I died on the first day of the game

The memory was still a little fuzzy, but the smooth touch of her fingertips made Yi Mian realize that she had been transferred.

Taking a deep breath, the young man quickly woke up and looked around.

This is a dim room with no other furniture. There is only a dark brown solid wood round table in front of you. A thread hangs from the ceiling, hanging the lamp in mid-air. See clearly the faces sitting around.

Eight leather chairs were placed evenly around the round table. Besides him, there were four men and two women. Although most of them looked not sober, their eyes immediately turned cautious when they saw him looking over.

Yi Mian couldn't help sighing in her heart.

People's ability to adapt is really strong. Calculated by time, most people only play games for a few months, but they can quickly accept the reality, accept the cruel environment, and keep vigilant at all times.

Even the little girl who looked no older than him with a student's head cut across from him had a sullen face, and her eyes showed a coldness that did not match her age.

He didn't have any provocative thoughts, his eyes just swept across their faces, and they were gone as soon as they were touched.

There are even two "acquaintances" here, but it's obviously not wise to exchange pleasantries in this situation, Yi Mian pretended not to notice anything, and calmly looked away.

The gloomy lighting made the atmosphere even more depressing, and no one was willing to speak.

It was the electronic sound that broke the silence first.

"Welcome to the game field numbered D-21, the name of the game is "Role Playing"."

"Game mission: Help your faction win."

"Game Survivor: 7...unknown."

"Game Freeman: Unknown."

"It is detected that the novice period has passed, and the customer service will not answer questions on the 20th. I wish you all a smooth game."

role play?

Before a few people figured out the mission of the game, another lively female voice rang out: "Good morning, survivors! You woke up so late, it's already 42:[-]!"

"Look at the alarm clock in front of you...huh?"

"Sorry, it turns out I haven't taken out the alarm clock yet."

She greeted cheerfully, muttered to herself, and with a beep, a square clock fell to the center of the table, with the time marked on all four sides, so that eight people from different directions could see it clearly .

"Nine forty-two, this time it's a real good morning!"

The clock jumped a few times obediently, and the number stopped at 42:[-].

"I am the host of this game, you can call me Lingling~ I will announce the rules of this game, please listen carefully!"

"Here are eight identity cards. I will randomly assign them to everyone later. They are the king card, the pope card, the prince card, the four commoner cards and the assassin card. Which card you get means what kind of card you want to play. identity."

"Assassins take killing the king as their top priority. Once the king dies, the assassin player will clear the game immediately. Correspondingly, the top priority of other players is to kill the assassin!"

"It should be noted that it is forbidden to reveal your identity to anyone! I know that you know each other, but you can try to tell it now."

The surroundings were silent for a while, and there was a low voice. Yi Mian put the back of her hand against the lower half of her face, lowered her head slightly, and said softly, "I'm a commoner."

As soon as the word civilian was out of his mouth, he was silenced. He tried to say a few more words, and found that as long as he wanted to express his identity, he couldn't make a sound.

But does this prevent others from identifying themselves?Yi Mian raised her eyebrows thoughtfully.

Apparently someone else thought about this problem, a man in his 30s raised his hand and said loudly: "I am not a king, not a pope, not a prince and not a thief, I won't say what else is left! - This sentence can say , doesn’t that count as revealing your identity?”

The people around showed expressions of watching the excitement, but the female voice still didn't fluctuate, and there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm: "Ah, it's okay, you should think more about how to make your teammates believe what you said."

The man's face froze for a moment, he didn't know what he thought of, and put down his hand embarrassingly, with an angry expression but didn't choke again.

"laugh."

Someone glanced at him disdainfully, obviously regarded the man as a brainless cannon fodder that often appeared in the game and couldn't recognize the status quo, as if it was an insult to IQ to keep his eyes on him for a second.

But Yi Mian kept staring at this person from the corner of her eye, and did not miss the movement of the other party's eyes subconsciously turning to the side when the female voice mentioned her teammate.

Seeing that no one retorted, the voice continued with satisfaction: "Get out of this room, and you will no longer be yourself. Remember to play your own identities at all times!"

As soon as the voice fell, the eight cards floated down out of thin air, spread out in all directions consciously, and landed in front of everyone.

Yi Mian opened it and took a look, there was a line of small characters besides the king's cursive characters:

Some whimsical commoner is trying to take your place, kindness is not in the king's dictionary, and you know what to do.

Everyone clasped the cards tightly in their hands, obviously seeing the extra words on the cards, their expressions were uncertain.

The female voice added slowly: "Ah, I forgot to mention that there are separate missions for each identity on the card. If you think it's too cruel to kill, you can pass the level by completing this mission."

Yi Mian only took this sentence as fart. Originally, there was only one person who targeted him, but now there are more people who come to kill him for nothing. The cruelty has not decreased but increased.

