The male supporting character was actually myself.

The village chief's eldest son soon opened his own mental health sanatorium.

Ah, a sanatorium?

That place is hell!

He specifically recruits all kinds of mental patients at low prices, and arranges those who are somewhat attractive to be placed in special wards.

There are secret rooms and hidden passages there, specially designed for people with special interests to enjoy at exorbitant prices.

Nobody cares how those mentally ill people are doing, and nobody believes what they say.

The village chief's eldest son, Zhang Dalin, knew I wasn't sick and was afraid I would cause trouble, so he rarely let me entertain guests. Most of the time, I was locked up in a specially made room, unable to live or die.

Later, after figuring out the specifics of that place, I set it on fire late at night!

I intended to escape during the fire, but I didn't expect so many people to be staying inside. My face was disfigured while trying to save people, and ultimately, I caused the deaths of over a dozen people.

There were too many charred corpses to identify, and Zhang Dalin spent a lot of money to settle the matter.

The patients who forced themselves to be companions and the clients of prostitutes were so confusing that, based on physical signs, I was mistaken for someone else, and I became a living, wandering ghost.

No identity, no name.

From the day I escaped, only one thing remained in my life—revenge!

Therefore, I specifically sought out human traffickers who sold women to the island and asked to marry one of them and move to the island.

Then, years later, carrying counterfeit antiques and a large amount of cyanide, he returned to the island with a new identity.

The people here are greedy and savage.

Back when we were developing tourism, the story of a tourist finding an antique became a hot topic of conversation.

I know that if used properly, a fake antique can cause a bloodbath in the village.

Then I can take advantage of the chaos to poison the village!

That day, the widow recognized me, and after hearing my plan, she said she would help me.

The sea god worship ceremony is a major event on the island, and everyone is there without exception, so it's a perfect opportunity to catch them all at once!

They all deserve to die! Not one of them is innocent!

"But you shouldn't!" Duan Chengze said urgently, "You and the widow grandma did nothing wrong, you shouldn't die!"

Li Xiangping shook her head and smiled bitterly, "I killed more than a dozen people in order to escape. I am guilty and deserve to die."

The widowed grandmother... she lived to wait for this day.

Her loved ones had long since passed away, and now that she had avenged her great enemy, she probably had no other attachments...

Her figure swayed backward, blending into the black silhouette on the island.

"Does this instance mean we have to stop the tragedy?" Song Gang scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.

Duan Chengze said calmly, "This island is called Desert Island, a desolate and uninhabited island."

They are long dead; we are not saviors, but rather the hands that reveal the truth.

"This is not a tragedy, nor does it need to be stopped," Jiang Chen said coldly. "Cause and effect are intertwined; no one is innocent."

Deeply moved, Liang Rumeng wiped away her tears and choked out, "A kind woman, with her own strength, helped everyone get rid of poverty; and helped those trafficked women find their families."

But these jackals turned around and devoured her, leaving not even bones!

Her mother and brother personally sent her to hell to eat human blood buns. How desperate must Li Xiangping have been!

But apart from the old woman, the other trafficked women she had helped still treated her with the same indifference. It's infuriating! It's hateful!

The little white cat drooped its head, not wanting to speak; the whole cat looked dejected.

"It's just a matter of weighing the pros and cons." Jiang Chen's voice sounded incredibly calm amidst the sound of the seawater crashing. "If buying and selling are punished equally and severely, and the profits no longer favor the buyers, those who are sold here will choose to leave."

They might not be assimilated into greedy and barbaric accomplices.

The black silhouette recedes into a painting; the village chief's head on the beach has rotted, his eyeballs lying on the sand, the empty eye sockets gazing towards the sea.

Congratulations to the player for successfully completing the 'Crysis Island' dungeon! You are currently exiting the dungeon... Rewards are being calculated and will be distributed shortly.

Chapter Twenty-One: Those Who Maintain Bad Records

The hands of the clock on the wall were stopped at three o'clock, which was exactly the time to enter the instance.

The weather was lovely; the bright but not intense spring sunshine streamed into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Jiang Chen nestled on the sofa, not wanting to move at all. Even the little white cat lay listlessly on the sofa, slowly wagging its tail.

"I feel so depressed!" After a while, the little white cat complained, "Since I started doing missions with my host, this is the first time I've encountered such a frustrating instance."

"Host, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering why the main system threw me into the demon dungeon."

"Huh?" The little white cat immediately perked up. "Weren't you frustrated about the previous dungeon?"

Jiang Chen looked puzzled. "Why are you feeling down?"

