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

[System notification: The advanced instance "Hotel Futas" has finished loading.]

This is the resting place of Phthas, the goddess of life. When the goddess returns, the most devout believers will receive her favor.

[Faith in the God of Life: 0]

[Follower [Ling Ye]'s Spirit Value: 75]

In the dead of night, thunder roared and lightning flashed, and torrential rain poured down like a silver river, washing over an abandoned hotel under the sky.

The hotel has four floors and occupies a large area. It seems to be in a European retro style, but over the years, it has been severely eroded by time, and its exterior is dilapidated.

Inside the hotel, the chandeliers cast dim light, and the carpet was covered with a thick layer of dust, indicating that it hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

In the center of the hall stood a pure white statue, faintly gleaming with the luster of jade, a stark contrast to the filthy surroundings.

The statue has long, flowing hair, a serene face, and hands clasped in front of its chest, each palm holding a fruit. It is sculpted with remarkable realism, and even the texture of its dress is exceptionally fine and delicate.

Even more amazing is that no matter what angle you stand at, you can clearly feel that the eyes of the statue are gently gazing at you.

This must be Phtas, the goddess of life; in this game, all players are her followers.

……

Not far away, near the scattered sofas and chairs, sat four men and two women, Ling Ye being one of them.

Everyone entered the hotel soaked in the downpour, and now they're all drenched and busy getting dressed.

However, it is still clear that Ling Ye is alone on one side, while the other five are on the other side, with a clear boundary separating the two sides.

Undoubtedly, these are all Grandmaster players who accepted the kill order and were randomly matched into the game.

Besides clearing the level, their more important task in this round is to compete for the right to kill Ling Ye. After all, whoever kills Ling Ye in the end will get the six million bounty and all the puzzle pieces that Ling Ye possesses.

"What a coincidence! You all look quite familiar. How about we introduce ourselves?"

One of the bald men, with broad shoulders, a thick waist, and strong muscles, had a very classic image, resembling a certain strong male actor nicknamed "The Rock" in real life.

He spoke jokingly, his words like sandpaper polishing the bottom of a pot, hissing and rattling.

"Let me go first, Fang Ao. Regardless of whether you've heard of him or not, please take good care of him within the bureau."

"Liang Danyi." Next to her was a tall, beautiful woman with a striking mixed-race appearance. She had deep-set features and light-colored eyes. Her gaze remained fixed on Ling Ye as she spoke. "I've never been matched with the Wild King in the same game before. I was just trying my luck this time, but who knew I'd be so lucky."

"To get into this game, you have to compete with so many people, of course you're lucky." The man who spoke had dyed silver hair and was fairly handsome with single eyelids, but his tone was really sarcastic. "I bet a lot of people signed up this time, after all, the bounty poster clearly stated that the great jungler can't use his skills in this game, and his status has been nerfed to an epic degree, right? Oh right, my name is Zhao Feirong, Fei as in flying and Rong as in glory."

The curly-haired man next to him, who wore glasses, had higher emotional intelligence and left himself an out before speaking.

"My name is Geng Xian," the curly-haired man said. "Even if a master is weakened, he is still a master. I have always respected the jungler. I came here mainly for a friendly competition. If we really want to settle scores later, I suggest that the jungler find the right person and the right to seek out Captain He, who is willing to pay six million to save your life."

Ling Ye leaned back on the sofa, his eyes lowered as he coldly stared at his watch. He didn't look up at them once, and ignored their nonsense.

Perhaps finding it boring, and to avoid embarrassment, Geng Xian looked away, only to find that there was still one person who hadn't introduced himself.

She was a young woman with a rebellious perm, big eyes, a heart-shaped face, and a hippie-style outfit. She had been staring blankly at Ling Ye, but after hearing this, she belatedly turned around.

"Yu Qing, I... um, I'm fine."

She hesitated, but ultimately said nothing.

At this point, everyone thought there were only six people left in this round, but less than half a minute later, a soft sound was heard at the hotel door, followed by light footsteps.

Almost at the same moment, Ling Ye, who had been silent, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look—

Yi Zanglan, wearing a light blue windbreaker, entered the room, shivering in the cold wind. She lifted her hat, casually took off her coat, and shook off the water. Her hair was dry and perfectly styled.

Wow, Yunxi made a good purchase with these team uniforms. I never thought they'd come in handy after the bonus tournament.

She looked around to get a general idea of ​​the surroundings, then gazed at the pure white statue in the center of the hall.

