No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

The scene before them began to distort, and when their vision cleared again, the group of players found themselves no longer in the messy schoolyard, but in a long, dark Gothic corridor.

The corridor was flanked by tightly closed black wooden doors, with kerosene lamps hanging above them, their light flickering. A cold wind blew in from the end of the corridor, carrying a musty, rusty smell.

Before anyone could react to this sudden turn of events...

Welcome to the Tribal Movement's "Hide and Seek" game.

A line of blood-red text appeared in the sight of all players, and at the same time, the long-lost live streaming system was re-launched.

[Ding-dong—The race-specific livestream is now open. Your every move will be broadcast live to your race.]

This game is a game of national destiny; each of you represents the race behind you.

[Game Rules: Find the hiding place within 3600 seconds. After the countdown ends, the 'ghost' will begin patrolling, and the player found will be eliminated.]

[At the same time, each race has three opportunities to send messages to the player, with a maximum of ten characters per message.]

[Game Penalty: After a player is eliminated, a strange disaster of the same level will randomly descend upon the world of their race.]

[Game Rewards: Surviving players will receive generous rewards, and all members of the race will receive buffs such as increased lifespan and resources.]

[Cheer for your heroes, spectators! Their fate is your fate too. May you die a pleasing death.]

Upon hearing this, all the players' expressions changed.

A game of national destiny?! If they die, will their own race's world suffer?

The placement matches were just about relegation; now it's no longer a simple individual survival game. Behind it all are the lives of hundreds of millions of compatriots.

Meanwhile, the live stream rooms of various races instantly erupted in chaos.

Countless members of their race flooded into the live stream, their emotions a complex mix as they watched the elite representatives of their race on the screen.

You must survive!

Why should we tie our fate to theirs?

[Run! What are you waiting for! There's plenty of time, find somewhere to hide!]

In the corridor, the players finally snapped out of their shock, and their survival instincts spurred them into action immediately.

They began frantically rushing toward the black wooden doors on either side, trying to find a safe place to hide.

Push doors, ram doors, and use various props and skills.

However, the doors seemed to blend into the corridor, and no matter how hard they tried, they remained unmoved.

"No, the door won't open!"

In desperation, some players began to examine the walls, floor tiles, and even tried to crawl into the cracks in the ceiling.

The entire corridor was in complete chaos.

New viewers entering the live stream were also completely bewildered by the scene.

[What's going on? Aren't these all prominent figures in the multiverse server? Why are they acting like a bunch of headless flies?]

That Crown Princess of the Moon Clan is so cool; I feel safest with her.

The audience's eyes were unanimously focused on Yuexi.

At this moment, Yuexi was not as flustered as the others.

She simply stood there quietly, the soft golden light bestowed upon her by Mu Zhixi making her stand out in the dimly lit corridor.

The various races hurriedly began sending messages to the players, and in an instant, all the players subconsciously moved closer to Yuexi's direction.

Yuexi showed no reaction to this. She simply looked up, her gaze seemingly piercing through layers of obstacles, looking towards some unknown direction.

No matter where she was, she felt at ease whenever she thought of Miss Shenming.

Perhaps because it was the first time they had seen this type of live stream, the audience's curiosity was completely piqued, and they began to search for the players to bet on by following the list of players.

The list of contestants is very long, with nearly a thousand people.

When they finally found the contestant "001" who was specially marked by the system at the very top of the list and clicked into her personal live stream.

Everyone was stunned. The tense and exciting hiding scene they had expected did not appear, nor did the dark and gloomy Gothic corridor.

The scene on the screen was bright, spacious, and even had a touch of...warmth?

There sat a goddess-like young lady with white feathers covering her eyes and golden hair flowing like a waterfall, sitting peacefully at a clean desk. There was no countdown timer in front of her, only an exquisite white jade tea set.

At this moment, she was resting her chin on one hand, while playing with a shimmering dragon scale in the other, seemingly lost in thought.

