"Feng Bujue, Level 15"
"Wang Tanzhi, Level 15"
"Like Rain, Level 15"
"Laughing Soul, Level 14"
"Please select the game mode that your team wishes to join.
"You have selected Team Survival Mode (Normal). Please confirm.
"Confirmed. The number of team members has been randomized: Four.
"Your team has joined the queue.
"Matching complete. Coordinating nerve connection. Generating scenario …
"Downloading. Please wait a moment."
It looked like their team of four was very 'lucky' to have been randomly assigned a four-man scenario. However, something strange happened during the scenario generation stage. The greeting of 'Welcome to Thriller Paradise' did not appear.
Furthermore, the four of them were not transported out like a normal Team Survival Mode and were given a first-person view of the opening cinematic. They only felt the elevator move a certain distance before they heard the system announcement for the next step.
[Download complete. You are currently in Team Survival Mode (Normal).]
"A scenario introduction is provided in this mode, and there is a chance of triggering hidden side missions and special world-building.
"Reward for clearing the scenario: Randomly draw a learnable skill card.
"Playing the scenario introduction soon. The game will start immediately after that."
The next second, nothing happened. There was no introduction.
"What's going on?" The four of them were pondering the same question in their respective elevators.
Suddenly, they felt the ground beneath their feet disappear, and they started to fall.
The floor of the elevator opened without warning, and no one was able to react to this sudden change. Thankfully, this was not a 'kill when the door opened' setting. The players only fell about two meters and landed on a slide. An invisible force tugged at their bodies, causing them to slide forward along the slippery path beneath them.
The design of the slide was similar to the one at the water park, but there was no water. Instead, it relied on gravity and repulsion to move the objects on the slide, and they moved very fast.
The four of them were moving forward involuntarily in the dark. They had no idea where their teammates were, and they could not see anything. They merely moved down their own path at high speed.
It didn't take long for this inexplicable beginning to end. They reached the end of their respective slides one after another.
Feng Bujue was pulled by the invisible force and slammed into a chair with a large back. Then the chair started to spin on its own. When it finally stopped spinning, Feng Bujue found himself in a space that appeared to be quite spacious. The surrounding light was very dim, and he could not see too far. He could only vaguely see the scenery within ten meters.
Looking around, Feng Bujue realized that Xiao Tan, Passing Rain, and Laughing Soul were sitting on the same chairs as him. Each of them had a tall control panel in front of them, and the four of them each took one side. In the middle was a circular empty space about ten meters in diameter. The floor was made from large tiles, and the tiles had a black and white pattern that looked like a chess board.
Just as they were confused, a deep and powerful voice suddenly rang out from the darkness. "Ladies and gentlemen, and the audience regardless of gender, welcome to the live broadcast of 'Death Quiz'. Let us welcome the host, Mr. Yoo!"
A cylindrical light pierced through the dark environment and projected onto a path that connected to the circular stage in the middle. At the end of the path was a large skeletal door. Then, the door opened, and a large amount of white fog leaked out. It was unclear whether it was dry ice or real fog. In the next second, dozens of dazzling colored lights swept past. Accompanied by Jiangnan style music, a fat man jumped out of the door while dancing on horseback. And in the surrounding darkness, there was also a clamor of cheers.
This Mr. Yoo was bald. He wore a tailcoat that was tailor-made for him. He wore a pair of small round sunglasses, and a tall black top hat sat on his bald head. His face was charmingly naïve, and although he was fat, he appeared very agile when he jumped. He moved to the center of the stage like a large penguin, and at the moment the music came to an abrupt end, he even struck a pose that imitated the ending pose of the sculpture, The Thinker …
"Hey … What is this? Does this mean that the 'Horse Dance' will last for another thirty years?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Welcome, everyone! This is … "Mr. Yoo raised the microphone in his hand high into the air.
At that moment, the lights around them came on, and Feng Bujue could finally see everything clearly. The space looked like a recording set for a large variety show. The ceiling was filled with lights, and there were cables that connected to sound systems everywhere. The four players were seated facing the circular stage in the middle. The control panel before them had a flexible microphone, a button the size of a coaster, and four small buttons that represented A, B, C, and D respectively. There was also a screen.
Behind them, in other words, on the spectator stands, were thousands of demons and ghosts. There were almost all kinds of things, ghosts, demons, half-beastmen, fairies, vampires, werewolves, Frankenstein monsters, and so on … In this place, humans were perhaps the only ones who were considered as the outliers.
"Die! Die! Ask! Answer! " Without the direction of a live director, the audience still responded to the host's interactive questions enthusiastically and loudly.
"Hue hue hue …" Mr. Yoo laughed in the style of Coach An Sai. Then he snapped his fingers, and a staff appeared in his hand out of thin air.
Mr. Yoo held the microphone in one hand and raised the staff in the other. "Then … let me introduce the four contestants who are here today." He twirled the staff in his hand several times and then pointed it at Feng Bujue. "No. 1, Feng Bujue." He repeated the introduction. "No. 2, Wang Tanzhi. No. 3, Ruo Yu Ruo Li. Number four, Laughing Soul. "
"And the prize for today's winner is …" Mr. Yoo used his hand that held the microphone to take out a white plastic medicine bottle from his pocket. There was no label or words on the bottle. "A bottle of SCP-500, the panacea, containing twenty pills." He raised the bottle to show it, and then like magic, the bottle disappeared. "Of course, if they all die in the game, the prize will be carried over to the next episode."
Feng Bujue did not stay idle during this period. He used A Strategic Victory to see who the boss of the scenario was, and what he saw was the fat host's data.
The skill's data was as follows:
Name: Mr. Yoo
Race: Demigod
Level: Out of Measurable
Height: 160 centimeters
Weight: 103 kilograms
Combat Style:???
