Bizarre Survival: Starting from the Fake Human Community

The countdown reached zero, and a flash of white light passed by.

"Holy crap, my back!" She was sprawled on the sofa, but landed in a dramatic, flat-bottomed position. "Another lousy place like this? Last time it was an apartment, this time it's a small town, next time are they going to throw me into a public toilet?"

Su Ming grimaced in pain, mentally cursing the ancestors of the mastermind behind the game.

He was still reminiscing about the hand he couldn't hold when he ended up doing this.

If he could rate a game, he would definitely give it zero points, no, negative points, just like giving the game "Three Kingdoms Kill" a 6-star rating!

He can't bring anything from the real world in; as far as he knows, he can only take cursed items from the game. Of course, he can't use a phone—what's the point if he can't even bring one in?

However, the player panel still pops up on its own.

[Current Game Dungeon: Deadly Town]

[Completion Requirements: Reveal the truth about the town and survive for seven days]

[Wish you die soon]

Su Ming shook his head, ignoring the old actor's panel. Reveal the truth about the town? I don't even want to reveal the truth about how much my mortgage is due.

"As expected, Maruko didn't come along?" He gave a wry smile. Maruko's jinx had come true once again. But this also proved one thing: the player pool should be independent.

The last time we were able to be together was probably because we were too close in real life or for some other reason. I just don't know what the criteria for being chosen are.

After clearing his mind, Su Ming looked around. A dilapidated dirt road led to a small town not far away, and five people were standing by the roadside, their expressions ranging from bewildered to calm.

"It seems these are our teammates for this trip."

Su Ming patted the dirt off his clothes and walked towards them.

He got closer and then he could see what each person looked like.

A middle-aged man with a cigarette dangling from his lips leaned against a road sign, his gaze steady, but with a hint of scrutiny as he swept over.

A fat man wearing a wrinkled Brazilian suit and with greasy hair was squatting on the ground next to him, holding his head in his hands and muttering to himself.

Further away, a boy in a school uniform huddled by the roadside, his face as white as paper, his whole body trembling.

There was also a woman in her thirties, wearing glasses, carrying what looked like a medical kit, calmly checking the zipper.

The last person leaned against a dead tree, his black hoodie pulled low, completely wrapped up from head to toe, making it impossible to see his expression.

In short, each has its own unique characteristics.

The silence didn't last long before the middle-aged man with the cigarette in his mouth spoke first: "How many times has this happened?"

Su Ming pointed to himself: "Me?"

The middle-aged man exhaled a puff of smoke and nodded familiarly: "Yes, it's you. I thought you looked alright, so I asked you. Oh, look at my memory, getting old is really useless."

"My name is Zhao Weiguo," the old chain smoker, who looked like a seasoned veteran, added his name.

"Su Ming." The other person introduced himself, and Su Ming, without any pretense, gave him face. "This is my second time. Uncle, what about you?"

"Huh?...Cough cough cough!" Zhao Weiguo choked on his smoke, shook his head, and said, "Alright, uncle it is."

He originally thought he would at least be called "elder brother," but time waits for no one.

Kids these days!

"This is the third time, Uncle." He blew another smoke ring and added, "Little newbie." Zhao Weiguo said, also giving Su Ming a sarcastic remark.

Su Ming thought to himself, "Then you should lead the team, instead of just smoking and showing off."

The fat guy squatting next to me suddenly let out a ghostly howl: "I just closed a three-million-dollar deal! How did I end up in this godforsaken place?! I'm so rich!!!"

He stood up and frantically patted the pockets of his clothes, but there was nothing there! His face instantly changed from anger to fear. "No, this isn't right... Where's my phone? What kind of place is this?"

Su Ming was amused and walked over to pat him on the shoulder: "Haha, what a coincidence, I just finished paying off one installment of my mortgage. Tell me, who's worse off, us?"

The fat man glared at him, stubbornly retorting, "You're only making a few bucks? Your Brother Qian makes millions in a minute!"

"I bet you owe millions! And my money was earned by working like a slave. Is yours?"

"How did you know? Forget it, I can't be bothered with a peasant like you!" The fat man was sarcastic, but his hands were trembling and his eyes kept darting around, clearly panicked.

The boy in school uniform huddled by the roadside, his voice trembling.

"Where am I... I have a mock exam tomorrow... What should I do..." she said, her eyes reddening.

Su Ming walked over, squatted down, and looked him in the eye.

"Don't be afraid, big brother will protect you. The protection fee is a bottle of cola a day."

"I don't have any Coke..." Xiao He replied subconsciously, her voice trembling with tears.

He still doesn't understand why he was doing his homework when he opened his eyes and found himself in this weird place, and met such a group of strange people.

"Then I'll leave it at that. You can't pay it back anyway." Su Ming smacked his lips. It was a pity he couldn't bring his sugary drink into the world, otherwise he could be a happy couch potato in this weird world.

The woman wearing glasses remained silent, only looking down at the contents of her medical kit, her movements as calm as if she were performing surgery.

Su Ming shamelessly leaned closer: "Cough cough cough... Doctor, my throat has been bothering me lately, I keep coughing up ashes."

Lin Jing didn't even look up: "Young comrade, I reckon that's a side effect of your last dungeon run. You're beyond saving, take you away."

"Um... Sister, you're really good at chatting."

The last person in the black hoodie remained silent throughout, leaning against the tree like a statue.

Su Ming stared at her for a few seconds: "Hey lady, are you mute or just aloof? If you're aloof, blink."

Ajiu blinked and started interacting with Su Ming.

Su Ming paused for a second: "..."

"You're really cooperating. Fine, you're the boss here, you're in charge."

Zhao Weiguo stubbed out his cigarette, frowned, and glanced around. "Six people. Looks like three newbies and three veterans? Kid, you said this is your second time, so you'd barely qualify as a newbie. This setup..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his tone turned serious. Zhao Weiguo considered himself an experienced person; the thing Lin Jing was carrying was probably a cursed object, just like his cigarettes.

That pretentious ice block, however, seems to hold a lot of secrets. The rest are all greenhorns. But the proportions are still terrifying.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be so many players in the prison!

Qian Baiwan, the fat man whose name literally means "fat man," looked even more displeased upon hearing the word "newbie."

"What newbie or veteran? What nonsense are you talking about? Is this a kidnapping or not? Let me tell you, I know everyone, black and white... If you mess with me, Fatty, you'll regret it!"

"Shut up." Zhao Weiguo glanced at him, his voice not loud, but Qian Baiwan was inexplicably speechless. "If you want to go back alive, then listen to our arrangements."

Xiao He shrank back in fright. Lin Jing pushed up her glasses, her face expressionless. A Jiu remained leaning against the tree, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Su Ming looked around, and just as he was about to say something more, an old man with white hair walked towards the town, his smile as kind as Santa Claus delivering gifts.

"Welcome to our town, travelers from afar. Have a wonderful time!"

The old town mayor led them into town. The group exchanged glances, with Zhao Weiguo taking the lead and the others following in succession.

The streets were impeccably clean, with flowers displayed at the entrance of every house, and residents standing at their doors smiling and waving.

That smile looked warm and friendly, but the more Su Ming looked at it, the more something seemed off.

That's fake, so fake! Your background is obviously fake!

He lowered his voice and said to Zhao Weiguo, "Uncle, this place is too clean, as clean as a showroom."

"Is there a problem?" Zhao Weiguo asked without turning his head.