[Comprehensive] Clown training game

Faced with the sudden system sound, Mr. J simply ignored it, probably because the feeling of death was too painful, and he had no time to care about other things;

In addition to this electronic sound that kept disturbing him, he even hallucinated the sound of footsteps.Did someone find out that he couldn't do it so soon?Or, were the guards watching him the whole time?

"After ten seconds, the system will automatically choose to open the novice benefit dungeon. Note that this dungeon can only be opened once. Please ask the host to choose."

Shut up!So annoying!He was like quietly going to heaven.

"Clown?" A voice was so low and hoarse that it was not human-like, it was not any of Arkham's guards. When Mr. J heard the man, he did not rush in, but asked with a more gloomy voice: "How long has he been like this?" gone?"

When he was about to pass out, the last thing Mr. J saw was the man's black boots and the dark black cloak hanging behind him.Tsk, no normal person wears a cape these days!

"Ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one! Newbie dungeons are randomly generated, I wish you a happy game."

Happy God, he just wants to die and go back.

The darkness, the boundless darkness, is not frightening, but brings an infinite sense of security, like a baby returning to its mother's womb. Mr. J can't recall the last time he was so peaceful.

He was born in a wealthy family, but later his family fell into disrepair, so he turned his back on the shore and studied hard, hoping that one day he would be able to stand out again.Seeing that everything is out of sight, why did I end up in such a situation?

Ugh……

When Mr. J woke up slowly, the burning sensation of stomach cramps had disappeared, and he couldn't even feel any pain.When he raised his hands, he found himself translucent.Alas, is it dead and turned into a ghost?

However, no one could answer him. Mr. J found himself in a small town, surrounded by gray snowflakes, falling one after another, covering all the buildings with a layer of haze. There seemed to be no one in this place.

And he was in a hospital-like place, where only a few lights were turned on and off, the whole place was lifeless and gloomy, and he could even hear low cries from upstairs, and the pain And caused the pumping.

Here is a copy of the novice benefits?Where are the benefits?

The attributes of the characters can still be checked, but the task has become "the main line of the copy: find Alessa. Tip: Alessa is a cute and innocent little girl, she is in need of your help, please extend your love and the hands of peace."

Wait, how could a little girl appear in such a place?And do ghosts really have hands?No, he has already appeared, so scare the little girl to tears.

Mr. J sighed, it seems that the system will not let him leave this ghostly place unless he completes the task.He could actually hear a young girl crying upstairs, and it seemed that it was Alessa.

He looked up at the fluttering snowflakes outside the window, turned around and floated upstairs, almost directly through the ceiling. In the corridor, he saw a few plastic mannequins in strange shapes, all wearing nurse's clothes, and he didn't know who was so wicked .

Mr. J floated directly to the only hospital bed with lights on, and sure enough there was a little girl lying there, but her whole body was wrapped in bandages, her skin looked burnt extensively, she couldn't move, and her expression was very painful.

"Alyssa?"

"You are here, the one who is destined to help me."

The girl who was wrapped in bandages so that only one eye was left did not have any fear, but instead grinned a strange smile. She was still in such pain that this bright smile was incompatible with the facial expression and was abnormally distorted.

However, the system has never prompted to complete the main task one.

Mr. J just paused for a moment, then stretched out his ghostly hands and held Aretha's bandage-wrapped little hand. The latter smiled even sweeter, stared at him and said slowly: "Great, please is you."

Sure enough, the next moment, the system task was updated to the main task [-]: Help Aretha and kill all the remaining residents in the town.Tip: Frenzied pleasures are bound to end in frenzy.

Mr. J: ... so cruel?What about the innocent and cute little girl you promised?What about love and peace?

However, the novice benefit dungeon is obviously much friendlier than the "Prison Simulator". When Aretha recognized him as a companion, Mr. J found two lines of words in his empty skill bar:

Summon of Silent Hill (instance only): Summon Silent Hill monster "Lying Figure"*1, lasts for 10 minutes, and cools down for one hour. (This skill can be upgraded)

Silence (for use in dungeons only): After placing the index finger on the lips to make a "silence" action, the target will be prohibited from speaking for 1 minute. The number of individuals that can be silenced at the same time is three, and there is no cooling time. (This skill can be upgraded)

It was also because of curiosity that Mr. J lowered his head and used "Summon of Silent Hill" as soon as he thought about it. The next moment, a disgusting monster appeared next to his soul body. This thing has no face, no, it's accurate For example, it is covered with something that keeps it bound all the time.

Mr. J suppressed his nausea, looked carefully, and suddenly realized that that layer was his own skin!

Fuck the man in his suit!It walked slowly, making people worry that it might trip over itself, and it would make distorted growls from time to time, writhing desperately trying to get out of its own skin.

Aretha smiled happily on the hospital bed, but Mr. J felt that if he hadn't been incorporeal, he would probably spit out all the food he had eaten in his previous life.

But in any case, the task still needs to be done, even though Mr. J is very resistant to killing people.At the beginning, he never even went out to find out where the residents were. He just stayed by the hospital bed, talked with the little girl, and even played some simple games.

He drew a chessboard on the sandboard, taught Aretha how to play chess, and racked his brains to find various stories from his memory, and told her in an exaggerated voice when the little girl was pale in pain.

Aretha hardly smiled, he meant the kind of little girl's smile that was genuinely innocent and happy.Even though Mr. J had tried his best, the little guy who was seriously injured and sick could at most twitch his lips.

There was too much pain and hatred in her heart. Although Mr. J didn't know why, he was not a fool. The burning malice in those eyes could not be ignored no matter what.