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

Seeing this, Song Yuan stroked her chin with interest: Although the owner of this notebook was also named "Song Yuan", her personality and tone of voice were completely different from hers.

In other words, the "player" character possesses its own thoughts and soul before being logged into by a player. Even if the person entering the game is not a young girl like Song Yuan, but a butcher wielding a cleaver or an office worker rushing to catch the subway every day, the content recorded in this notebook and the tone of voice will not change.

She reads very quickly. Often, by the time players on the other side of the screen have only read the beginning, she has already finished reading a page and moved on to the next.

The notebook contained records of the tragedies that had occurred in recent days, but what attracted her attention most was a woman:

The diary says the woman was beautiful and delicate, wearing small pearl earrings; she was a mother who had boarded the train with her newborn baby. After the disaster, her child soon died from the extreme cold and hunger.

The next day, starving passengers snatched the child from her. During the struggle, her upper lip was bitten off, and she was driven out of the carriage and froze to death.

Judging from her appearance, isn't this the same girl with the toothache she met at the beginning?

The other five people are also mentioned in this diary. There is Song Yuan's classmate, the hamburger shop owner, the clothing sales assistant, and the office worker who rarely gets to go out for vacation.

Without exception, they were all dead.

The things they said to "Song Yuan" before they died, as well as their appearance and personality, were all recorded in this ledger without reservation.

Why does this diary record the names and appearances of the dead and the living so clearly? It's as if it's reminding the player to distinguish between them.

The degree of mutation differs greatly between the living and the dead. The woman in the first carriage was almost entirely rotten and mutated, but the man who took her away, although somewhat grotesque in appearance, did not show any obvious signs of mutation.

In a monster-fighting game, the way to forcibly end the game is:

[Ding~ Congratulations to player "Song Yuan" for unlocking the hidden completion condition]

Hidden condition: Defeat all monsters.

Caution:

This applies only to all monsters within the instance. If a player is mistakenly killed, the system will determine that the player's quest has failed, and the player will be automatically eliminated after a one-minute countdown.

【What happened? How did the hidden condition unlock?!】

To the viewers in the live stream, Song Yuan had simply been squatting on the ground in a daze for a while, and then inexplicably unlocked the hidden condition:

[Damn, I'll fight you smart people to the death! What about all the time I followed the rules and met the completion requirements?]

Hehe, you're honest after all.

[Aren't these hidden conditions a bit too harsh? There are so many monsters in a dungeon, it's already difficult for a newbie to handle even one or two, let alone kill them all. It's simply a pipe dream.]

[Seriously, you guys really expect a newbie to solve the hidden conditions? It's already impressive that she figured it out at all; who knows if she'll even survive tonight? Have you all forgotten how high the mortality rate is right now?]

After successfully deducing the hidden conditions, Song Yuan packed her things and prepared to return to the original carriage to rest.

She walked to the train door, and as the dim white light shone on the blue and white train door, something strange happened:

The markings I made earlier are gone.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and she immediately calmed down and began searching.

She remembered that she came in through the door on the right.

From the moment she set off until the next two hours, she remembered every choice and every fork in the road clearly.

She carefully examined every corner, including the other car door, but found no markings.

I put it on and smelled it, but I couldn't smell the characteristic ethanol smell of a marker pen.

Unfortunately, at that very moment, the flashlight went out without warning.

She cursed the system under her breath, thinking, "What kind of garbage product is this? It's already shut down before we even started our return journey."

In the howling wind of the snowy night, there was no moonlight, and even large objects in the room were obscured. Before she could even move, a gust of cold wind suddenly appeared from nowhere, blowing a soda can to her feet.

"Clang! Clang clang clang—"

From deep beneath her feet, a strange, faint sound emanated:

Her senses were more acute than most people's. The voice, which started as a murmur, saying "So cold, so hungry," quickly became clear and loud a few seconds later:

"I don't want to die here... I don't want to die here...!" "Don't touch me! I'm warning you, don't touch me! Ahhh... Even if I have to die, I'll drag you down to hell with me!" "Crying! What's there to cry about? A dead person is just a lump of flesh!" "It's so hot... I'm so hot, I'm burning up..." "I know I'll never go home again..."

"Waaaaah... Mommy, save me..."

Dozens of dark figures emerged simultaneously from different directions, like ghosts reaching out pairs of pitch-black hands, rushing towards her with lightning speed:

Her eyes narrowed, she gripped the flashlight tightly, and hurled it fiercely at a dark figure to her side; the handle of the flashlight pierced deep into the person's eye socket, making a squelching sound as flesh was crushed. Amidst the creature's scream, she leaped up and delivered a flying kick, sending it crashing into the carriage wall. She then rushed to the nearest window, grabbed the safety hammer, and smashed it down without hesitation.

"Bang—crack!"

The glass burst open with several spiderweb-like cracks, shattering into pieces with a snap. She picked up a piece, leaned half her body out of the train, grabbed the roof with her other hand, and climbed up with one hand.

The wind on the roof was so strong it felt like it would blow her off. The car was covered in a thick layer of snow, and beneath it, the paint was peeling and rusty, leaving it uneven and dented. The cold wind ripped her hat off like a knife, scraping her cheeks viciously. She tore off a piece of her skirt with her bare hands, wiped her palms which had been cut from picking up shards of glass, and then wrapped the bottom part tightly around herself to make a simple handle.

As dawn approached, I could finally make out some things. Countless twisted limbs stretched out from the lower windows, scrambling to get out. These things were no longer human-shaped; their flesh was highly decomposed, revealing black eye sockets and bluish-purple skin. They surged out from all directions at an incredible speed, threatening to completely engulf the roof of the car.

She gripped the knife, chin raised, standing ramrod straight with her back to the wind, her hair fluttering in the breeze, her gaze coldly fixed on the monsters, resembling a domineering goddess of slaughter in the apocalypse:

No wonder the store sells so many useless and broken items; they were waiting for her here!

A chase is about to begin!