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

"What?!"

Song Yuan finally showed a look of astonishment. But it wasn't out of fear; it was because this game truly had no regard for law or morality. Could such unhygienic food really be eaten?!

The missing limbs on these women's bodies were likely to have been torn off and eaten by the women themselves and their companions while they were "playing games."

The players were extremely gloating when they saw her furrowed brow:

[Holy crap! Here it comes, the first deadly mini-game in "Extreme Cold Train" is here!]

[Oh dear, that's why I said, don't mess with perverted girls! Lucky players might get away with losing an ear or gouging out an eye at most. But this newbie's luck is practically zero!]

[This is hilarious! Who came up with the nickname "Pervert Girl"? Is it like the proverb "If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold"?]

The woman with the cold teeth assumed she was scared, and her half-missing mouth revealed a gentle smile once more:

"What's wrong? Don't you want to play?"

Song Yuan placed her hands on her knees and nodded obediently: "I really don't want to play. Is it okay if I only play and don't eat? Then I'll consider joining your game."

She happened to have a few ideas, so she decided to use this game to test them out.

The girl with cold teeth was a little surprised. She had originally thought that if Song Yuan refused to play the game, she would have everyone attack her together and eat this ignorant and foolish woman like a snack.

After all, no one had ever told her that she had any oral hygiene problems.

But it's good that Song Yuan agreed. Isn't it their pleasure to devour one part of her body at a time and watch these damned players' expressions of pain and despair?

"Okay," she readily agreed, "but are you sure you won't eat any?"

Song Yuan: "Yes, I don't eat unhygienic food."

The NPCs who were told they were unhygienic: "???"

"Let's begin then," the woman with the cold teeth grinded her big red teeth and announced resentfully, "Everyone come over here, shout the incantation, and then throw punches together."

Seven women stood in a circle around the burning iron barrel. The firelight illuminated their faces:

Everyone started chanting, "Rock, Scissors..."

With a luck value of 0.01, Song Yuan is destined to lose in a game of chance. It's practically a foregone conclusion.

"cloth!"

As the final sound faded, seven arms stretched out simultaneously. NPCs and players alike turned to look at the center of the fire: six stones and a pair of scissors.

[Ugh~ I knew it, how could a luck value of 0.01 be possible... Wait, what's going on?!]

The NPC who had drawn the scissors timidly withdrew her hand, glared resentfully at Song Yuan, and said unwillingly:

"It's me. I'll choose the forearm."

The way she spoke made it sound as if she was about to offer up not an arm, but some insignificant little object; it was extremely eerie.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, scrolling wildly like a torrent.

[Holy shit, holy shit! What the hell is going on?!]

[Is a luck value of 0.01 really that strong?! Even newbies with a luck value of 70 are terrified when playing this mini-game, and she passed it on her first try with only 0.01 luck value?!]

【Are you kidding me?! With a luck stat of 0.01, you'd better go on a ten-game losing streak!】

Being handsome is my fault: [She didn't win by luck.]

A luck value of 0.01 is practically useless, so I guess her victory was due to her own skill.

[Ding~ You have a special visitor in your live stream!]

Hearing the system notification, Song Yuan curiously brought up the live chat and, sure enough, among the uniform light gray comments, she saw one that stood out:

That was a player with the ID: "Being handsome is my sin".

All the other comments were light gray, but this person's was a bright fluorescent blue. Song Yuan immediately guessed that this person's level was different from the others; this was a high-level player.

Using colors to distinguish players' levels is a common design in many games.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, wanting to see how the man who said "being handsome is my sin" would interpret her winning strategy.

His comments did indeed attract the attention of many players. Someone glanced at the person's ID and immediately let out a sharp, explosive sound:

[Wow! Isn't this the number one newcomer on last week's leaderboard? A pro has entered the livestream!]

[Jordan?! Is that you, my idol?!]

Seriously? Don't you guys think this guy is too arrogant and annoying? Just thinking about his pretty boy face makes me lose my appetite.

[I give up, haters, please don't stick your nose in, okay? So, Joe, do you even know what skills this newbie used to win the game?]

A player with the ID "Handsome is my sin" commented again: "In this kind of game, besides relying on luck, there is actually another way to win 100%, which is to predict the opponent's gestures."

Because everyone's hand movements and muscle shapes are different before each gesture. If you can accurately capture these subtle changes and then make the correct gesture at the moment of punching, you can guarantee a 100% win rate.

Actually, this mini-game in the "Extreme Cold Train" dungeon can be completed without taking damage. However, because it's so demanding on players—new players often lack the necessary talents and weapons—the death rate is extremely high.

Song Yuan raised an eyebrow, a little surprised: "Being handsome is my sin." You're right.

Her reaction ability was extraordinary from a young age. When her attending physician conducted sensory ability tests on her, she passed all the tests, which were considered abnormal, with a perfect score.

[I'm speechless... Is this some kind of expert's analysis that I can access without spending points?!]

[No way, he's not joking, is he? So Song Yuan has to observe the hand gestures of six other people all by herself, and she can't make a single mistake?!]

Being handsome is my sin: [Yes. I also suspect she might have more hidden strength, just not yet revealed.]

"Seriously? He's just a newcomer, does he deserve such high praise? Why are you being so secretive and trying to fool people?"

[Don't run away! When Qiao Shen cleared the dungeon without taking damage, you were still wetting your pants in the dungeon. How dare you be so sarcastic here?]

With the arrival of a high-level player like "Being handsome is my sin", a large number of players flooded into Song Yuan's live stream in a short period of time.

"Being handsome is my sin" is a character whose reputation among players is polarized; fans adore him, while haters despise him. The two groups started arguing in Song Yuan's live stream chat, even placing bets: one side bet that she would survive, while the other side was certain she would die in the game.

[Ding~ 5000 people are watching player "Song Yuan's" live stream]

【You're already a fairly well-known player!】

[93 people tipped the streamer "Song Yuan", receiving a total of 113 points.]

In the cramped, cold carriage, six pairs of eyes were fixed on the woman who had lost the game. Song Yuan had been wondering how she would cut off her arm—with a dagger? Or scissors?

No one knew it was any of those. She simply stretched out her arm, and the other five pounced on her frantically, biting her elbow. The bitten NPC let out a piercing scream, but the others didn't care. They hissed, bit, and tore, ripping off half of her arm in an extremely cruel way.

The eyes of the "female" creatures lit up as they ate, their pupils glowing with a faint green light. The NPC who had lost her arm let out a few cries of agony and then pounced on the food, sharing her arm with her "companions."

[Holy crap, I can't take this. This scene is insane! I haven't even entered the game yet, just watching it in the live stream is making my mental energy drain completely.]

Ugh... Thankfully, not every dungeon is this disgusting.

Song Yuan had agreed not to participate in the "food distribution" segment. She sat quietly to one side, her gaze unintentionally sweeping over the mangled arm, when a sharp pain suddenly shot through her forehead.

She instantly lost her mind. Her lips parted slightly, a faint hissing sound emanating from deep within her throat. Saliva began to flow frantically from her mouth, the bright red flesh seemingly possessing a deadly allure. It made her want to smell it, tear into it, and drink a mouthful of its salty, fishy blood.