Chapter 1

As the teleportation time limit arrived, Li Ang opened his eyes and found himself standing in a dense, lush forest. Thick foliage overhead, and a path leading to a stream underfoot.

Standing in the forest with Li Ang were the following players.

The first was a middle-aged white man, his sparse, messy blond hair drooping over his forehead. He had a haggard face with deep, dark circles under his eyes, and was wearing a suit and trousers. He carried no weapons—except for the burning cigarette perched above his ear.

His overall appearance gave the impression of a miserable middle-aged man in the throes of a crisis, who had overslept, skipped breakfast, and desperately squeezed onto the subway in a race to avoid being late for work.

This brother was none other than John Joyce, the Prometheus Corporation employee who had been in the same deathmatch mission as Li Ang.

He had been arrested by the Special Affairs Bureau for his suspicious movements, and although he had sent a call for help to Prometheus Corporation before being thrown into jail,

the higher-ups at the company did explain the situation to the Special Affairs Bureau, requesting that they bail him out.

However, the Special Affairs Bureau completely ignored them, after all, John Joyce had also participated in this deathmatch mission and might have played an important role.

So, for the past few days, John had been interrogated by the Special Affairs Bureau, telling them every single piece of information he knew.

He even recounted the time in his childhood when he went to his hometown farm and kept a chick as a pet in his quilt, only to find that the pet chick had been crushed to death by him rolling over the next day.

It wasn't until half an hour ago that he received notification of the script mission. He pressed the alarm button in his solitary cell, and the Special Affairs Bureau, after brief consideration, returned his equipment and items to him, allowing John to carry out this mission.

The second was a white woman with a shapely figure and wavy, smooth golden hair that fell to her waist.

She wore a very figure-flattering one-piece leather suit and high heels,

and held a large-caliber pistol in each hand, with a tactical belt around her waist.

Her overall look was a bit like Anne Hathaway's Catwoman in *The Dark Knight Rises*.

Regardless of its combat effectiveness, this kind of tight leather suit was quite pleasing to the eye,

especially for the broad masses of the American people, for whom tight leather suits seemed to have an extra boost to attractiveness.

In addition, she wore a masquerade-style black feather mask, covering a small part of her face, the exposed half of which was enough to prove her beauty.

The third was a thin Latino youth with dark skin, a buzz cut, sunglasses, a colorful hoodie, and beach shorts, with Bluetooth headphones around his neck.

The fourth was a middle-aged black man, on the heavier side, with a half-white beard, round glasses, a kindly face, a loose red plaid wool shirt, and fluffy brown slippers.

The five players, including Li Ang, stood in place, silently sizing up the others, none of them speaking.

"Well, you guys have quite the unique styles,"

Li Ang spoke up, breaking the silence. "You don't look like warriors here for a mission, more like a bunch of cosplayers who wandered onto a film set."

Hearing his words, the other four focused their attention on him, their expressions somewhat strange.

In their eyes, Li Ang's outfit was probably the most bizarre of the group.

At this moment, Li Ang was wearing tactical pants, a spacious black cloak over a brown-yellow bulletproof vest, and a red sweater underneath.

In addition, he wore a red hat, a red mask, and black sunglasses.

The giant, man-high scythe in his hands swayed unconsciously with the rustling wind, reflecting a cold light.

His overall look was like a perverted serial killer, a serial perverted killer, or a serial killer pervert.

In any case, he didn't look like a good person.

Li Ang ignored the others' gazes, flourished his scythe, and casually said, "What should I call you guys?"

"Just call me John." The unlucky ex-CIA agent John Joyce sighed, sounding rather listless.

"Julia," the woman in the leather suit said coolly, her voice quite pleasant.

"Smoker," the thin Latino youth pushed up his sunglasses and crossed his arms.

"Bob," the black old man smiled kindly, showing no intention of putting down the shotgun in his hand.

Clearly, the players, including Li Ang, had no intention of revealing more information, such as player nicknames, levels, or titles.

In the Killing Field Game, a player's identity attributes are naturally of utmost importance, but divisions such as nationality, ethnicity, culture, and skin color still exist. They have not disappeared with the advent of the Killing Field Game.

On the contrary, the differences between players from different regions will only become greater over time.

The lone wolf players of East Asia and the players of South America, who are domesticated and raised by multinational conglomerates and local armed forces, are practically two different species.

Those who are not of my kind must have different intentions. What's more, these are all foreign players; not a single Eastern face.

Getting through the script by barely cooperating is good enough. It's impossible to expect honesty from each other.

The others probably had the same idea. For a time, the atmosphere fell silent again.

Until the system notification broke the silence.

[Mission Description Updated]

[Mission Name: Abnormal Fairy Tale]

[Mission Objective: Bring the complete Magic Mirror out of the Snow Queen's palace]

[Mission Reward 1: An S-Rank completion rating will grant a Fine quality random skill scroll. An A-Rank completion rating will grant a Rare quality random skill scroll. A B-Rank completion rating will grant a Common quality random skill scroll.]

[Mission Reward 2: 400 experience points]

[Mission Reward 3: 900 game coins]

[Mission Time Limit: None]

[Mission Failure Penalty: None]

This system notification startled the five players.

Julia frowned and asked softly, "Did everyone receive a mission requirement to 'possess Grimm's Fairy Tales and Andersen's Fairy Tales' before being teleported?"

John Joyce "hmm"ed, and Smoker and Bob nodded as well.

"First, let's assume that this script world is related to fairy tale books,"

Julia said softly, "This mission's objective is to bring the complete Magic Mirror out of the Snow Queen's palace.

According to the literal meaning, the Snow Queen here is not the powerless princess in the Grimm's Fairy Tale *Snow White*,

but refers to the queen in Andersen's Fairy Tale *The Snow Queen*, who possesses surging ice power and can cool down volcanoes..."

Wan Jia Xiong Meng

Wan Jia Xiong Meng