That was the end of the introduction.
At that moment, the scenery before Feng Bujue changed, and at the same time, he regained control of his body.
"What the hell?" When Brother Jue regained consciousness, he felt uncomfortable because … his whole body was buried in the sand, and only his head was poking out of the sand.
[Random loading has been completed. You are playing the role of No.9, Stephen Carbon.] The system announcement came at the right time.
"Even if I'm Carbon, there's no need to bury me, right?" Feng Bujue complained, but he did not forget to exert his strength to crawl out from the sand, but …
"Important Hint: Your equipment, inventory, skill bar, and sorcery weapon have been locked. Your basic physical fitness will mimic Stephen Carbon's standard."
"Another limitation … Fine … In any case, when I chose the Solo Nightmare, I was already prepared for this …" Feng Bujue gave up struggling because he knew it was a waste of energy. "Look on the bright side … At least the character I'm playing is not bad physically."
Obviously, when Brother Jue was watching the introduction, he had already considered the question of 'role-playing'. He knew that the system would not allow a male player to use the body of a female celebrity (Luohan), and it would not allow him to play the role of the judge and host (Clam Wells). Therefore, he had to be one of the remaining nine.
Now that he had been randomly selected as Stephen Carbon, it was good news. From the introductory cinematic, Stephen Carbon was around forty years old. He was of average build and did not have any obvious disabilities. He had a good physique …
"Important Hint 2: In this scenario, Stamina Points will be depleted due to hunger, thirst, fatigue, and pain."
"Hmm … Similar to the situation at Devil's Maw Island, I'll need to find a way to alleviate it …" Feng Bujue said after hearing that. "In any case, the most important thing now … is to get out of this place."
Even so, Brother Jue really had no other choice. With his current physical fitness, it was impossible for him to escape on his own without the aid of items or skills.
"Hey! Stephen, it seems like you've run into some trouble. "Suddenly, a voice sounded.
The voice came from behind Feng Bujue. As Brother Jue couldn't turn his head around, he could only turn his face slightly and look at the other party from the corner of his eyes.
"Bell?" Brother Jue did not see the person clearly, but based on the figure and voice, he was sure that it was Clam Wells.
"Yes, it's me." As Clam Wells spoke, he went around to Brother Jue and squatted down to face him. "Buddy, the feeling of sunbathing isn't bad, right?"
"Not … not so good." Feng Bujue's acting skills came online. He put on an expression that was between nervousness and seriousness, and said what a normal person would say. "I think … I'll be dehydrated soon if this goes on."
"That's right, the sand on the beach …" Clam Wells replied as he grabbed a handful of sand in front of Brother Jue. "It's exposed to the sun every day, so the temperature is very high … In severe cases, it may burn the skin." When he said this, he didn't look at Brother Jue at all. Instead, he looked at the camera lens that was following closely behind him.
The level of technology in this universe seemed to be very high. At this time, the camera that was filming Brother Jue and Clam Wells was not carried by anyone. Instead, it was in a hovering state. It was similar to the technology used by The Bruce and his gang in the script of I, The Clown.
"Why the hell are you trying to explain to the audience at a time like this …" Feng Bujue said in his mind.
Brother Jue also saw the hovering machine, but he didn't show any surprise. It wasn't strange for such a thing to appear in the game world.
"Okay, I think the audience doesn't want to see you quit at the beginning of the game." Clam Wells said as he removed the large backpack on his back. Then he reached out to dig at the sand around Brother Jue's neck. "Let me give you a hand, buddy."
Before he finished, he had already dug up a large pile of sand with his bare hands.
In less than three minutes, he had dug up all the sand above Brother Jue's chest and used two strong arms to pull him out of the sand.
"Are you okay, Stephen?" "Are you okay?" Clam Wells asked in a relaxed tone after doing all this under the hot sun. He didn't even take a breath.
"I'm fine." Feng Bujue pretended to be grateful and replied, "Thank you, Bell."
"You're welcome. This is my duty," Clam Wells replied. "Guide and supervise, do you still remember?"
"Yes … I remember." Feng Bujue didn't say too much and gave the most basic answer.
Brother Jue had interacted with many different types of NPCs in many different scenarios, so he knew very well that in this situation, he should speak less and listen more.
"Let me see … long-sleeved t-shirt, suit pants, leather shoes …" Clam Wells started to study Brother Jue's attire. As he did so, he commented, "Do you think you're here for a vacation? Stephen. "
Clam Wells' action was undoubtedly a performance. As a member of the show, he naturally knew what the contestants were wearing when they came to the island. He was just doing his routine.
"No … I …" Feng Bujue understood this kind of trick used in reality shows. He purposely made an awkward expression and stuttered half a sentence.
"Never mind. At this point, you'll have to wear these to conquer the wilderness before you." Clam Wells interrupted him and turned to open his backpack.
"Every time you meet Bell, you can use him to retrieve one item from your inventory. (Multiple consumables stacked in the same inventory will be removed.)"
At that second, the system announcement appeared before Brother Jue's eyes.
"You know the rules, Stephen." Clam Wells squatted next to the backpack and rummaged through it. "Tell me, which survival item do you wish to take from me?"
For a normal person, this setting should be a test. Because the inventory in the game menu was locked, the players could not see what was inside their backpack. In other words … the players had to rely on their memory to pick the item that they needed.
But for Feng Bujue, this was a piece of cake. "I want … the WJQ-308 military shovel." He only had thirteen items in his backpack. Even if there were twenty-three or thirty-three items, he could give the answer immediately.
"Oh, that's a very good choice. If it were me, I would choose that as well." Clam Wells quickly took the shovel out from the backpack and passed it to Brother Jue. "Then …" He lowered his head to look at his watch. "It's now the first day. It's 12: 10 am. The competition has been going on for ten minutes." He paused and glanced at the camera. "Stephen, are you ready to hear your first hint?"
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