Fantasy Game: Infinite City

"The copy has been loaded, and the environment is loading..."

A white light flashed, and Han Zu entered a new instance. A mechanically synthesized voice briefly introduced the basic information of the instance.

"Instance name: Room B44"

"Number of players: 3"

"Difficulty: Nightmare"

"Clearance goal: Leave room B44"

"Special rules: The player system panel is temporarily blocked. In the current instance, the player's appearance is forcibly adjusted to the average value."

"Om~"

The incandescent light came on, and Han Zu found himself sitting at a round table. Including himself, there were a total of six people sitting around the table. To be precise, there were actually five people, because the person directly opposite Han Zu had no head and was a corpse. Judging from the dried blood, he must have been dead for a long time.

Han Zu found that his appearance had changed into a 1.80-meter-tall man. He glanced at the others and found that except for gender, everyone's appearance was roughly the same, including himself. Everyone wore a fitted suit and a mask covering their face. The masks were all white and identical. The only difference was that each mask had an English letter on it, from A to F. Even the dead man had a mask. His mask was covered with dried blood and placed on the table in front of his body. The front of the mask was facing up, and his letter could be seen to be "D".

The incandescent light on the ceiling didn't work very well and could only illuminate the table between the five people.

"I'm really sorry. Mr. D doesn't follow the rules very well. I apologize to everyone on his behalf."

In the darkness behind the headless corpse, a man walked out. He was dressed very elegantly in a tailor-made brown suit, but there was something strange about him: his head was that of a night owl, not a human head.

He moved his finger towards the headless corpse, and the corpse stood up by itself and walked into the darkness. The man with the night owl's head sat in his seat, not caring about the dried blood on it.

"Let me introduce myself. You can call me Mr. S. I am the owner of this building. Since you are able to come to room B44, I believe you have made all the preparations. So I will not waste any more words. Just state your request."

“I want to gain wealth!”

The man with the letter E on his mask stated his request first. Judging from his tone, he should be a middle-aged man.

"What do you mean by wealth?"

Night Owl placed his right hand on the table and tapped the table rhythmically with his five fingers.

"Of course it's money! I want money! The more the better!"

"No problem! This is the simplest request! But you know, if you want to get something, you have to pay the corresponding price, or play a simple little game with me."

"Can I ask what the price is, and what is the game you are talking about?"

"Of course, no problem, Mr. E. The price is time. You have to pay me how much money you want. And my little game is just a slightly modified Russian roulette. The rules are very simple."

Mr. E made his choice without thinking.

“I choose to give my time!”

"Okay Mr. E, how much do you want?"

"Uh... I want 500 million!"

"Oh, sorry, you don't have enough time to exchange for so much money. I suggest you try a small game."

"I don't have time to play any damn games with you, so how much can I get in exchange?"

"300."

"Switch them all!"

"no problem!"

With a snap of his fingers, two suitcases suddenly appeared on the table. When the suitcases were opened, they were filled with brand new cash, all in non-consecutive banknotes.

"They are yours Mr. E."

"Tsk, it's so little!"

Although he expressed disgust, Mr. E was not slow at all. After checking the cash, he quickly closed the box and grabbed the handle. Mr. E was about to take the box and leave, but Mr. S held down the box. He was surprisingly strong, and Mr. E was unable to lift the box.

"Equivalent exchange, Mr. E, you should pay the price."

"Hurry up! I'm in a hurry!"

"no problem."

Mr. S snapped his fingers, and Mr. E's body aged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. After just one minute, Mr. E turned into a dried mummy and stood there.

"call."

With a puff of air, Mr. E's body turned to ash, and without the clothes and mask that supported it, he fell to the ground.

"So we've dealt with Mr. E. Who's next?"

The remaining three people seemed to be unconcerned about Mr. E's death. Soon, the woman with the letter A on her mask spoke.

"I need to leave this building."

"No problem, but you need to play a game with me, the game I mentioned before."

"Okay, let's get started."

Mr. S leaned back in his seat and clapped his hands toward the darkness. A man in a waiter's uniform opened the door and walked to his side. His head was a rabbit, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was holding a tray covered with velvet. After placing the tray on the table, the rabbit bowed and quickly left the room.

"Let me briefly explain the rules."

After the velvet cloth was removed, a double-barreled shotgun with a shortened barrel, two eye patches and some neatly arranged shotgun bullets were revealed on the tray.

