Chapter 1 Considering the Usual Nature of the Killing Field Game

Considering the usual nature of the Killing Field game, it's possible that this time, within the Sheng Nan King's dreamscape, players won't be able to teleport in organized groups.

Nor will they be able to remotely contact each other or find each other's positions through various means.

However, this didn't affect the players' enthusiasm for discussion on the forum.

In the short time since the announcement, players had already begun itching to form gangs and pull off something big. They decided that if they encountered each other in the dreamscape, instead of competing and killing each other,

they would form temporary teams to cooperate and jointly resolve anomalies.

"Players can leave the task at any time. The time mechanism for entering and exiting the Sheng Nan King's dreamscape is the same as for script tasks."

Miss Chai looked at the content of a certain post, reading word by word: "That is to say, players can choose to stay in the dreamscape all the time, constantly solving anomalies and earning rewards.

If there's enough time, maybe they can directly upgrade from level 5 to level 50."

"Impossible."

Li Ang shook his head and sneered: "Let alone whether there are any anomalous events in the dreamscape that can allow people to grind to level 50.

Tasks that don't explicitly state a time limit actually have a time limit.

This time limit is the end of the dreamscape.

Perhaps the Sheng Nan King will wake up at some point,

or the Killing Field game will deliberately guide those players, causing them to constantly approach the Sheng Nan King's main body, killing the Sheng Nan King or interrupting his dream.

If I'm not mistaken, in a little while, the official announcement should be issued."

Li Ang slowly refreshed the page, and sure enough, he saw a post.

The poster's ID was quite famous in the forum. Because this account often published reliable and accurate information, and the tone used was also relatively formal,

many people believed that the account belonged to an official agency of the Global Supernatural Alliance.

As for the content of the post, it roughly stated that the official considered the Sheng Nan Dream task to be very complex and dangerous,

calling on players who wanted to participate in this task not to be misled by the generous rewards,

to exit in time, and preferably refuse the task altogether.

The official's idea was very simple.

If this task had hidden dangers and an extremely high mortality rate,

then after the task ended, the number of players might be drastically reduced.

From the perspective of all mankind, individual players are a resource for resisting anomalous events. Even if they die at the hands of ordinary people and pass on the player qualification, it is better than dying in vain in a task.

Li Ang was noncommittal about the content of the post. He was waiting for the Special Affairs Bureau's message.

More than ten minutes later, the official Special Affairs Bureau finally issued a statement. They believed that the dangerousness of this task was indeed very high. Even high-level players could fail, so they didn't recommend entering.

In addition, the official Special Affairs Bureau also subtly threatened some players or organizations, warning them not to think about spreading information about the Sheng Nan King to ordinary people during this time.

Actively spreading anomalous memes to the public would be directly pursued by the Special Affairs Bureau, although they believed after in-depth research that ordinary people were unlikely to be teleported into the dreamscape.

The Special Affairs Bureau's conclusion relieved Li Ang.

In fact, Wang Congshan had previously drunk a portion of the Holy Eulogy Spring Water. In theory, she should have eliminated the infection of anomalous memes,

but now with the official judgment as corroboration, he could feel more at ease.

Li Ang refreshed the page for a while longer. After seeing that there was nothing new, he closed the forum and, together with Miss Chai, began to pack equipment and props.

Five hours later, fully armed, Li Ang lay on the bed, his eyes open, quietly waiting for the time limit to arrive.

Of course, he was going to participate in this task. Even if Wang Congshan's anomalous meme infection was not harmful,

it wouldn't hurt to stroll around the Sheng Nan King's dreamscape and experience the essence of the power of belief.

Suddenly, the color of the bedroom ceiling changed, and the scent of air freshener originally sprayed in the bedroom also dissipated directly. In order to confirm that he had been teleported away, Li Ang had deliberately sprayed air freshener in his own bedroom.

The teleportation was complete, and he had arrived in the dream world.

