Knight Asylum

Knight Asylum

Author: Starry Night Falls

Summary:

【S·L】Notice to Citizens

Stay away from people who wear non-mainstream clothes and have non-mainstream hairstyles. They are Gurongi. If you see them, please run away immediately. They are going to play a killing game. Note: If the other party only has a non-mainstream hairstyle, please use all your strength to run away and don't be curious about any of their actions.

All consumption in [S·L] can only be done with O coins. If you need to exchange, please go to Hongshang Fund

Be careful of all your acquaintances. They may have been replaced by bugs from the universe, or they may have become the resurrected Ophiino. If you find that your acquaintances have become phantoms, please don't worry. Phantoms are not interested in ordinary people.

Please do not approach the territory of the Tooth Ghost Tribe at will, they eat people.

If you feel that you are being stared at by a mirror, it is not an illusion. Please do not panic. Leave the scene immediately and go to a place where there are no mirrors. They cannot reach there.

If someone tries to sell you a strangely shaped USB flash drive and offers to try it, please refuse immediately.

[Missing——Still being supplemented]

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Volume One

Chapter 1 [S·L] First stop, Gurongi killing game

"Walk faster!"

"Who touched my butt?"

"Don't push! What's the use of pushing?"

Red, who was squeezed in the crowded crowd, pulled his travel bag tightly and was pushed around by the crowded crowd.

He really wanted to shout, "Stop pushing! This is a stairwell! Not an anus! There are reinforced concrete on both sides, and you are not feces, you can't be squeezed out by force!"

But that's how people are. When faced with an emergency, they all lose their minds, making an already troublesome situation even more difficult.

Red looked up and saw that the display screens that were usually used to remind passengers of subway information had all switched to a strange scene. A dim curtain occupied the entire screen, and several hideous black shadows stood up behind the curtain. Even with the curtain and the screen as a cover, Red could still feel the cruel gaze from the shadows.

The meaningless picture at first glance actually represents one of the most terrifying groups in the city.

"Why did the Gurongi Group choose this place as the game site today?"

An office worker who was squeezed so hard that he was sweating profusely couldn't help but groan.

Because this is [S·L].

Reid muttered in his mind.

Twelve years ago, a certain archipelago nation sank.

This is not a strange thing. Located in an earthquake zone, with a small earthquake every three days and a large earthquake every five days, and the frequent tsunamis and typhoons, the delicate geography of this archipelago country is destined to disappear from the map one day.

But the point is, the archipelago sank silently.

You know, even throwing a stone into the lake will create some waves, let alone an archipelago.

But this archipelago sank so quietly. Without waiting for other countries to react, new archipelagos and new cities quietly replaced the position of the archipelago country and appeared on the world map so openly.

And this is just the beginning.

Weird people who only exist in urban legends, imaginations, and rumors walk the streets of this new city as a matter of course, and all kinds of props beyond ordinary people's imagination are as common as toothbrushes.

Faced with this indescribable phenomenon, governments around the world responded extremely quickly and called this new archipelago [S·L].

Twelve years ago, Red was still struggling over whether to play with mud or sand, and naturally did not understand the shock of this incident. But twelve years later, he and the entire human society have become accustomed to this archipelago that seemed to have existed from the beginning, and everything on the archipelago.

Of course, during the process of this habit, various governments seemed to have known about it for a long time and carried out various harmless publicity, even deriving various bizarre propaganda such as "If you are a man, you should go to S·L to venture out" and "I was able to be admitted to graduate school because I went to school in S·L". However, this does not affect the fact that [S·L] is the most exciting place in the world.

Red was a little annoyed. As a young man in his early twenties, full of enthusiasm, he naturally wanted to see the most exciting place in the world. But who knew that right from the start he would encounter a low-probability event called the Gurongi Murder Game at the Xingxiu Station with the largest traffic in [S·L].

What's worse is that the experts and bigwigs who are already accustomed to all kinds of low-probability events and who will always face orderly evacuations calmly are desperately squeezing into the corridors in order to get on the platform first.

Carrying a huge travel bag, he became the target of grabbing and dragging by the passengers who were desperately trying to squeeze upwards.

If he continued to squeeze upwards, he would most likely be pulled by someone and lose his balance, fall down, and then be stepped on by the panicked passengers. There was no way to retreat in this situation, so Red chose to stand where he was, like a reef in the waves, and allow the impatient crowd to hit him.

At this moment, the black shadow on the screen moved, and a language composed of strange syllables echoed in the subway station.

Red couldn't understand this language, but he knew it was the language of the Gurongi. Over the past twelve years, many archaeologists and linguists have spent unimaginable energy and lives to summarize a set of Gurongi linguistics.