【359】

【358】

A blood-red countdown was ticking in every corner of the live stream.

In the other players' live streams, there was a desperate escape, hysteria, and a suffocating feeling of racing against death.

Meanwhile, in Player One's livestream room... everything was peaceful and serene.

【? ? ? 】

[Did I enter the wrong live stream? What's going on? This isn't BabyBus!]

While everyone else is playing a survival game, Number One is having a tea party?!

Is this reasonable?! Is this fair?!

[Fair? Hey upstairs, look who's standing next to her...]

The audience then noticed that several figures were standing respectfully behind the goddess.

Each one of them had a terrifying SS-level panel on its head.

These final bosses, which could wipe out entire player groups in other dungeons, now resembled the most humble servants, even breathing very softly, as if afraid of disturbing the beings before them.

Mu Zhixi looked at the ancestral dragon scale in her hand, her thoughts drifting.

The scales felt warm and smooth to the touch, reminding her of a small silver snake she had raised in her past life.

The little snake was the same way, always liking to coil around her waist and gently lick her with its cool tongue, being incredibly obedient.

Later, her illness worsened, and the little snake seemed to sense it, clinging to her all day long and refusing to leave. In the end, it even brought all sorts of strange herbs from somewhere and piled them up by her bedside.

Sometimes she wonders if her "little cuties" can really take human form.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain why her house is always spotless, and why there's always a steaming hot meal prepared on the table every time she wakes up, even though she's a lazy, good-for-nothing.

The thought of cooking suddenly sparked Mu Zhixi's interest.

Since I'm basically just sitting around doing nothing, why not... practice my cooking skills?

The goddess's character is one of great love and benevolence, but also one of naivety and detachment from worldly affairs.

It's reasonable for a deity who is unfamiliar with the ways of the world to clumsily learn how to cook out of compassion for humanity; it also fits her compassionate character.

Yes, let's do it that way.

Mu Zhixi made up her mind, put away the dragon scales, cleared her throat, and spoke softly to a proctor beside her in her ethereal and cool voice.

"I've heard Eileen mention that I'd like to... learn how to cook."

"Pfft—" Outside the corridor, a dungeon navigator who was eavesdropping couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Cooking...? Your Majesty... what did you say?

The several S+ level weirdos in the classroom were collectively petrified. Had they misheard? This great being wanted to learn to cook?

The proctor was the first to react, saying, "It's my pleasure to serve you!"

With a wave of its hand, it was not long before two eerie figures came forward carrying a huge tray.

The tray was filled with all sorts of ingredients never heard of or seen before: a "living heart" radiating life, a still-beating "abyss worm," and "flying mushrooms" with wings...

【？？？？？】

[Am I seeing things? She's going to use these things to cook??]

What a waste! That Heart of Life could fetch at least eight figures in Survival Points at an auction house!

This is no longer a game about national destiny; it's a food show, and we are the dish.

While others are fleeing for their lives, she's cooking... Is this the world of the super-rich?

Looking at those strange and unusual ingredients, Mu Zhixi was also a little perplexed. She had only mentioned it casually, but she didn't expect her "colleagues" to be so perceptive.

She picked up a mushroom that was still flapping its wings and, following the example of a cooking show she had watched in her previous life, began to process it with great seriousness.

However, the several S+ level monsters beside him were completely mesmerized, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Your knife skills are so simple and natural, truly masterful!"

"Every cut embodies respect for the life of the ingredients!"

Mu Zhixi listened to the flattery with a blank expression, her hands never stopping.

Meanwhile, in the Gothic corridor, the blood-red countdown had reached zero.

【0】

[Time's up, the ghost has arrived!]

A sharp, mournful roar suddenly rang out from the end of the corridor.

At this moment, Mu Zhixi made up her mind that it was time to let the sword immortal and the elf Eileen make their appearance. She couldn't just let the panel sit there collecting dust!