Blue wallpaper, a chandelier with spaceship toys hanging from it, a wooden single bed, soft and warm cotton —

This was probably a child's bedroom.

Li Ang was lying on the child's bed in the bedroom, pillowing his head, and covered with a quilt, like a child.

His spiritual consciousness swept around like radar, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, with no response.

Miss Chai's somewhat terrified voice sounded in Li Ang's heart, "Is the teleportation over?

Why is my spiritual consciousness useless?!"

"The teleportation is complete, and my spiritual consciousness is also invalid."

Li Ang squinted his eyes, still maintaining the posture of lying in the quilt, and said to Miss Chai: "It should be the same as before in Dusheng Village, where spiritual consciousness is invalidated due to interference.

Items, equipment, and skill slots are completely unrestricted,

and I'm still maintaining my original body, without turning into the owner of this child's single bed.

That is to say, this mission should involve the body and soul entering synchronously.

Tsk, this setting actually shows that the anomalous events we encounter will be even more terrifying."

Miss Chai seemed a little nervous. "Do you want me to come out? This room feels a bit abnormal..."

Before she could finish speaking, a clear knocking sound came from under the bed below Li Ang.

Dong, dong, dong,

The intervals were obvious, like knocking on a door.

Miss Chai instantly shut her mouth. Li Ang slowly clenched the long scythe in his hand, not saying a word, his body gradually tensing up, ready to strike at any time and smash the bed board below.

"Hey!"

A dull voice, like a broken gong, sounded from under Li Ang's bed, "Hey! Kid, stop pretending to be asleep."

Kid?

Li Ang's heart stirred, and he looked at the glass on the closet in the corner of the room.

By the moonlight, he could clearly see that he was still maintaining his original teenage appearance.

Was the "kid" that the voice under the bed was referring to Li Ang's appearance?

Or, in its eyes, was Li Ang maintaining the appearance of the child who owned the bed?

Li Ang was silent for a while, and then said, "Who are you?"

"Me?"

The broken gong voice replied, "I'm the monster under your bed. You can call me Frank."

"Frank?"

Li Ang raised an eyebrow. "Then what's your last name? Lao Wang?"

"What Lao Wang?"

The broken gong voice said, "I'm a monster. When did you ever hear of a monster having a last name? A monster is just a monster, understand?

Well... although they all say I don't have much of a monster aura."

"Who are they?"

"My parents, and my colleagues at the company."

The broken gong voice, or rather Frank, complained, "You know? Our monster job is to scare people.

The most basic job is to make strange noises, create sounds, knock over the water cups placed on the edge of the table, and so on.

A slightly more advanced one is to leave handprints on the glass, or reach out and scratch the person's back while they are taking a shower and washing their hair.

They all say I'm not suitable for this job, and I also feel like I'm not very good at scaring people. Honestly, I'm thinking of moving to the second line. Do you understand?

That is, to work in logistics, to give advice to real scary monsters, I'm better at that sort of thing."

It sounded a bit like the setting of that classic animated movie, *Monsters, Inc.*

Monsters collect electricity by scaring children, providing power to the monster world.

Li Ang's heart stirred, and he continued to ask, "Since you don't want to do it anymore, why did you come to this room?"

"Everything has to have a beginning and an end. Although I've already submitted my resignation, I still have to do a good job on my last day. Scare one last person."

"Are you going to scare me?"

Li Ang said noncommittally, "Then you may be disappointed. In addition to being a provincial-level narcolepsy patient, a provincial-level retreat drum defender, a champion of the lying-in-bed championship, and an Asian sour lemon promotion ambassador,

I'm also a special-level brave contestant who, as long as I'm brave enough, the demons take maternity leave.

I'm afraid of nothing except math and the landlady.

Ordinary monsters probably can't scare me."

"What a load of nonsense?"

The voice under the bed said, "I didn't come to this room to scare you."

"Then who are you going to scare?"

"Scare that guy, who's hiding in your closet right now."