Weakness:???
Owned Skill:???
[Danger Level: Extremely Lethal]
Right then, Mr. Yoo said, "Alright, let us listen to each contestant's pre-match declaration! First, Number One, Mr. Crazy. "
"Er … I think it's best if we play according to the rules of this game," Feng Bujue said as he winked at his teammates.
Since they had gotten to know each other before entering the scenario, the other three naturally knew what Feng Bujue's title skill was. When they heard that, they understood … Do not resist. If you disobeyed the rules of this scenario, you would die.
Actually, even if Feng Bujue did not say that, they would not have acted so rashly. Even though they did not know how powerful this kind fatty before them was, they had to be careful of the power of the audience around them. With so many powerful monsters, any one of them could easily wipe out all four of them.
"It sounds like a meaningless statement," Mr. Yoo said with a laugh. Mr. Yoo laughed, and the audience laughed as well. Then he pointed at Xiao Tan and said, "Participant No. 2."
"Huh? Me? "Xiao Tan was startled." Er … is it possible for me to quit now? "
"Good question. The answer is …" Mr. Yoo paused and said with a smile, "No."
The audience laughed again, and Xiao Tan's lips twitched as he laughed drily.
"Then … Contestant No. 3," Mr. Yoo said to Passing Rain.
"I have nothing in particular to say," Passing Rain replied coldly.
"This pretty lady is very cool." Mr. Yoo shrugged. Then he turned to Laughing Soul. "Contestant No. 4."
"Do you mind if I ask what the prize is?" Laughing Soul was very pragmatic at a time like this.
Mr. Yoo raised his brow and showed her a friendly and trustworthy expression. "It is guaranteed to cure all diseases."
"Oh, then do you mind if I ask one more question?" Laughing Soul wanted to ask more, but she was interrupted by Mr. Yoo.
"Alright! Everyone, before the first round starts, let us introduce our three special guests today … "Mr. Yoo pointed at the row of seats at the front of the stage, and the light shone there.
Sitting on the leftmost row was a blonde Caucasian woman. She was wearing a black suit, and her arms were crossed before her voluptuous chest. She looked about thirty and was quite pretty, but the expression on her face was filled with condescension and condescension.
"The first is Miss Pride from the Seven Deadly Sins," Mr. Yoo introduced.
"Humph …" When the camera focused on her, Pride only scoffed and turned her head away.
However, the audience's response was enthusiastic. Cheers and whistles rose and fell.
Sitting next to Pride was a young man who looked about twenty. He was also wearing a black suit. He had a ponytail, and his face was bloodless. His eyes were unfocused, and he was practically lying on his seat.
"The second is Young Master Pestilence, one of the Four Horsemen," Mr. Yoo said.
The light shone on Pestilence. He used his hands to shield his eyes as if the light could harm his weak body. He coughed twice and said, "Cough … Cough … I don't think I'm feeling so well …"
"That's what you say every time I see you. It's fine. You're much better than Mr. Kidney Deficiency," Mr. Yoo said.
Another burst of laughter came from the audience.
The light shone on the last guest. Sitting there was a middle-aged man. His face was resolute, and his eyes were bright. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans. The muscles on his arms were as clear as a sculpture.
"Next is the third guest, the God of Fire, Mr. Hephaestus," Mr. Yoo added. "He is also the sponsor of the prize for this week's episode."
"Actually, I'm here because I'm bored facing the group of cyclopes at the mining area," Hephaestus said.
There was sporadic applause from the audience, but some of them were cyclopes, and they used boos to express their dissatisfaction.
"Alright, everyone, our show is about to officially begin …" Mr. Yoo suddenly teleported to stand before a camera. The camera zoomed in on his face, and he spoke at an incredible speed into the camera. "This show is sponsored exclusively by Thriller Box. If you send a message to participate in the quiz, you will have a chance to win a beautiful gift of 1,000 Ghost Coins provided by Thriller Box. You can also log into the website at the bottom of the screen to participate in our livestream. To make a trade, come to Thriller Box! To win a prize, watch Death Quiz! Thank you for your continued support! "
"No wonder the scenario doesn't have an introduction and doesn't say 'welcome to Thriller Paradise'." Feng Bujue ignored Fatty Yoo, who was busy advertising, and thought to himself, So, there will be a host to explain the rules …
Feng Bujue studied the group of monsters around him. None of them looked like they were easy to deal with, and that Mr. Yoo probably had the power to kill him in one second. It looked like the chance of fighting in this scenario was very low. There was no freedom to speak of under these conditions. Currently, it was still unclear what the rules of this' Death Quiz 'were, but from the name and what Mr. Yoo said, there was a chance of dying in the process, but to clear the scenario, the only way was to participate to the end.
"First, the first round, a compulsory question!" Mr. Yoo tossed his staff into the air. With a bang, the staff disappeared without a trace. Then, he took out a stack of cards from his shirt pocket. The cards were about the size of envelopes, and they were hard. The back of each card had the logo of Death Quiz printed on it. Only the host could see the content on the front.
"The rules for this round are as follows. I will ask the four contestants questions according to their number. Each question will have forty-five seconds to answer. Ten points will be awarded to those who answer correctly, and ten points will be deducted from those who answer incorrectly or exceed the time limit. There will be sixteen questions in total. The contestant with the lowest score at the end of this round will enter the coliseum." After Mr. Yoo finished reading the rules, he immediately turned to Feng Bujue. "Then, please listen to the first question!"
Feng Bujue did not have time to figure out the meaning of this' coliseum '; he had to focus on the question.
"This is a history question." Mr. Yoo's tone was steady, and he had a good grasp of the rhythm. "May I ask …"
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