Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

[Note: Before watching, please refer to the synopsis and read the instructions at the bottom.]

May you who enjoy this book be filled with happiness, good fortune, and peace.

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When Yi Canglan opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the street, still wearing a hospital gown, looking like a pitiful homeless person.

She raised her hand and saw a silver mechanical watch on her wrist. With a light tap, a floating notification popped up in front of her.

[System Prompt: Welcome player [Yi Zanglan] to the Doom Game. Here you will face various dangerous monsters and terrifying creatures. Find their weaknesses, explore the dungeon storyline, complete the main quest, and escape to safety.]

[Player's initial rank: Bronze IV]

This is your first game, please take it seriously. After completing the game, the system will assign a talent rating to determine if you are eligible to unlock your personal skill.

Yes, Yi Zanglan remembered everything completely.

Two hours earlier, she was sitting on the bed, taking her medication under the supervision of a nurse.

As soon as the nurse stepped out, she suddenly felt a loud ringing in her head, as if some strange notification sound had been implanted into her brain.

Then when I opened my eyes again, I was already here.

Doom Game...

Yi Zanglan carefully examined the watch, then clicked a few more times on the interface. Sure enough, a new game notice popped up:

[The beginner dungeon "Escape from Puppet Town" has finished loading.]

[You are a temporary visitor. Strange things have been happening in town lately. Please investigate, find the cause, and solve the problem at its root.]

[Note: Player [Yi Zanglan]'s personal live stream is now live. All players logged into the forum can watch it. The data will be used as a reference for the game's settlement.]

...Why is this being streamed live?

After being confined in the hospital for three years, have I become a bit out of touch with the world?

Yi Zanglan dusted herself off and stood up. Perhaps she had stood up a little too abruptly, because she rubbed her temples.

I hadn't eaten a meal before coming here, and I was starving.

She can't stand being hungry; hunger affects her thinking.

She looked around and confirmed that she was in a small town, not a Chinese town, but a European-style town.

The buildings here are old and dilapidated, as if they haven't been renovated for many years, and they exude a gloomy atmosphere under the moonlight.

It was probably too late; every household had their doors and windows tightly shut, and the streets were so quiet that there wasn't even a dog in sight.

"Ugh."

She didn't know why she was sighing, but as she sighed, the corners of her lips turned up, revealing a slightly pleased smile.

No matter where I am or what I'm doing, I'm finally leaving that stagnant mental hospital.

That's fine, it saves her from having to figure out a solution herself.

Yi Zanglan rolled up his sleeves and looked up.

About 100 meters away from her, there was a two-story building with a red roof and white walls, which stood out in the gray buildings.

It's so conspicuous, it's like an invitation for her to come over.

She quickened her pace and approached, seeing that the door was ajar, and on it painted red paint, a line of English letters was scrawled crookedly:

Please fall asleep quietly.

Please go to sleep quietly.

What is this, a notice from a guesthouse?

Yi Zanglan stood there and listened for a few seconds. He could vaguely hear chatting coming from inside the room, so it seemed there were other players in this game.

She pushed open the door and walked in with light steps.

The room was very clean and tidy, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a soft carpet on the floor, and spotless furniture and appliances. The aroma of baked desserts wafted through the air.

On the elegant dining table in the living room, there were fruits, cakes, hash browns, and even a whole roasted chicken, its skin golden brown and glistening.

Five players, three men and two women, were sitting around a table. When they saw Yi Canglan enter, they immediately stopped talking and turned to look at her.

"Another one, and it's a woman."

The speaker was a young man in a floral shirt, with dyed red hair, an open collar, and a gold chain, exuding the air of a hoodlum.

The short-haired girl wearing glasses next to him said, "There are six chairs in total, so there should be six people. Everyone's here now."

The young man in the floral shirt glanced at Yi Zanglan, his smile somewhat malicious.

"She's quite pretty. Looking at that outfit, did she just come from the hospital?"

Yi Zanglan calmly met his gaze and stated the facts: "Your gold chain is fake."

"Are you crazy?!"

Just as the young man in the floral shirt was about to get angry, the male player on his left grabbed his shoulder. The male player was dressed in all black, with slightly long bangs that covered his eyes, and had a somewhat gloomy demeanor.

"She's sick," he said. "Number 27319, that's a uniform from a mental hospital."

"...Can a mentally ill person even enter a game?"

Before he finished speaking, everyone at the table immediately focused their attention on Yi Zanglan.

The short-haired girl tentatively asked, "Miss, is this your first time playing the game?"

Yi Zanglan did not answer. She sat down at the table, her attention entirely focused on the roast chicken.

It's really well baked. The food the hospital provides for patients is all bland and watery, nothing that smells this good.

I'm hungry, I'm really hungry.

She reached out and tore off a chicken leg, stuffed it into her mouth, and spat out a smooth bone a moment later. Then she tasted a piece of hash brown, chewed and chewed, and picked up the largest piece of strawberry cake.

She ate with such gusto, not even bothering to wipe the cream off her face, completely absorbed and absorbed in the food, silent yet happy.

...Chun Chun is mentally unstable.

The other five confirmed the conclusion: these were the new players who had just been brought over from the mental hospital.

Throwing such a weakling into the game is probably just the system's twisted sense of humor.

Sitting opposite her was a bald, muscular man with thick eyebrows and a square face. His muscles, visible beneath his work vest, were well-defined. His sharp, eagle-like eyes were fixed on Yi Zanglan, as if he were weighing his prey.

"Being mentally ill is good; you're brave and don't know fear."

His tone was meaningful, and the other four exchanged glances, understanding his meaning as well.

Both mentally ill and newcomers, they're perfect for scouting and taking the fall.

With free victims, the survival rate of others can be greatly increased.

This is an unwritten rule in the game.

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The system gives every new player equal exposure opportunities. New players' first game is usually displayed on a rotating basis on the forum to attract players to click and watch.

So Yi Zanglan was unaware that her focus on being a food vlogger had already attracted a lot of curious viewers.

As they passed by, they clicked into her live stream and began discussing it with schadenfreude.

How does the system match players? There's a newbie with a mental illness, and the other five are all veteran players—how can they possibly survive?

Did you see those five people exchanging glances? They probably reached a consensus to use this woman as cannon fodder first.

Still eating there, completely oblivious to the danger. They might as well eat their fill before setting off!

[I just checked their account information. This girl is Bronze IV, a complete noob, while the bald guy is Gold II, he used to be in the top 20 of the Rising Stars list, his attack power is pretty high. Isn't this a complete stomp?]

What a pity, I wonder how horribly he died.

[Haha, I love watching these gruesome killings. Let's place a bet: 500 gold coins, on who will kill her and how she'll die.]

Come on! Place your bets!