"We use rock-paper-scissors to decide who gets the gun first. After getting the gun, the winner needs to decide how many bullets to load into the gun. During this process, the loser must wear a blindfold and cannot peek. The person loading the bullets can choose to load two bullets, one bullet, or no bullets. After loading, the loser can choose who to shoot, whether to shoot, and which of the two triggers to use. Both triggers cannot be used at the same time. Everyone has only two chances to shoot and two chances not to shoot. After the gun goes off, the person who survives wins. Miss A, did you understand the rules?"

"What if there is a tie? That is, both sides have used up their two chances to shoot, but no gun went off. How do we calculate it?"

"The dealer wins."

"I know, let's get started."

Miss A took the initiative. Mr. S temporarily put on a blindfold and took the shotgun. After a little thought, Miss A loaded a bullet into the left magazine. The bullet and the double-barreled shotgun seemed to have been specially treated. The loading process did not make any sound, so it was impossible to judge by the sound.

"All right."

After loading the shotgun, Ms. A put the gun back on the tray, and Mr. S took off his blindfold and picked up the shotgun.

"I decided to shoot myself, and I chose trigger number two."

"Click."

Mr. S was lucky because the No. 2 trigger controlled the right barrel and the gun did not go off.

"Looks like I'm lucky."

Mr. S removed the bullets from the gun and put the shotgun back on the tray.

The second time, it was Miss A who took the initiative. She loaded the bullet in the same position. Mr. S took off his blindfold, but this time he did not pick up the shotgun.

"I chose not to shoot."

After ejecting the bullets from the shotgun, a smile appeared on Mr. S's Night Owl's head.

"It seems I'm really lucky."

In the third round, Mr. S took the initiative. He did not reload the bullet and put the gun back on the tray.

After taking off the blindfold, Miss A picked up the shotgun and pointed it at Mr. S.

"Trigger number one, hit you."

"Click."

The gun didn't fire and the game continued.

Miss A got the upper hand again, and this time she didn't reload.

"I chose not to shoot."

I opened the magazine and it was empty.

"It seems like I have a good chance of winning. You used up two chances not to shoot and one chance to shoot."

"Everything is unpredictable."

Mr. S didn't seem nervous at all and continued playing the game with Miss A.

Mr. S got the upper hand, and he still didn't reload the bullet this time. Miss A thought about it and chose not to shoot. She opened the shotgun and found that there was no bullet inside.

Mr. S took the initiative again. This time he loaded the bullet into the right barrel of the gun. Ms. A also chose not to shoot.

After ejecting the bullet from the chamber, Miss A put the shotgun back on the tray.

"Now each of us only has one chance to shoot. Let's see who will get lucky."

Mr. S still had a smile on his night owl head, but Miss A could hardly smile anymore. The two of them played the last game.

Miss A got the upper hand, and she decided to take a gamble and loaded two bullets into the shotgun.

"I choose trigger number one and shoot myself."

"boom!"

Mr. S pulled the trigger and blew his own head apart, his body collapsing on the seat.

"I win! Can I leave this building now?"

Speaking into the darkness, a woman with a dove head walked out. She was wearing an evening dress, stretched out a hand, pushed Mr. S's body off the seat, and sat on it herself.

"Of course Miss A, you may leave the building."

Miss A stood up, walked to the door of the room, pushed open the door of B44, and walked out.

Taking this opportunity, the pigeon introduced itself to the remaining three people.

"You can call me Ms. G. I am here to listen to your request on behalf of Mr. S. Ms. B, what is your request?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, I said finally."

Ms. B was a little conflicted and she gave the chance to speak to the next person.

"So, Mr. C, what is your request?"

After thinking for a while, Mr. C stated his request.

"I want you to get Miss A back."

"No problem, it's easy, then you want to..."

"use this."

Mr. C took out a strange gold coin from his pocket. It was triangular in shape and he handed the currency to Ms. G.

Ms. G looked very happy after taking the money.

"Thank you for your generosity Mr. C. This will complete your request."

She tapped the table with a finger and suddenly appeared in her original seat.

"Thank you..."

"You're welcome."

Although Miss A, who had already left, was brought back, she did not seem angry. Instead, she thanked Mr. C. It seemed that there was more to this matter than meets the eye.

"Now it's your turn, Mr. F. What is your request?"

Mr. F is Han Zu. He had been observing others silently, and he thought of something.

He didn't say anything, just stood up, walked to the door of the room, pushed it open, walked out, and closed the door.

After walking out of the room, Han Zu looked back at the room number, which read "B43". This was not the room B44 mentioned in the mission. Turning back, he saw a corridor that looked like a floor of a high-end hotel. He walked and looked around the entire floor, but Han Zu did not find room B44 on this floor.

Han Zu came to the elevator, called for it, and walked into the elevator. Han Zu pressed the button for the first floor. The elevator door closed, and Han Zu sorted out the current information.