"Feng Bujue, Level 18
"Please select the game mode that you wish to join.
"You have selected Single Player Survival Mode (Nightmare), please confirm.
"Confirmed, generating scenario …"
"Downloading, please wait a moment."
"Welcome to Thriller Paradise." This time, the voice surprised Feng Bujue because it was his own voice.
"Download complete. You are currently playing Single Player Survival Mode (Nightmare).
"A scenario introduction is provided in this mode, and there is a chance to trigger hidden side missions and special worldbuilding.
"Reward for clearing the scenario: Randomly draw a usable excellent equipment.
"Playing the scenario introduction soon. The game will start immediately after that."
The reward for clearing the scenario on Nightmare Mode was indeed impressive. Last time, the reward for clearing Hirata's scenario was to draw two puzzle cards, and this time, it was a piece of equipment. However, the main reason Feng Bujue created this scenario was to pass the time between 10: 30 am and midnight. Even he himself was not that optimistic about the prospect of clearing the scenario …
"Overlapping time and space, a game of death, endless terror, and a recurring nightmare."
There was no introductory cinematic, and the system audio only gave him this strange introduction. When the audio ended, Feng Bujue was already standing in a corridor, and he could move freely.
The floor and walls of the corridor were made of wood. They felt very sturdy, and they did not look like they could be broken through. The overall color of the corridor was brown. It could not be said that it was spotless, but it was relatively clean. At least there was no smell of decay and dirt. The lighting was above his head, and at every set interval, there was a light that was embedded in the ceiling. Looking ahead, there was no dazzling wallpaper, no carpet, no decorations, and no doors. It was just a very monotonous corridor.
"Ah … This is a useless scenario introduction …" When Feng Bujue heard that, he reached into his pocket to search. If a Walkman appeared out of thin air in his pocket, and there was a message left on the tape, then things would be easier to understand.
"Hello, Feng Bujue, I wish to play a game with you."
Suddenly, a voice rang out. It was indeed the signature hoarse and deep voice from Saw. Feng Bujue looked up and saw that at the corner of the ceiling and the wall, at a height of about three meters, there was a camera probe and a square speaker.
"Is that guy from Chainsaw Door here again …" Feng Bujue looked at the camera with an expression of great pressure.
The voice paused for a second before continuing, "All this time, you've viewed solving mysteries as a form of entertainment, and you firmly believe that every game has its own rules and answers.
Gathering information and reasoning have become your habit and hobby. You believe that, except for the inevitable conflict of pure force, as long as you are willing to use your brain, you can solve everything.
But you will soon realize that your thinking may not be correct.
At this moment, a type of poison is already lurking in your body … "
When he heard that, Feng Bujue opened the game menu and saw that he was indeed poisoned. This was the same situation as when he encountered the Saw scenario.
"Once the poison takes effect, you will be judged to have failed the scenario. Even SCP-500 will not be able to cure this poison." That was the first thing the voice said, and it instantly negated the first solution that Feng Bujue had at that moment. It stopped him from taking the panacea.
"You have a total of ninety-two minutes to find four unique chemical potions. Mix these four potions together and you'll get the antidote." The voice started to read out the rules. "During this period of time, you'll meet some people and witness some things. What you see and hear might change your actions and interfere with your judgment."
By then, Feng Bujue had already used A Strategic Victory to check the boss' information, but nothing came up.
"As your old friend, I'll give you special treatment so that you won't be dragged down by combat and can focus on solving mysteries," the voice said. "Now, the game begins."
"You have obtained special item x2.
"Main mission triggered.
"Find the chemical potion (0/4)."
Feng Bujue was still trying to figure out the meaning of the term 'old friend' when the system announcement popped up one after another.
"Old friend?" Feng Bujue mumbled. "Is it really the guy from Saw? The boss who can transfer mission items between two scenarios? " Then he thought about it. "Wait … In that scenario, I played the role of a reporter by the name of Arthur Sieg, but this time, he called me Feng (Mad) Bujue. Even his name has changed, and he still calls me an old friend?"
Feng Bujue thought about it as he opened the menu to check his inventory. He wanted to see what the so-called special treatment was.
Then … he saw something incredible. — — —
Item Name: One-Shot Kill Pistol
Item Type: Weapon
Quality: Legendary
Offense Points:???