The next second, she took out a handful of purple, unidentified wildflowers that she had just pulled from a muddy puddle by the roadside, and placed one of them at the feet of the statue.

She greeted the group of players with enthusiasm and cheerfulness, walking over to offer them flowers.

"Nice to meet you all, my name is Lanlan."

"..."

The flower stems were covered in damp mud, and several male players casually threw them away, but out of politeness, the two female players kept them in their hands.

Zhao Feirong frowned: "Who are you? You look unfamiliar."

Yi Zanglan replied with a smile, "There are so many people in the world, how could you possibly know them all?"

"...What kind of clothes are you wearing?"

"Liushan Anding Hospital uniform, number 27319," Yi Zanglan said, suddenly straightening her head and chest, raising her hand in a salute. "Our director said I'm a model worker in the hospital, a role model for the patients!"

"Holy crap!" Zhao Feirong was startled by her, looking at the others with suspicion and confusion, asking, "Where did this lunatic come from?"

No one else could answer the question, so out of curiosity, Liang Danyi asked one more question.

"Then how did you get in? What are you doing here?"

"What are we doing?" Yi Zanglan pointed at Ling Ye, who was sitting there, with a righteous indignation. "Come in and kill him, aren't we all going to do the same thing?"

"..."

* * * * * *

In this game, Yi Zanglan did not open the live stream room, but enabled the team viewing permission and set the screen to turn off automatically during non-mission periods.

Originally, they didn't plan to let anyone watch the game, but Yan Zhao and Tang Yunxi kept arguing, and Shen Yubai tried to persuade them back and forth, so they had to make a compromise and let them watch online, even though they couldn't join in.

So now, this live stream room is like the Black Wind Village's chat group.

[Yan Zhao]: Damn, they're all familiar faces. As expected, the jungler's luck isn't great; the random matchmaking always seems to involve skilled players.

[Su Su]: (Raises hand to ask a question.jpg) Don't all Grandmaster players have some tricks up their sleeves?

[Yan Zhao]: Not necessarily. There are always players who slack off at every level.

[Qin Shaoyu]: I suspect you're alluding to me.

[Wu Ying]: The bald guy surnamed Fang seems to be very strong. I also remember the bespectacled, curly-haired man; his name appeared on the forum.

[Yan Zhao]: The problem is, it's useless for us to remember. Our captain never reads the forums and is too lazy to study other people's live streams. I told her, but she doesn't remember.

[Jiang Ling]: What should we do then? Knowing your enemy is crucial for victory, but the captain knows nothing about these guys.

[Tang Yunxi]: It's alright, don't worry, the captain has a way to handle it.

[Shen Yubai]: If all else fails, the jungler must know these people, right? He can explain it to the captain.

[Qin Shaoyu]: Comrades, this scene is all too familiar. The stage is set up, and our team leader is about to start her performance again. (Thumbs up.jpg)

[Wu Ying]: No offense intended, but is she always this eccentric? She even wore a hospital gown?

[Tang Yunxi]: Not really, it depends on her mood. (Hehe, showing teeth.jpg)

[Wu Ying]: She came in first place in venue number 8 of the bonus tournament and has connections with the jungler, so her fame has already spread. What if these people recognize her?

[Yan Zhao]: With so few players in the Doomsday Game, and the livestream not being replayable, most people are only vaguely familiar with each player; it's difficult to know anything about any particular player. Even if they recognize Lanlan, judging from her mental state, they'll definitely be wary.

[Jiang Ling]: Why?

[Yan Zhao]: Because the madwoman is uncontrollable, and high-level dungeons are extremely sensitive, what if she goes berserk and drags everyone down with her? This is a plan, betting on their cautious and suspicious nature.

[Tang Yunxi]: The second-in-command is right.

[Shen Yubai]: The second-in-command is right.

[Jiang Ling]: The second-in-command is right... Wait, why did the scene go blank? The captain and the wild king went into the room, and then what? Is there anything we can't see?!

[Shen Yubai]: The team leader values ​​privacy and has set the screen to automatically turn off during non-mission periods. He usually doesn't stream when he goes to his room to rest.

[Qin Shaoyu]: It's alright, everyone stay put. My previous team did this too. If the new mechanism is activated at night, the screen will return to normal when players encounter story events or missions.

[Su Su]: Oh, let's not sleep tonight, let's buy some braised duck necks and beer and wait, don't miss Captain's heroic figure. @Li Siqi]