Although Red didn't understand what Gurongi said on the screen, he noticed that many passengers' faces changed and they squeezed forward more anxiously than before.

Obviously, Gurongi's killing game is about to begin.

But as Gurongi announced the start of the killing game, the top of the subway unfolded, rows of warning lights descended, and a man's voice drowned out the voices of Gurongi and the passengers.

"This is Servi Turia. Please don't panic, the rescue train will arrive at the platform soon."

finally come.

Red breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there are monsters everywhere in [S·L], the governments of various countries cannot watch [S·L], where all kinds of magical props are circulated, become a country of monsters. Therefore, faced with monsters who no longer conceal their existence and even hunt and play games openly in densely populated streets, the governments of various countries put aside their prejudices and poured resources into building a rescue organization in [SL] called Servier Turria, which is a symbol of [S·L] that still belongs to mankind even if it is [S·L].

Specially responsible for evacuating residents involved in incidents caused by strange people.

"too slow!"

"I'm on my way to work!"

The crowded passengers shouted angrily in the direction of the alarm lights.

While the other passengers were cursing, Red quietly squeezed to the side of the stairs and grabbed the handrail.

A clear light swept across, and the silent train stopped silently in front of the platform.

"The train will stop for twenty minutes, enough time for everyone to evacuate."

Just as Red had expected, the moment the train appeared, the passengers crowded in the corridor [ran wildly], waving their arms like evil spirits eager to escape from hell. Even Red, who had been prepared to hold the handrail, was knocked off balance.

Red was also afraid of death and wanted to get on the rescue train immediately, but in this situation, he would most likely fall if he squeezed forward with his travel bag on his back. In addition, Selvi Turia also said that the train would stop for twenty minutes, which was enough time for all the passengers to squeeze through. He could just follow the team and get on the train easily.

A scream interrupted Red's thoughts. Red subconsciously raised his head and an old-looking backpack flew past him. Red's eyes followed the backpack. The crowded crowd was like waves, one after another, and the old backpack was like a balloon in the waves, falling, flying up, and constantly going down.

"My bag! Please! Move aside! That bag is very important to me!"

The crying voice drew Red's attention back. Red turned his head and saw a young face in the surging back of the head. It was a high school girl with a ponytail. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She eagerly reached out her hand towards the backpack that was getting farther away, and tried to squeeze down. However, the continuous influx of passengers pushed her towards the platform, and her shouting was drowned out by the passengers' scolding and urging.

Red raised his head slightly and turned around, holding the guardrail tightly with his right hand, and walked downward against the oncoming flow of people. Facing those incredulous and angry faces, Red just smiled apologetically, squeezed his way downward, and at the same time stared at the backpack jumping above the wave of people.

Relying on the extra size of the travel bag, Red squeezed in quickly. Because the train was right in front, some passengers would just curse and continue to squeeze up even if they were squeezed out by Red.

But Red was not feeling well either. On the one hand, there were far more people squeezing up than he had imagined. On the other hand, the old backpack seemed to be playing a game of tag with him, jumping between the waves of people with incredible agility, and finally reached the end of the crowd, and Red followed to the bottom of the stairs.

With an office worker waving his hand impatiently, the old backpack stopped jumping and fell to the ground with a bang. Red finally squeezed out of the crowded crowd and came to the old backpack.

Red bent down to pick up the old backpack and glanced at the watch on his left wrist.

There are still fifteen minutes before the train departs, which is more than enough time.

Just then, the sound of light footsteps rang in Red's ears, and the noisy noise gradually faded away.

Red, who was pulling the backpack, perked up, glanced slightly to the side, and suddenly his eyes widened.

The crowded crowd disappeared, replaced by a blonde girl in white clothes with an indescribable sacred aura.

The girl was holding the handrail and slowly walking down the stairs along the route that Red had just squeezed through.

What surprised Red was that he recognized this girl. She was the high school girl who was crying and being pushed away by the crowd because her backpack was thrown down the stairs.

So this person dyed his hair and changed his clothes to pick up the bag?

Is this the high school girl from [S·L]?

After hesitating for a moment, Red gave up the idea of ​​complaining and raised his hand to hand the old backpack to the girl. The girl raised her hand, but did not touch the old backpack. Instead, she reached towards Red's face.

"No... you must... take it off..."

"Put on...a belt..."

"Aguru."

At the moment when the girl's fingers were about to touch Red's face, the alarm sounded suddenly, causing Red's back to tighten and he came back to his senses.

There was no girl in front of him, only an empty staircase, and the time shown on his watch jumped twelve minutes.

"train!!!"

Red left and rushed up the steps, three at a time. But when he stepped onto the platform, he saw the gradually lowering metal isolation wall and the train slowly moving away.

