C1—- The First Day of the Opening of the Land

Posted on October 2, 2022by UntamedS

 

“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, and thy will be done on earth ……”

 

When Feng Huai woke up, it was as if a child’s tender childish voice was still ringing in his head, but he couldn’t really hear it.

 

The pain in his chest was like a million insects and rats gnawing at his flesh and blo-od, he looked down at his chest and saw a cross wound about the size of a fist turning over the flesh, the white bones were faintly visible.

 

His hand held a piece of iron, through the reflection of the iron, he could see “his” face.

 

Most of his features were covered by short, weed-like hair, and the bridge of his nose didn’t have thick-rimmed glasses.

 

This wasn’t his face.

 

No one in the nine states of the world didn’t admire Feng Huai the Great’s poise – how could Feng Huai the Great have such an ordinary face?

 

He hadn’t yet figured out his current situation, but it was obvious that this body was in a very poor state.

 

“System binding: Feng Huai (near death).”

 

An abrupt voice sounded in his mind.

 

The man’s eyes suddenly sharpened, all the dying sickness seemed to fade away in this instant, he looked like a sheathed sword.

 

–He didn’t know that at this moment his features seemed to have become different from the previous state, like a layer of fog clearing, he became more distinctive.

 

A little more like the great Feng Huai.

 

The voice in his head continued to broadcast without interval.

 

“Choose whether to accept the mission: death row prison horror night survival.”

 

“Mission reward: according to the mission completion evaluation, player will obtain the corresponding points.”

 

“Note: points can be used in a lottery.”

 

“Accepting the mission can change the near-death state.”

 

Feng Huai felt the little life left in this body, he felt like his soul was imprisoned in this dying body, and even if he had great ability, he couldn’t break free from a dying body, his soul would sooner or later be silenced together with this body.

 

His eyes sank slightly.

“The mission is considered accepted.
Please try to live.”

 

“If there are no special circumstances, the mission system will not appear frequently in the host’s daily horror life.”

 

“Everyday horror life?” Feng Huai’s voice was hoarse and broken, coarse as if gravel particles had crushed through his throat, he guessed this body might not have spoken for a long time.

 

As soon as he spoke, the scene before him suddenly shifted and a sharp, playful laugh accompanied by intense dizziness struck his nerves.

 

“Scene map loading …… death row prison scene loading….
completed.
Note that this is a copy of the newbie guide game, the popular live and reward function is not enabled for now.”

 

“Background description: time in the future interstellar, two thousand years later, the planet has just experienced a century-long war catastrophe.”
“You are the thirteenth death row inmate of Death Row Prison Zero.”

 

“Death Row Zero is located on a cliff top, converted from an abandoned orphanage in the last century.
Every midnight, Death Row Zero looks like it’s waking up.
The howling of children, the roar of men, the laughter of women, tormented the nerves of every death row inmate like a nightmare – and, of course, they deserved it.”

 

“But then, someone began to die for real, blo-od soaking through the ropes, the neck loops like bright red scarves, hanging in long hanging tails.
The bl-oody words appeared in the hidden corners of the prison along with the curved moon: Is it your turn today?”

 

“Complete the main line: decipher the night of terror in Death Row Prison Zero, player will receive 5 points.”

 

“Please feel free to explore and live well.”

This voice was like a sign of the beginning of the game.

 

Feng Huai opened his eyes after the dizziness passed, and the scene in front of him had turned into a small, four-square space.

 

Above the side of the wall, there was a bean curd-sized grill window, and the curved yellow string moon could be seen outside the window.

 

“Hey, new guy, are you asleep?” A man’s hushed voice came from the upper bunk above his head, “Do you know what will happen tonight ……?”

 

Feng Huai looked up, it was a thin-looking man, with an inverted triangle goatee, speaking with tentativeness and questions in his eyes.

 

“Hey, are you afraid?” A mocking, playful laugh came from the cell next door.

 

“Yes, it was your roommate who died last time, so maybe it’s your turn this time.”

Goatee’s face hardened for a moment as he looked at Feng Huai.

 

Feng Huai didn’t make a sound, but looked down at his own body –

 

He peeled off his orange prison clothes, and his slender, pale fingertips gently touched the clean, unblemished skin – where there should have been a bloody hole, but in the moonlight, it revealed a nearly pale, but bare chest.

 

However, the dull pain didn’t go away, it lingered in his heart, every beat of his heart seems to involve that pain.

 

The goateed man didn’t pay attention Feng Huai’s movements, he poked his body out and bent his head and neck to loo