Element: None
Special Effect: One-Shot
Equip Requirement: Marksmanship F
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: This gun has unlimited bullets, and none of its parts can be removed or reloaded. When shooting, you only need to fire one bullet at your current target. As long as you aim at the target and pull the trigger, the bullet will hit its target and kill the target in one shot. — —
When Feng Bujue saw this, his first thought was, After the scenario is over, I have to go to the Thriller Box to take a look at the attributes of this gun and its price …
As for the second item, its attributes were equally shocking.
Item Name: Contra Medal x4
Item Type: Plot Item
Quality: Legendary
Function: Can take the player's death (Cannot be traded, discarded, or taken out from inventory)
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: Strange, why aren't there thirty? Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, B, A …
"Hey … What's going on?" Feng Bujue looked at the two items, and his lips twitched. "This isn't the problem of an old friend, is it? Even your own son can't be better than this!" He paused. "From the looks of it … this scenario is purely about solving puzzles, and it's as difficult as a pile of sh * t, right?"
Feng Bujue sorted out what he had heard in his mind. There was not much information at the moment, and there were some strange situations. For example, since the boss gave me four lives and a one-hit kill weapon, why didn't he remember to give me something like a watch to keep track of time? That was ninety-two minutes. Does the boss know that I can keep track of time in my mind? Wait a minute … He even knows what I have in my inventory and the effects of those things. Why else would he have told me that SCP-500 is useless?
Feng Bujue did not think for long and moved forward. From entering the scenario to listening to the rules, observing the items, and thinking, it took him less than five minutes.
Originally … when Feng Bujue entered this Nightmare Mode Solo Dungeon, he did not expect to clear it, but now, things were different. The voice from the broadcast had successfully seduced … or rather, piqued his interest. One could say that he was trash with only five combat points, and he would not be angry, but one could not say that he was not good at solving puzzles. Furthermore, the boss gave him such a powerful item and gave him an attitude that said, "I don't think you'll be able to clear this scenario anyway."
Feng Bujue was a reader and theorist, so when faced with this kind of provocation, he would risk his life. He was determined to solve all the puzzles. He would rush to the boss and say with condescension, "Give me your knees." Only then would he be satisfied.
…
Feng Bujue was initially standing behind a wall, so there was only one path for him to take.
About five or six minutes later, the scenery in the corridor was still the same, repeating the same thing over and over again. At this time, be it looking forward or backward, everything was as symmetrical as a mirror. If the player closed their eyes and turned around, they would not be able to tell where they came from.
After walking for a while, a slightly wider space appeared in front of him. This was a fan-shaped area that was directly connected to the corridor. There was no door to separate them. After passing through the opening, the walls on both sides extended out in a slanted direction.
There was a curved wall directly opposite him, and every half a meter, there would be an entrance. There were four entrances in total. These entrances had door frames and boards, and they were all open. Behind the four doors was a corridor that was similar to the one Feng Bujue had just walked down.
"Tsk … What is this? I thought it would be a complicated maze or a difficult puzzle. Isn't it just four paths that lead to four bottles of potions? And then set up a room at the end of each path, creating a self-mutilating game or something like that. Humph … What is so special about that? "Feng Bujue scoffed with condescension, venting his annoyance.
However, at that moment, he suddenly heard the sound of running. Listening closely, it was the sound of hurried footsteps and heavy breathing …
The sound came from the first door on the left, and it came from afar. When it reached a certain distance, the runner probably saw someone standing outside the door, and he started to scream, but the content of his scream was, "It's all wrong! You're all wrong! "
Hearing that scream, Feng Bujue felt a sense of déjà vu. However, just to be on the safe side, he still took out the wrench with one hand and the one-shot pistol with the other. If he wanted to injure or kill, he could kill. No matter who it was or what it was, at least he would not lose his life.
However, several seconds later, when the escapee rushed into this fan-shaped area from the corridor behind the first door, Feng Bujue was stunned.
It was a man in a long purple suit. His body was covered in blood, and he was covered in wounds … and the man looked similar to Feng Bujue.
"You will run into certain people and witness certain things. What you see and hear might change your actions and interfere with your judgment."
The sentence that he heard earlier flashed across his mind …
"You …" At that moment, Feng Bujue was still relatively calm. There had to be a logical explanation for what he was seeing. This person who looked like him could be an illusion, a robot, a clone, or some kind of monster with mimicry ability. This was a nightmare scenario at Thriller Paradise; anything could happen. In fact, everything around him could be the mental world of a mental patient, so there was no reason for him to panic over this.
When the wounded Feng Bujue saw this Feng Bujue, he did not show any surprise. He seemed to know that the man was there, and that was why he had shouted when he got close to the door. At that moment, he immediately shouted, "Don't you dare …"
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and Feng Bujue, who escaped from the first door, was hit by a bullet that came from behind him. The bullet was aimed at his neck, and the bullet pierced through his neck. Before he died, he did not manage to finish the rest of the sentence, "Don't you dare …".