Li Xiangping's fate is indeed heartbreaking, but she avenged her great enemy and killed him with her own hands.

So many coincidences happened on the deserted island, isn't this just the karmic retribution that bad people deserve?

How many people die unjustly with nowhere to seek justice? At least her fate wasn't to die a miserable death.

The fact that Shi Xiaotong and Tang Zixuan's bodies didn't disappear directly isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Perhaps death is a way to escape the deadly game; being eliminated is like waking up from a nightmare.

The little white cat licked its paws and nodded, saying, "That's true..."

As for why the main system assigned us the Demon Script, I have also reflected on that.

Could it be that we went too far with the main characters before? The script even clearly states – 'Do what the best supporting actor should do.'"

Jiang Chen rested his chin on his hand and looked at the bloody number "60" on the wall. After completing the dungeon, he received a 30-day countdown, which should be considered a generous reward.

After thinking for a moment, he stared at the little white cat with a serious expression. "Were there any special circumstances in the last script?"

The fluffy little ball looked around warily. "Host, theoretically speaking, I'm not allowed to leak secrets. If the main system finds out..."

It suddenly stopped, then scratched its round belly and found a toy ball. It patted the ball twice with its furry little paws and then ran away. The little white cat jumped over and shouted, "You can't get out of control, I'll catch you in a minute!"

"Out of control?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, having a general idea of ​​what was going on.

"Xiaobai, were you feeling down just now?"

The fluffy dumpling nodded blankly, "In the dungeon, there are teammates dying and heartbreaking truths, so it's hard not to be affected emotionally."

"Do your colleagues—other support systems—also experience this? Do they, including the host, often feel depressed?"

"Of course!" the little white cat clapped its paws. "Isn't it obvious?"

From what I understand, most hosts diligently follow the main system's requirements, giving money to the protagonist when asked, and obediently giving up lives when asked to do so.

In order to be reborn and return to their original world, those hosts endured humiliation and hardship, and their spirits were certainly low.

After all, those scripts were just too frustrating!

Another group, wanting to resist but unable to, eventually gave up and became passive-aggressive.

No wonder I'm in a good mood!

As for the colleagues—the other support systems—low mood, anxiety, and irritability are the norm.

The system forum also has a dedicated psychological therapy program to help the system relieve stress.

While the auxiliary system felt gratified yet frustrated by the host who diligently completed the task, it was also bound to the host.

"Bound to hosts who don't take tasks seriously, the auxiliary systems have to worry about both offering advice and being destroyed for poor performance. Many of them have developed depression!"

At this point, the little white cat looked up at a 45-degree angle, its face full of melancholy, and said softly, "Fortunately, I have you, host."

If it weren't for your heroic act of saving me, I might have already developed depression.

“I suspect that’s the problem,” Jiang Chen chuckled.

The little white cat tilted its head and looked at him with a face full of questions.

The main system creates so many scripts and tasks to make the host depressed, emotionally drained, and constantly exhausted.

Most hosts, unable to sever their emotional ties in real life due to their attachments, will compromise and complete the task.

After all, each time you leave a mission world, your memories are folded once, while your memories in real life remain.

Rebirth is like bait, enticing the hosts to train their willpower and suffer repeated blows.

Especially in mission worlds where the beginning is the end, after completing a final mission to fulfill the protagonist's destiny, the host drifts between heaven and earth like a lost soul until the protagonist's wonderful life is fully performed.

That feeling of loneliness and frustration lingers in their subconscious, making them increasingly want to give up and surrender.

This is the main system's intention!

But what good does it do for the main system if it makes people feel depressed and discouraged?

Jiang Chen was completely baffled.

"Host, I posted on the forum and asked the experts." A moment later, the little white cat stretched out its fluffy little head and gently rubbed against his face. "According to the experts, hosts who encounter the devil script are all very powerful characters."

The one who still hasn't appeared in the demon script is nicknamed the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

Perhaps due to an overly strong will to survive, they treat the mission world like a game, completing each mission with utmost seriousness.

Not only did he find ways to have fun and relieve his depression, he also took the initiative to provide psychological counseling for his support system.

So this duo maintained a good record until they entered the devil's script.

The other two deceased hosts were once renowned mentors on the forum; their auxiliary systems would post messages teaching other hosts how to avoid risks.

"A good record?" Jiang Chen asked curiously, "How's our record?"

The little white cat awkwardly scratched its left foot against its right, muttering under its breath, "So far, we've experienced twelve mission worlds."

Kill off the eight main characters;

This forced the script to be updated nearly a hundred times;

The final outcome allows the mission world to develop freely ten times.