"You can't tell people about this task—forget it, I guess no one will believe you when you say it, so it doesn't matter."

"Have you finished reading it? Now go out through the door behind you, and someone will tell you how to do it."

The cards and the table disappeared in front of their eyes. The survivors who had been staring at the table looked back subconsciously, only to find eight rectangular outlines emerging on the white wall behind them, each of which corresponded to their positions.

The inch-cut man raised his hand again and asked, "What if I enter someone else's door?"

The female voice smiled: "It's a good way to commit suicide. If you really have no hope of passing the level, you can try it."

It seems that this is also one of the rules. It is the psychology of most NPCs to play tricks on the survivors. This Lingling also hides a lot of things. death trap.

After understanding the voiceover, everyone walked to their door obediently, looked at each other a few times, put their hands against the door, and pushed forward vigorously.

After a few bright lights, there was no one in the room.

After entering the door, the wall immediately closed and could not be opened, Yi Mian could only walk forward carefully.

After passing through a closed corridor, at the end is a magnificent hall, in which there are a few people standing faintly.

Seeing him approaching, these people immediately lowered their heads, bowed ninety degrees respectfully, and shouted in unison:

"Lord King!"

Yi Mian: ...

Was it because he was afraid that his identity would not be revealed quickly enough?

"Are you here...?"

Yi Mian hasn't figured out the routine of this game yet, so she can only throw out a vague question, trying to get some useful content out of the NPC's mouth.

On the contrary, these five people talked to him like beans in a bamboo tube, as if they had been programmed.

After listening for a long time, Yi Mian probably understood what they meant.

I am quite incompetent as the "king". Since I took office, I have never held banquets, nor promulgated laws and treaties, nor even appeared in front of the masses, and I have never seen much of my subordinates.

For others, king is just a distant term.

Whether it sounds reasonable or not, at least it's a good thing.

Yi Mian thought for a while and then asked, "Have you met the Pope?"

"No." One of them shook his head honestly, "You didn't let us have any contact with him before."

"What about the prince?"

The five continued to shake their heads in unison.

Judging from his identity, the prince is considered the closest person to the king, so it makes no sense that they haven't met him.

Putting her doubts to the bottom of her heart, Yi Mian talked with a few more people for a while, and gradually found that although these people looked like people, they had no independent thinking ability in essence, and their emotional tone was very single. They could only answer some questions that did not involve secrets. The problem, it is estimated that the game prepares for them to play the "role" of the supporting role tool people.

Seeing that there was nothing to ask, Yi Mian casually ordered someone: "Then take me out, remember not to reveal my identity."

"Yes."

The man nodded, and skillfully walked up to Yi Mian, leading him the way.

Just as the two were about to go out, a haunting female voice sounded from above their heads.

"Lucky player, did you draw the Chinese ace?"

"Are you asking me? I thought there was a rule against revealing anyone's identity."

Yi Mian's face was cold, and she threw back the words she had warned the players just now.

Several NPCs didn't respond to the conversation between the two of them, and stood still. The host who claimed to be Lingling paused: "Uh, that's right..."

"But the king is an exception!"

Fearing that Yi Mian would say a few more words that she couldn't catch up with, she didn't give the other party time to react, so she continued to finish in one breath, "The king governs the entire country, and his perfunctory attitude has caused dissatisfaction among the masses. You need to post a notice today, and on May Hold a party in Tianhou, call all the players, and invite one person to dance the first dance as a king."

The dark-haired youth frowned.

He vaguely felt that the game was still targeting him. If the mission on the board was to check and balance the weak assassin with multiple partners, then holding a dance party was to force him to divulge his information.

Destruction is far easier than protection. The king's information is constantly exposed, and teammates in the same camp will think it is easier to find the king. Whether it is a bait or a trap, his situation will be more difficult at that time.

The game does not provide him with any information about the assassin, including whether he has weapons and props. Even if his physical fitness is beyond ordinary people, he dare not directly confront him.

Another civilian is like a bomb hidden in the dark, who does not know when it will be detonated suddenly.

"Okay, I won't say anything else, and I will give you a final reminder."

The female voice suddenly straightened her voice and said seriously,

"Remember, you are the king."

Walking out of the lobby, Yi Mian realized that she was in a tall two-story building just now, surrounded by low-rise ordinary houses. It was a country in name, and as far as the eye could see, there was no small town where games had been played. big.

His first reaction was to look around immediately. Fortunately, there were no familiar faces, otherwise, if someone saw him coming out of here, his chances of being exposed would immediately increase five times.

Walking on the road, occasionally someone passed by, they all looked dull, swaying back and forth with mechanical steps.

The streets are extremely clean, with no traces of residence, and the green plants on the street are all uniformly emerald green, full of unreality everywhere, like props set up temporarily for this role-playing game.

Yi Mian bypassed several houses, and soon came to an open space in the center of the city, where several teammates were already waiting.

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