Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

Song Yuan was woken up by the cold.

She suddenly opened her eyes and found herself in a place resembling a train carriage, surrounded by the sound of women crying.

Song Yuan tilted her head in confusion. Just a second ago, she was doing practice problems in the mental hospital and only took a short nap. How did she suddenly end up in a place like this?

She looked around and confirmed that this was a sleeper car. There were two beds inside; the upper and middle berths were empty, while the lower berth was filled with women sitting haphazardly.

Between the two beds was a metal trash can, inside which burned a black, gooey substance.

Song Yuan frowned: Where is this? How did she get here?

Just then, a fluorescent blue, game-like panel suddenly appeared in front of her. A mechanical voice echoed in her mind at that precise moment:

[Player detected to have awakened~]

Welcome to the horror game "Stairway to Wishes". You have entered the instance: The Frigid Train.

Dungeon Level: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Your gameplay has been projected onto a small screen in the game lobby, where other players will watch your gameplay in real time. Any rewards earned during this process will be split 80/20 between the player and the system.

Through the main interface of the game panel, you can enter the system shop and spend points to buy items to help you pass the levels.

Good luck!

Song Yuan frowned and tried to communicate with the voice:

"Who are you? What is a horror game?"

I am your system.

Unfortunately, you've been chosen. As for the horror game, you can think of it as a series of deadly games. And you're currently in one of those instances:

If you die in the game, your physical body in the real world will also die.

The only way to survive is to complete the game. After completing the game, we will award you bonus points based on your performance. Once you accumulate a certain number of points, you can fulfill your wish and get everything you want.

Song Yuan looked at the game panel in front of her with displeasure. If this panel were a physical object, she would really like to punch this piece of junk into pieces.

"What are your criteria for selecting 'players'? I don't need you to fulfill my wishes at all."

Poor player, unfortunately, this is not up to you.

Without further ado, the system automatically displayed Song Yuan's personal panel:

[Player Name: Song Yuan]

[Initial Health: 50 (Your entire body is frozen stiff. If you don't act quickly, you'll get frostbite!)]

[Mental State: 100 (Your mental state is excellent. If your mental state is depleted, you will turn into a monster and remain in the dungeon forever.)]

[Luck value: 0.01 (What a pity, you're such an unlucky little thing, even drinking cold water will cause you to choke.)]

[Appearance Rating: 79 (Wearing cute clothes will make you even cuter!)]

Attack power: ??? (Detection failed for unknown reasons)

Agility: ??? (Detection failed for unknown reasons)

[IQ: 87 (You're such a clever little devil!)]

[Weapon: None]

[Skills: None]

[Player Level: F (You are now the lowest-ranking ant among all players~)]

Would you like to view the dungeon description?

Song Yuan: "..."

I don't know why, but I always feel like this panel is mocking her. It's like it's hoping she dies any second now.

What she hates most is being forced to do chores, and the same goes for playing games.

Song Yuan sat on the bed and did some simple exercises with her hands and feet. Her cold gaze swept across the entire carriage—her bipolar disorder, which she had finally buried for almost eight years, was now showing signs of resurfacing.

"...Tsk, never mind."

She scoffed softly, but quickly regained her composure. Now was not the time for impotent rage. Rather than getting angry over this stupid game, she'd rather finish it quickly and get back to her hospital room to do her practice problems.

After clicking the "Yes" button, a mechanical female voice immediately sounded in my mind:

The train broke down unexpectedly mid-journey due to heavy snow.

Without heating, food, or water, the passengers had no choice but to remain where they were and wait for rescue.

Unfortunately, the prospect of rescue was slow to arrive. Driven by the threat of "survival," robberies on the bus became rampant.

Here, people are drinking and eating, filled with laughter and joy.

Some people struggled and screamed in their death throes, then died silently in the cold.

And you, how will you manage to survive?

[Completion Requirements: Survive within the instance for seven days]

[Hidden Condition: To be explored]

[Note: Players must address their passive physiological needs within this instance; failing to eat or drink will cause their health to decrease, and once health reaches zero, the player will die!]

[Additionally, to provide every player with the most thrilling and terrifying gaming experience, the system will automatically block comments in the live chat discussing dungeon storylines and walkthroughs.]

That's all the clues we have.

Song Yuan breathed on her frozen fingers and rubbed them together to warm them: she had never played games, but she had read countless puzzle books. From the moment she entered the dungeon, she felt a tingling sensation in her limbs—a sign of mild frostbite.

My stomach was burning with a terrible sensation from not eating for so long. I hadn't eaten anything for at least five days.

She stood up and stretched. She began to survey the entire carriage, looking for any useful clues.

The carriage was a four-person compartment, extremely cramped. The temperature inside was very low, and each breath produced a thick, white mist. The women on the beds were all young, and strangely, each of them had some kind of physical disability.

For example, some people are missing an ear, some are missing an arm, some are missing an eyeball or a leg, and one woman even lost her upper lip, her white teeth stained with blood, brazenly exposed.

Their cheeks were all sunken, and they were extremely thin. But from the outline of their facial features, it could be vaguely seen that they were all quite good-looking.

These women wore very little clothing, mostly just thin sweaters. They huddled together, like baby rabbits in the same den, seeking warmth.

An indescribable stench permeated the room. Song Yuan stood in the hallway, her nostrils twitching slightly, confirming that it was indeed the smell of a corpse.

While she was hospitalized, a fellow patient mashed up the body of a dead cat, stuffed it into a lunchbox, and hid it in the closet. Just one day later, the entire ward became unbearably smelly.

The nurse only stayed for three seconds before running off in her high heels. She vomited all the way, not even bothering to close the door. The stench of that day, mixed with the smell of vomit, was unforgettable, so Song Yuan would never mistake her for someone else.

She frowned in disgust, gripped the door handle, and prepared to switch carriages to see if she could find food or water.

Just then, a light gray barrage of comments suddenly appeared in front of me:

[Holy crap, am I seeing things? This newbie's morale is maxed out? 100!]