I'm the only player

Chapter 2 [Oh no, I've become a clown! ]

He Sheng looked at the pig's head and was a little dazed.

"The kindness of the abyss?"

If he remembered correctly, these five words came from the most popular VR game in the world before he traveled through time. The main plot was that players formed teams to go through dungeons and pass through one mysterious and strange world after another.

Many players make fun of "The Kindness of the Abyss" every day, causing these five words to break out of the circle and become a famous meme in the gaming industry. It is hard not to know about it.

He had never played the game, but he had seen many game streamers’ slices and clearance guides while watching short videos. Unfortunately, he had never watched the game from beginning to end, and only had the most basic understanding.

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If I had known earlier, the cheat code for time travel would be the Abyss game copy. I should have studied with my phone 24 hours a day, even without eating!
"By the way, why don't I have an attribute panel?"

Is there a delay?
"Never mind, let's go in and take a look first before we talk about anything else."

As for whether there is life-threatening danger in the copy, it is not important.

Whether there is or not, his current living environment does not allow for any hesitation.

Yes, die.

No chance to survive!
No, no, no, no, not just surviving, but even thriving.

With determination, he touched the door with both hands and pushed hard.

Accompanied by a clicking sound similar to the turning of gears, he stepped into the endless dark shadow inside the door.

The next second, a feeling of weightlessness and falling arose spontaneously.

It comes quickly and goes even faster.

[The mission begins. I wish you a happy game. ]

A low moaning sound like that of a succubus came to my ears.

He Sheng opened his eyes, and in the afterglow of the sun, a small town that looked extremely dilapidated came into view.

The houses on both sides of the street seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. There was no prosperity and vitality as imagined, only desolation and silence. The fiery red sunset shone on the empty street, spreading a dark red color like blood.

From time to time, the sounds of birds and insects could be heard in the distance, but there was not a single human voice, which made it seem particularly desolate.

He lowered his head and found that the clothes he was wearing were still the tattered linen shirt.

"My real body, I need to be careful."

A gust of cold wind blew by, making him shiver.

For some reason, I always felt a chilly atmosphere covering the entire town, and the blood-red streets paved by the afterglow of the setting sun gave me an inexplicable fear. It seemed that something unspeakable was lurking in the town.

[You are now playing the role of a detective. Because of the mayor, the townspeople are willing to provide you with some help. ]

A line of information appeared out of thin air before my eyes.

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He looked around the town again, feeling a populist depression in his heart that he couldn't express.

Game Master, look for yourself, where are the townsfolk?
[The first missing person in the town is Liu the vegetable seller. You may go to his home to search, or directly ask his wife and relatives to get more clues.]

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Silence, silence, silence, deafening silence.

If there were people on the street, he could ask around. As a detective personally invited by the mayor, no one would refuse to answer. Maybe there would be some kind-hearted townspeople who would take him to the home of Liu, the vegetable vendor.

But, there is no one!
"I finally got a golden finger, but it's a defective one."

He finally understood. It seemed that he only had the copy framework of the Abyss game, without any NPC or panel.

"Forget it, it's good to have it. Why do I need a motorcycle? I don't believe that without Zhang the Butcher, I have to eat pork with hair on it."

At worst, we can search house to house.

Immediately, he turned around and walked towards the nearest house, his steps were very unsteady.

He walked to the door in three or two steps, reached out and pushed it open, and the scene in front of him suddenly lit up.

The inside of the house was completely different from the shabby outside. It was clean and tidy. After searching around, no trace of anyone was found. In addition, there were several pieces of bacon hanging on the beams and fine rice in the rice jar. I guess it was because of the game world, otherwise where would such a sumptuous meal come from.

"There is always a way out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't care about the sweat on his forehead and quickly got busy, lighting the fire and cooking.

Exposing traces?

It doesn't matter. Even if he dies, he would rather die with a full stomach. A hungry stomach won't allow him to have too many worries.

Moreover, in the game dungeon world, he was 99% sure that he could be resurrected even if he died. Otherwise, it would not conform to the rules.

If a player’s character dies and his account is immediately banned, who would still play the game?

Besides, in his current state, if he didn't eat enough, he would not have the strength to resist if he really ran into the mastermind behind the disappearance of the townspeople. It would be like a package delivered to your door, which could be opened at will.

After a while, a sumptuous dinner was placed on the table.

In just over ten minutes, I wolfed down a pot of rice and a piece of bacon. Sitting on the chair, I felt the long-lost feeling of fullness, and felt so happy that I wanted to cry.

"Comfortable."

"If nothing else, this meal alone is worth the next trip to the dungeon."

In the outside Qinghe Town, if you want to eat steamed buns made of fine flour and a plate of bacon, you have to be a person at the management level in the town's pharmacy, caravan, blacksmith, fish stall, etc.

For those below the rank of steward, it was enough to fill their stomachs. Even hunters who went up the mountain to hunt could only have a meal of refined rice, refined flour and meat occasionally.

If the mountain is blocked by heavy snow, there will be fewer prey.

Haha, there are hunters who starve to death.

"Tap tap tap tap tap"

Outside the house, footsteps were heard.

He Sheng stood up, picked up the kitchen knife that had been on the table, and stepped back. He had opened the window behind him before cooking, so he only needed three steps to reach the window. He could just flip it open and leave.

Hehe, you are as smart as me.

After having a good meal and a good drink, he felt somewhat confident. If he can't beat me, can't he run away from me?
The next second, just as he approached the window and had not yet climbed out, the wooden door shattered with a loud bang.

Amid the flying sawdust, a man who was two and a half meters tall and had broad shoulders and a strong waist appeared. He was wearing an apron made of some unknown leather, which was covered with black scabs.

He held an iron hook in his left hand and a large, exaggerated-looking machete in his right hand. He then lowered his head and looked at the exquisite and small kitchen knife in his hand.

It's broken, I've become a clown.

What is even more shocking is that the uninvited guest clearly has a human body, but on his neck is a huge pig head full of fangs.

There was a blood-red light in the pig's eyes, which was chilling.

It kept its right foot raised to kick the door, and it was obvious that the door that collapsed was shattered by a single kick.

He Sheng just felt his mouth dry. He had touched that thing before. It was made entirely of unknown wood. Its hardness and weight were no less than the steel doors in the modern world.

The result: a kick!
Just one kick to break it.

Not to mention before having a full meal, even after having a full meal, I still can't do it.

run!
In a flash, he was about to turn around and climb out the window.

The next second, the whole person suddenly felt a huge oppressive force coming down, which instantly made him stand still in the same place, motionless.

Then, Pighead took big steps forward. He covered the distance that an ordinary person would take seven or eight steps to reach in just three steps.

Then, in front of his horrified eyes, he raised the huge machete.

"Pfft-"

The world was spinning, and in sight, a headless body with a column of blood spurting out of its cavity several meters high fell to the ground with a bang.

Before he died, there was only one sentence in his mind.

“Looks so familiar!”

(End of this chapter)