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

Even after the dispatch order was burned to ashes, Mu Zhixi was still pondering a very serious question.

Six-star dungeon, live stream, simultaneously across the entire network.

She never even knew how to manage a short video account in her past life; her only operational experience was group buying and price-cutting in patient support groups.

Who would have thought that after death, being reassigned to a bizarre world would lead to a second spring in one's career?

Fate's arrangements are truly sinister.

"Your Majesty, the audience for the hunting game is diverse, including living people, fellow humans, and even wandering consciousnesses. If any foolish creature dares to offend you..."

Before the white light faded, the dispatcher's voice came from behind. He paused, then lowered his posture even further, "I hope you enjoy yourself."

Mu Zhixi thought to herself, "Listen to this, is this even human language?"

No, it wasn't a person to begin with.

Unfortunately, the goddess's persona couldn't be compromised, so Mu Zhixi maintained the proper demeanor of the Lord's Eyes and nodded slightly.

A white light engulfed her vision. When she opened her senses again, she found herself standing in front of a door. There was no path around her, and a suspended stone platform beneath her feet.

[Contestant number 1, please enter the venue before the countdown ends.]

[10, 9, 8...]

Mu Zhixi looked down at herself.

The good news is that live streaming traffic has arrived.

The bad news is that her battery is less than 20%.

【5】

Voices could be heard coming from inside the door.

Some people were laughing, some were banging on the table, and a gruff voice cursed impatiently.

"Did Number One pee his pants in fear? He dared to sign up for a six-star dungeon, only to play dead at the last minute?"

Mu Zhixi stopped what she was doing.

Before I even entered the venue, the materials were already being presented to me.

She checked the panel again, looking at the notes on it, and was very satisfied.

Reserved, restrained, but when it comes to something, it can be truly frightening.

【3】

As the countdown drew to a close, Mu Zhixi reached out and pushed open the door.

The lights in the hall were dim, and a round table was placed in the center, with twelve chairs arranged in a circle around it.

Eleven chairs were already occupied, and each chair had a number displayed on its front.

Only the first chair was empty.

The moment the door opened, all eleven people looked over at the same time.

But there was no one behind the door.

The next moment, a person appeared out of nowhere in seat number one.

A few strands of gold hair cascaded down her shoulders, white feathers covered her eyes, she rested one hand on her forehead and the other on the table, her posture relaxed.

From an outsider's perspective, this is a grand finale, a spatial leap, and complete control of the scene.

From Mu Zhixi's perspective.

That was close, I almost lost my footing.

The teleportation system shoved her directly into a chair, and the bizarre system acted like a human for once.

【The door just opened, where is everyone?】

When did she sit down? I didn't even blink!

[White feathers cover my eyes! I! Love! This character model is insane!]

[Number one makes its grand entrance last, the same old routine. Based on my years of experience watching hunting games, it's either ridiculously bad or ridiculously strong.]

[Hey, you call this "cooked food"? What ordinary person can teleport?!]

[Sanctuary Church? New guild? Never heard of them, but I can do it! Angel sister, look at me!]

[Unranked? Hidden class? Dungeon system? Do you think I'm stupid? This is obviously hidden!]

[Not surprising, not surprising at all. This number one sister can teleport, so hiding her stats shouldn't be too difficult for her.]

There weren't many people in the live stream, just over a million.

Although the number of viewers is still rising, the hunting game is essentially a breeding ground for venomous insects. Dozens of games are running at the same time, which severely diverts viewers, resulting in fewer people coming to Mu Zhixi's live stream.

Moreover, each viewer can only follow one contestant and has only one chance to unfollow.

This leads to a very delicate situation: no one dares to easily throw away their precious spot for following someone, because if the person they're following turns out to be just a pretty face, they'll lose a lot of money.

There's only one chance to cancel; if you want to change people again, you'll have to wait until the person you're following dies.

Of course, there is also a small group of viewers with an abnormal mindset who have no intention of paying attention to anyone at all.

They watch the hunting game purely to see a group of people scheming against each other, killing one another, and lowering the moral standards.

The comments section was also filled with messages like: "Don't follow, don't follow, let's wait and see."

[I bet number one won't survive the first night. What's the use of being good-looking? Six-star characters aren't meant to be pretty faces.]

Even though the upstairs space is small, a broken vase still looks uniquely beautiful.

Mu Zhixi had no idea what the comments were arguing about, nor did she care.

She didn't care about the stares of others at all. She propped her forehead up with one hand, leaned back in her chair, and sat down comfortably, her posture relaxed and without the slightest bit of tension.

Judging from Mu Zhixi's actual situation, she had just been teleported here and was too dizzy to work.

But the scene had a completely different feel to the other eleven people.

Hunting Game, Six-Star Comprehensive Dungeon.

Although the rules for these types of dungeons vary, a consensus has already been circulating among players.

There are many dungeons, some of which are purely competitive elimination games, but most require players to cooperate to clear them.

Cooperation means that weaknesses can be fatal.

A cowardly, timid, and obstructive teammate is more deadly than any strange creature in the dungeon.

The mutual sizing up after entering is essentially a silent interview.

Who is strong, who is weak, who can be used, and who should be guarded against.

Everyone was doing the same thing, but the beautiful woman in the number one position conveyed an extremely contradictory message from the moment she sat down.

She's too relaxed.

They seemed more relaxed than if they were here for afternoon tea, rather than to conquer a six-star dungeon.

This relaxation stems either from the fearlessness of ignorance or from absolute self-confidence.

The burly man in position nine clearly favored the former.

He was the one who had been cursing the loudest just now, and now he was staring at Mu Zhixi, his gaze shifting from disdain to scrutiny.

The thin, middle-aged man next to him chuckled dryly, trying to ease the tension, "Number One's way of making an appearance... is quite unique."

Since no one present was a newcomer, no one responded, making the atmosphere around the round table awkward.

Twelve people, twelve different thoughts.

A woman in a red dress sat in seat number two. The beauty was sitting lazily in her seat, her beauty both flamboyant and aloof, idly twirling the cards in her hand.

She stared at Mu Zhixi for a long time, a hint of interest appearing on her lips.

The man in the third position wore gold-rimmed glasses, tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, and his gaze lingered on the bracelet on Mu Zhixi's wrist.

The twelve contestants cannot see each other's panels, but their aura, equipment, and entrance style are enough for them to analyze a complete resume.

Suddenly, a long analysis appeared in the comments section, posted by an ID called "Detail King".

Wait a minute, have you guys considered this: were these twelve seats assigned based on merit?