying for almost a week. He looked up at the misty sky and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. The bustling metropolis he had once yearned for had now completely shed its illusory facade, revealing its cruel essence. Just the task of finding a place to rent had left him exhausted.
The light rain is gently falling.
Yu Jin lowered her head and gloomily went back to her room to get an umbrella. She imitated the hurried white-collar workers and went to the convenience store across the street to buy a cup of iced Americano. In a daze, she signed up for a coffee monthly card with the gentle words of the service staff, and then joined the surging crowd into the subway entrance.
Yu Jin The glamorous career women in my imagination are not active on the subway. Here, there are only faces filled with exhaustion and numbness.
The air is filled with a pungent "human smell." Some people have packed buns, some have just eaten garlic, and some haven't washed their hair for a week. People are tightly packed together, like a surging school of sardines.
"Ding dong, ding dong—" The subway roared into the station.
Yu Jin felt dizzy and overwhelmed as she was squeezed into a corner near the door of the train car. She took a few big sips of her wet, dripping iced Americano and finally felt a bit refreshed.
He raised his head to try to breathe some fresh air above, and saw the man on the other side of the human wall by the retractable gate.
He stood tall, estimated to be over 1.85 meters in height, with fair skin, neatly groomed hair, and a stunning profile. The smooth neck line passed through the prominent Adam's apple and disappeared into the collar.
You look handsome. Yu Jin My eyes lit up, as if this hazy morning had suddenly become something worth being happy about.
The handsome guy seemed to notice Yu Jin's gaze and even raised his eyebrows at him.
Yu Jin Suddenly nervous, couldn't help but stand up straight - he noticed me looking at him... Is he smiling at me?
The little deer in my heart jumped lightly, thump -
Yu Jin's head hit the car door window.
Before feeling embarrassed, a louder noise exploded in everyone's ears, and the car began to shake terrifyingly, causing many people without seats to fall to the ground.
"What's going on..."
"Is it an earthquake?"
"Woo... Wow! Mom—"
The passengers looked at each other in panic and bewilderment. Everyone had the same look of confusion and panic in their eyes. No one knew what had happened, and no one knew what to do.
It may have been a minute, or it may have been only ten seconds—the rocking of the carriage suddenly intensified—time stretched out endlessly, the desperate passengers, the terrified expressions, everything was frozen in Youjin's eyes, in his ears, he only heard his own pounding heartbeat, thump, thump, thump.
The train derailed.
The crowded crowd was slammed hard against one side of the carriage, and Youjin was crushed at the bottom.
The oxygen below was very thin, and a huge sense of suffocation quickly took over the brain. His lungs were immediately squeezed to the limit, and Youjin even felt like his ribs were about to break. He uncomfortably wanted to use his hands to push away the heavy crowd, but he had no space to move his hands.
After that intense discomfort passed, Yu Jin felt cold. It was a bone-chilling cold that started from the tips of his limbs, draining all the warmth from his body—colder than an iced Americano. His mind quickly became unable to function.
Am I going to die...
In the midst of a hazy consciousness, a sweet female voice sounded in my ears—
City B Subway Line 1 update program initiated, underground palace Instance dungeon accessing...
Strange broadcast... Yu Jin didn't have the strength to think anymore, and his eyes rolled back as he sank into endless darkness.
When he woke up again, he was lying in the cold subway tunnel.
Yu Jin Slowly getting up, feeling the limbs regaining strength, the body gradually returning to its optimal state. If it weren't for the shattered coat, he might have even considered the terrifying accident just now as a dream.
Behind him was a horrifying train car, the steel and iron giant now shattered into a pitiful pile of iron pieces. The ground was dotted with heart-wrenching deep red bloodstains.
The ground ahead cracked open into a huge crevice, and the pale emergency lights shone down from above the tunnel, still unable to illuminate the collapsed bottom.
He looked around and saw about twenty or so people scattered around the deep pit. As more and more people regained consciousness, the sweet female voice appeared again: "City B subway Line 1 update complete, underground palace instance dungeon open. Current participants: 48, promoted participants: 0/10."
This time Yu Jin can be sure that the sound did not come from the radio, but directly from his brain.
The crowd stirred, obviously everyone heard the sound.
Instance dungeon?
Yu Jin A moment of confusion, is this a Real-life game on site?
It's as if afraid that someone might not hear, the female voice rang out again: "City B subway Line 1 update complete, underground palace instance dungeon open. Current participants 48, promoted participants: 0/10."
A sparse murmur of complaints erupted from the crowd, whether it was accusing the vague female voice or worrying about the precarious situation.
It is now deep winter, and the severe cold is becoming their greatest enemy.
He silently observed the crowd, thinking to himself, "There are only twenty-something people here. Are the rest of the people all at the bottom of the pit?"
If you want to promote 10 people... the competition seems to be very intense.
Yu Jin Standing dumbly on the edge of the collapse, his mind is in a mess. Sometimes he wonders when the fire brigade will come to rescue them, and sometimes he wonders if everyone is already dead. This is actually a pre-death illusion.
A refreshing scent wafted through the air, causing Yu Jin to turn his head in surprise—only to see a handsome guy standing calmly next to him on the subway. "Stop daydreaming, it's about to start."
What is about to start?
Yu Jin couldn't speak for a moment.
It seemed like he could understand Yu Jin 's thoughts, and the handsome guy added, "The game is about to begin."
He stretched his body lightly, with movements as smooth as flowing clouds. Like performing a magic trick, he effortlessly took out a set of metallic folding sticks from his lower back, and with nimble fingers, assembled them into a silver-gray long stick in just a few moves. He appeared completely at ease, as if the current situation was of no concern to him.
Youjin couldn't help but muster up the courage and boldly asked, "Can I team up with you, handsome?"
"No, you can't." The handsome guy moved his wrist and skillfully twirled the stick in a beautiful pattern.
Ah, his voice is very pleasant, and his tone is quite gentle... Yu Jin Wait, no?
He stood there dumbfounded, watching the handsome guy smiling as he gracefully leaped over him and jumped into the deep pit.
This leap was like throwing a Shi Tau into water, causing ripples to spread out. People started discussing things like "dungeons," "games," and "leveling up" as if they were a swarm of startled ants.
"...So we have to go in," a thin, bespectacled guy stood at the edge of the deep pit, tirelessly explaining to the few people behind him, "It's like entering an Instance dungeon, we should be in a space outside of reality now. We can only clear the Instance dungeon by leveling up and defeating monsters, to escape from here and return to the real world."
"Hasn't anyone noticed that none of us are injured? Because this isn't the real world," he pointed at the shattered subway car, saying with a heavy heart, "Our situation in the real world is not optimistic. If we don't level up, it's very likely that we'll die for real."
"This is a chance to escape from death!"
There was a huge wind coming from the underground passage, as if a fierce beast was roaring in response from the depths. The man with glasses trembled in fear, but managed to barely steady himself.
"The old man lost his horse, but who knows if it may not turn out for the best!" He raised his voice, trying to rally everyone.
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