Bizarre Survival: Starting from the Fake Human Community

The False King is dead.

[Instance: Clear the Pseudo-Human Community]

[Survivors: Su Ming, Wen Wan, Wang Mang, Chen Chao, Wang Su, Wang Le, a total of 6 people. Zhou Zheng has been confirmed dead.]

[Teleportation countdown: 10 seconds.]

10……9……8……7……6……5……4……3……2……1

A white light began to flash, enveloping the remaining players. Wen Wan silently grasped Su Ming's hand, their fingers intertwined.

In the last second before the teleportation, Su Ming glanced down at Li Mo's corpse. To be precise, it was a corpse with Zhou Zheng's face on it.

That face was smiling. It seemed to be mocking everyone who remained. Even after death had frozen everything in time, that face continued to toy with the others.

A chill ran through Su Ming, but he didn't have time to think about it.

The white light mercilessly swallowed everything, leaving them no trace in this world.

Like the feeling of weightlessness in an elevator, Su Ming and Wen Wan were back in their original house in no time.

Only a short while had passed in reality. The water on the table was still warm. The flow rates in the two worlds were different.

Wen Wan released Su Ming's hand and noticed that both of their palms were sweaty. She forced a weak smile and said, "We're back."

Su Ming didn't speak. He walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked at the familiar city night view outside. There were still traces of his late-night work on the table.

Everything felt so familiar, yet so strange. Just a few days had passed, but it felt like countless years had gone by.

"Su Ming?" Wen Wan walked over and gently touched his arm from behind. "What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking about his last words."

Su Ming said, "You never know what awaits you after you clear the game. Is he just scaring us, or is he serious?"

There must be some secret behind this survival game, but he knows too little about it right now. Nothing seems to connect; the more unknown it is, the more fascinating it becomes.

Wen Wan was silent for a moment, then said, "Whether it's true or not, we're still alive."

"I just feel that being alive is enough." Her voice was soft, but firm.

Su Ming turned to look at her. There were still tear stains in Wen Wan's eyes, but her gaze no longer held the fear she had shown in the underground parking garage.

"Then why did you stand up just now?" Su Ming asked, exasperated. "Choosing to die yourself, you've got guts, are you out of your mind?"

She seemed surprised that Su Ming would speak to her like that, but she also felt his concern.

Wen Wan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Didn't you step forward too?"

"But I'm a man."

"What's wrong with men? Are men so great? So women have to hide in the background? Don't look down on us women!"

Su Ming was speechless for a moment, and finally managed to say, "Anyway, you're not allowed to do that again."

"And you're one to talk! You're not allowed to either!" Wen Wan looked at him. "No one is allowed to choose to die!"

The two looked at each other, speechless.

Su Ming looked away, walked to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator: "What do you want to eat?"

"Braised pork." Wen Wan followed, "You owe me that."

"Okay." Su Ming tied on his apron. "We'll split the bill."

Wen Wan picked up a cushion and threw it at him: "Get out! It's your treat today!"

"So, weren't you going to treat me to hot pot? What should I say if you're going to treat me?"

"Wow, you're back and you're making me angry! I don't care, I'm going to eat your food and drink your water, I'm sticking with you no matter what!"

Su Ming dodged, and a slight smile finally appeared on his lips.

But that smile didn't reach his eyes. The image of the fake King Li Mo's last smile lingered in his mind.

"What a madman!" Su Ming shook his head, forcing himself to focus on cooking instead of thinking about what had happened before.

Jingle Bell!

Su Ming wiped his hands on his apron, picked up his phone, and turned around to find Wen Wan also holding her phone.

The two exchanged a glance, as if they had thought of the same thing at the same time.

My phone vibrated, and the entire screen was filled with a bunch of text:

[Countdown to next dungeon raid: 71 hours and 39 minutes]

[Copy: Pending confirmation]

[Personnel: Pending Assignment]

The two scrolled through their phones, but couldn't find a "decline" button or even an "exit" option.

Only one line of small print appeared at the very top: "May you die young!"