Feng Bujue saw his other self being shot down, and he rushed forward. His first reaction was to use both the SCP-500 and the Life Points Recovery Potion to see whether he could save his other self and let him finish his sentence.
However, to his surprise, just as he took his first step, before he could take out the items from his inventory, the Feng Bujue who was shot dissolved into white light and disappeared. The scene of his other self dying was the same as when the real player died.
"Was he just an illusion? Or … "Feng Bujue's mind raced like a storm. Overlapping time, death game, endless terror, reincarnation of nightmares flashed across his mind." … or the me who returned from another timeline? "
His eyes moved away from the empty floor to the first door. At that moment, Feng Bujue's eyes were at an obtuse angle of about 120 degrees from the corridor behind the door. His mind was still trying to figure out what was going on with this pursuit. "If the one who died was me, the Contra Medal should have come into effect … Perhaps the resurrection function of the medal is to transform the player into white light and send them somewhere else? Or perhaps this' me 'has already used up all four medals? "
Feng Bujue held his breath and listened to the sound coming from the corridor. He did not dare poke his head out because the man was using a gun, and his marksmanship was impeccable. From this angle, he was relatively safe, but if he poked his head out, perhaps …
"No … if that is' me ', why would I die? Would a bullet to the neck be enough to end my life? Have the 'me' used up all his life energy? And his Life Points have reached the bottom? "With that in mind, he gasped internally." One-Hit Kill Pistol! "
Feng Bujue's grip on the gun tightened. "Could it be that I was the one who fired the shot?" He nudged several steps forward and leaned against the wall next to the first door. He hid behind the door. "Hey! The one who fired the shot! Are you me? "he shouted in the direction of the voice, and asked what sounded like a very wild question.
The sound transmission in these corridors was strange. Even the smallest sound could travel quite a distance, but the sound of talking could only travel a short distance, and it would not cause an echo.
Feng Bujue roared again, "Even if you are not me, can you at least answer me?"
No one answered him …
Listening closely, since the gunshot, there had been no movement in the corridor, not even the sound of the shooter's footsteps. Therefore, there was a high possibility that there was a person standing, squatting, or lying down in the corridor with a gun in his hand, aiming at the first door. He was waiting for the person outside to lose his cool and poke his head out so that he could take him down in one shot.
Feng Bujue understood that the person that he saw earlier might not have been himself from a different timeline. He might have been overthinking it. Perhaps that was just an illusion used to confuse the enemy, and the shooter was just a long-ranged elite monster. In fact, it was even possible that … there was no shooter in the corridor at all. The gunshot and the death of his other self were just an illusion, a kind of drama. After all, the body was gone, and there were no bullet holes around, so how could he prove that it had really happened?
"Hmm … Should I take a look to confirm it?" Feng Bujue said, but then he thought … What if my speculation is correct? If the person in the corridor is really his future self, then … what will happen?
"If that person is also me, and it is the future me, he will know the decision and thought process that I am about to make. Whether I think positively, negatively, or not, he will know what I will do in the end." Feng Bujue's mind was getting more and more confused. "Hmm … But why won't he communicate with me? Why would he want to kill my other self? What has he experienced, or rather, what will I experience later to cause him to come after me?
"What does' you are all wrong 'mean … What does' don't do anymore 'mean?" Feng Bujue was breaking out in cold sweat. "This handsome guy who was killed, and the handsome guy who killed him, which one is at the end of the timeline, and which one is doing the right thing?" Since he started playing games, this was the first time he had encountered such a dilemma. It was as if no matter how he thought about it, it would not be right.
"Ha … ha ha …" Ten seconds later, Feng Bujue chuckled coldly. "The only one who can stop me is me." He made a very narcissistic statement, and at the same time, he came to a decision. He put away his weapon and shouted, "Whether there is someone there or not, whether it is me or not, I surrender to you now. I will slowly walk out of it. If you wish to communicate with me, then we can talk. If you think you have to kill me, then do it! "
As Feng Bujue spoke, he moved toward the first entrance. At that moment, he chose to believe in himself. He believed in the speculation that his current self had made, and he believed in the decision that his future self would make.
Of course, the most important thing was that he had the Contra Medal as a guarantee.
At that moment, Feng Bujue seemed to understand why he had four medals and a pistol. These were probably the basic conditions to clear this scenario.
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