Red looked up with a stiff expression at the display screens that were arranged like dominoes on the platform.

On the display screen, the curtain opened to both sides, and a strange man named Gurongi appeared, with a body similar to that of a human, but with the appearance of animals, plants, and insects.

【——】

Just like people who don’t speak English can understand “hi”, “help”, and people who don’t speak Chinese can understand “ah”.

Red understood what Gurongi said.

Games start.

The lighting system in the silent subway passage seemed to be disturbed by something and began to flicker, as if something was slowly approaching.

After the fifth flash, a black shadow spread out silently, and a slender shadow like a spider's limbs spread along the head.

Chapter 2: Brother, where is your butt hanging?

The command tower of the Servi Turia headquarters.

Operations staff in white coats were anxiously moving in the aisles, and communicators wearing headsets in front of the control consoles were rapidly reporting the current situation in different languages.

"The rescue train has left!!"

"Quarantine complete!"

"Gurungi's presence detected!"

"We've captured the Gurongi footage! We're checking the database!"

"It's Zigumum Ba!"

In the center of the command desk, a man with messy hair, glasses and dark circles under his eyes was hunched over with his heels on the cushion, his neck tilted forward, and his eyes quickly scanned all the screens that were flashing different images and texts under the operation of the communications personnel.

"Great, it's the Zi Group," Operations Staff Officer Enbei breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and called out to the man sitting at the highest point, "U! It's the Zi Group, this is just an ordinary killing game!"

The tense atmosphere in the command desk suddenly eased a lot.

There is a very strict hierarchy within the Gurongi Group, and the Zi Group is the lowest-ranked group in the Gurongi Group. Originally there was an even lower group, but it disappeared quietly eleven years ago.

The man called U raised his hand and adjusted his glasses with the back of his hand. "It's hard to say. What's the status of the containment?"

"I've contacted number one! Switch the image to the main screen now!"

The communicator on the left side raised his head and shouted, and at the same time the main screen switched. It was the fire escape of the subway station. Number One, wearing a black combat uniform and a closed helmet, appeared in the center of the screen.

"This is Number One. We have successfully received the object," Number One stepped back and lifted up a silver-white box. "What should I do now? Has the Gurongi Group noticed our actions?"

"Number One, don't worry." Enbei raised his hand and waved, "The Gurongi that appeared are from the Zi Group. If they notice our actions, they will at least send Gurongi from the Mei Group or even the Ge Group."

U narrowed his eyes slightly.

Gurongi are neither foreigners nor sudden mutant monsters, but a brutal race that was sealed in the distant past. An archaeological excavation broke the seal, causing the ancient race Gurongi to wantonly carry out the killing game in human society. Fortunately, the Gurongi Group showed great interest in the existence of [S·L], so the killing game only exists in [S·L].

But humans did not give up. Instead, they continued to study the ancient characters left in the destroyed ruins to find the power that defeated the Gurongi in ancient times.

Fortunately, they found another relic with the same ancient characters as the one in the relic that was unsealed by the Gurongi, and found the [Power], which was contained in the box in No. 1's hand. If it weren't for the sudden start of the Gurongi killing game, No. 1 would have already transported the contained items to Selvi Tulia.

"There aren't too many coincidences in this world," U analyzed calmly. "Only the executive officers and the top management of Servi Turia know the specific route of this containment. Xingxiu Station is the station with the largest passenger flow in [S·L]. It's just that the Zi Group chose this place for their murder game. It's too ostentatious and extravagant."

Embe opened his mouth, pondered for a long time, and didn't know how to refute U's analysis. "But - don't the Gurongis hate the power that can deal with them? If they knew that we dug that thing out of the ruins outside, how could they only send the Gurongis of the Zi Group to stop us? And...they have their own rules. Once the killing game starts, other Gurongis cannot interfere."

The other combat staff also nodded.

Although the Gurongi are brutal, they are extremely strict with their own rules. Once the killing game begins, other Gurongi cannot intervene no matter what happens, so Gurongi often appear alone. Sometimes there will even be strange situations where non-player Gurongi are shot by them and run around without fighting back.

Although I don't know what will happen if I break the rules, but seeing how those Gurongis would rather be chased around by fragile humans than fight back, it's likely to be very serious.

"Now we should consider how to get No. 1 to avoid Gurongi and transport the contents here."

U did not respond to Enbei's rebuttal, but turned to look at the ponytailed woman on the lower right, whose fingers were dancing on the keyboard like butterflies. "Seryu, how is the translation of the ancient text of the ruins going?"

Seryuu raised his hand and waved, "The ancient text is missing a lot of content. It will take some time to fill in the complete content, but..."