After completing the bizarre game, the world experienced a global resurgence of strange occurrences.

"Villa in Greenland Villa District, five bedrooms, three living rooms, four bathrooms, monthly rent 200, no deposit required, move-in ready!"

With such a cheap rent, anyone would suspect something was amiss.

But Chen Zhuo was fearless. Whether it was a haunted house or a haunted house, it was nothing compared to his experiences over the past few years.

With that in mind, Chen Zhuo told the landlord that he was going to the villa area to discuss the specifics of renting the house with him in person.

The hospital was far from the villa area and passed through the bustling city center. Since he couldn't catch the last bus, Chen Zhuo had no choice but to take a taxi.

After carefully comparing prices, Chen Zhuo chose a taxi.

"Your order has been accepted. License plate number: Gan AXXXXX, vehicle type: XXXXXX. Driver Wang is 2 kilometers away from you, estimated time 8 minutes."

While waiting, Chen Zhuo took out a piece of milk candy, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

The milky aroma spread in his mouth, and although Chen Zhuo had a smile on his face, there was an indescribable sadness.

"Your vehicle is arriving soon, please wait on the side of the road!!!"

"Hmm?" Chen Zhuo frowned slightly, then relaxed.

The two voice broadcasts were so close together that the candy in my mouth hadn't even fully dissolved yet.

"Your vehicle has arrived, please get in!"

As the announcement sounded, a slightly old taxi slowly pulled up in front of Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo's ears twitched slightly, and then, just like an ordinary person, he walked straight to the taxi.

After those years of training, his senses became extremely sharp, and after he went blind, they were enhanced several times over.

"Excuse me, are you Master Wang?"

Chen Zhuo was met with a long silence.

Just as Chen Zhuo thought he had taken the wrong car and was about to back away, the driver suddenly spoke, his tone rather stiff, like a broken radio.

"No...yes, my surname is...Jiang! Are you the passenger whose mobile phone number ends in...12XX?"

Upon hearing the last four digits of his phone number, Chen Zhuo pondered for a moment, then calmly handed the phone to the driver: "Who is this Mr. Wang on the other end?"

"He resigned a few days ago. I was just transferred here as a driver. Because his resignation was rather sudden, the information hasn't been removed yet."

Chen Zhuo seemed to accept this reason and turned to walk towards the back door.

Just as he reached out to open the car door, he heard the driver say intermittently, "That door... is broken, open the other... door!"

"Okay." Chen Zhuo, holding his white cane, slowly walked towards the car door closest to the road.

Meanwhile, the driver, Jiang, sat inside the car, staring intently at Chen Zhuo in the rearview mirror, showing no intention of getting out to help.

A moment later, the car door opened, and Chen Zhuo sat steadily in the back seat, placing the white cane wrapped in bandages horizontally on his lap.

"We are about to depart. Please... hold on tight to the handrail."

Night had fallen, and only a few lights shone through the car windows into the cabin.

This made the driver's eyes, as he looked in the rearview mirror, even more unfathomable.

Chen Zhuo nodded in acknowledgment, but instead of raising his hand to grasp the handrail, he gripped the white cane even tighter.

The taxi slowly started moving, changing its route as the navigation system announced its directions.

Chen Zhuo, sitting in the back seat, lowered his head slightly, a pocket watch appearing in his hand at some point.

Hey!

The pocket watch was opened, revealing its true contents.

The glass on the dial was already shattered, and the hands were forever stuck at a certain moment, just as he could never escape that day.

Chen Zhuo's fingertips traced the back of the watch cover, where there was a group photo of six people, and the person in the very center was Chen Zhuo himself.

Strangely, the person on the far right of the group photo seems to have been added later.

"Brother Shi, don't worry. Now that I'm back, I will definitely find your relatives and do my best to take care of them."

Everyone assumed that the large-scale disappearance case five years ago was orchestrated by some terrorist organization, involved in some illegal activities.

But only Chen Zhuo, one of the parties involved, knows what exactly happened five years ago!

Five years ago, a large-scale missing persons case occurred, which Chen Zhuo believed was related to his father, who had been missing for many years.

So he went to his father's studio, intending to look for any new clues.

By a twist of fate, I found an invitation from a bizarre game!

The moment he opened the invitation, a voice appeared in his mind.

Welcome to the bizarre survival game!

[To match you with the initial instance]

[Dungeon countdown begins, player Chen Zhuo, please prepare!!!]

[10, 9... 1!]

[The instance has officially begun. We wish you a pleasant gaming experience. This bizarre game is with you!]

Chen Zhuo immediately realized something was wrong, but it was too late; the scene before him had become unfamiliar.

He entered the so-called instance and met new and old players who had also entered the instance, including the missing person mentioned in the news reports.

At this moment, Chen Zhuo fully understood that these people had not gone missing, but had entered a bizarre game.

Now, I've become one of those people.

Fortunately, Chen Zhuo's father was a horror game designer. Growing up surrounded by horror games not only made him almost lose his fear, but also cultivated his thinking ability.

This allowed him to pass the dungeon without any major incidents and meet Shi Yi and his friends.

Among them, the six people in the photo are the ones he trusts the most.

Later, Shi Yi told me that to return to the real world, I need to complete at least a thousand dungeons!

Since then, Chen Zhuo has embarked on his gaming career, constantly teetering on the brink of life and death.

Finally, in the fourth year of the game, I completed the thousandth dungeon and obtained the ticket to the final dungeon.

But this ticket to the event became the beginning of the most desperate moment of his life.

The sky was blood-red, corpses littered the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.

Chen Zhuo lay in a pool of blood, blood gushing from his dark, hollow eyes. A cold, mechanical voice seemed to mock his incompetence.

[Congratulations to player Chen Zhuo! By stepping over the corpses and wading through the blood of his teammates, he completed the dungeon quest: severely damaging the final dungeon boss, becoming the sole player to clear the bizarre game!]

[Final dungeon rewards are now being distributed – back to reality!]

Thank you for your continued support of this game!

He did succeed; he was able to return to the reality he had always dreamed of.

But the price was too heavy for him to bear.

"Chen Zhuo, the team is counting on you from now on!"

"Chen Zhuo, this is my choice. Don't blame yourself. Live well!"

"Chen Zhuo, you guys go quickly, I'll hold out here!"

……

"Chen Zhuo, at least one of us must survive and carry our wishes back to the real world!"

Recalling everything that had happened, Chen Zhuo felt as if countless needles were piercing his heart, causing him pain so intense that he was almost speechless.

Without them, I wouldn't be able to return to the real world.

He may never meet the final boss of the dungeon again in his life, and be unable to kill him to avenge them.

Therefore, Chen Zhuo plans to find their relatives and take good care of them after things settle down.

Putting the pocket watch away, Chen Zhuo composed himself, his expression gradually becoming serious for some reason.