This was the same wording as the announcement in the first instance. Both of them now understood that this was a mandatory part of the survival game.

Wen Wan wanted to smash her phone, but she raised her hand halfway and then lowered it. Drawing in her notebook was already incredibly difficult; if she smashed her phone, she'd have nothing to use.

She suddenly laughed, a very unpleasant laugh: "Looks like I don't even have the courage to smash a phone!"

Su Ming took the phone and watched the countdown tick by second. The two people's screens were exactly the same.

Su Ming forced a smile and said, "Three more days. Go to work when I need to, paint when I need to. I have to pay off the mortgage, even if it kills me. Who told me to have decades of mortgage debt at such a young age? Tsk tsk tsk, life is getting more and more promising!"

Wen Wan couldn't manage a smile; the atmosphere was heavy. The two simply ate a quick meal and went back to their own lives.

The hot water was gone, so Su Ming went to the kitchen to boil some water and found the unwashed dishes still soaking in the sink. Everything seemed normal, but something was definitely not right.

Wenwan lay on the sofa and opened the drawing software, where she saw the unfinished sketchbook.

She stared at the screen for a long time, then typed, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, the author is temporarily taking a break!" She thought for a moment, then deleted it. Finally, she drew a stick figure holding a kitchen knife and captioned it, "I don't feel like drawing today, please forgive me!"

The two lay on their own beds. Su Ming heard Wen Wan tossing and turning next door, occasionally letting out a short sob. He wanted to get up, but didn't move. He didn't know what to say, and was afraid that if he moved, he would lose control.

As dawn approached, Su Ming heard Wen Wan walk out of her room and sit on the living room floor.

He went outside and found her hugging her easel and crying softly.

Su Ming sat down next to her. Wen Wan said, "Su Jianjian, I dreamt about my mom. In the dream, she asked me how I was doing, and I said I was drawing comics and doing well. I didn't dare tell her that I was almost torn to pieces by the fake man."

Su Ming sighed, "I came from an orphanage, I have no mother to hide it from." He paused, then added, "But I'm also afraid. Afraid of dying in some unknown instance, with no one even to collect my body."

"Wouldn't that be a tragic life?"

Wen Wan leaned on his shoulder: "Then it's settled. If we're going to die, we'll die together. At least someone will collect our bodies."

Su Ming said sternly, "Fine, I have a way! We'll split the bill and collect the body." Wen Wan burst into laughter through her tears, lightly punching him, "Why are we splitting the bill?!"

"You'll take half from me, and then I'll take half from you? That's hilarious!" Wen Wan imagined wildly.

"Fool, you'd be dead by now if you lost half your body! Why don't you dig a hole for me, and I'll dig one for you, then we can take turns lying down, okay?"

"Let's forget about it then, it's too tiring. You dig the hole, I'll shovel the soil, and then we'll jump in. That way it won't be so tiring."

The two sat there leaning against each other, saying nothing more. As dawn approached outside the window, Wen Wan fell asleep, while Su Ming remained motionless, staring at the countdown timer on his phone.

In the early morning, Su Ming carried Wen Wan back to bed. Wen Wan was not heavy, as light as a cat.

He couldn't sleep, so he went downstairs to buy breakfast. Passing by a real estate agency window, he saw that the property prices in his neighborhood had dropped again.

Su Ming said with a wry smile, "Houses have depreciated in value; life isn't even worth as much as a house. Sigh!"

While buying breakfast, Su Ming was still trying to find a way to leak information about the game.

But the words were corrected as soon as they left the mouth, and in the other person's mind, they became content unrelated to the game.

Su Ming then learned that this game was not allowed to be shared among non-players. Just like the Holy Grail War had to be conducted in secret, right?

Back in the rented apartment, Wen Wan was already awake, searching for keywords related to eerie survival games on her phone. There was no information. The game had blocked everything.

Su Ming handed her the soy milk: "Stop investigating. What's meant to happen will happen."

Wen Wan took a sip: "Su Ming, why do you think the game chose us?"

Su Ming thought for a moment:

"Maybe... because we didn't have much to lose in the first place."