The script introduction has finally come to an end.

In that instant, the scenery before Feng Bujue's eyes changed drastically, and at the same time, he regained control of his body.

"What's going on?" Jue-Ge felt uncomfortable the moment he regained consciousness, because... he was buried in the sand, with only his head exposed.

[Random loading complete. The character you are playing is Number Nine, Stephen Carbon.] The system prompt sounded at the right time.

"Even if it's Carbon, you don't have to bury me, right..." While complaining, Feng Bujue didn't forget to exert force, trying to jump out of the sand, but...

[Important reminder: Your equipment bar, item bar, skill bar, and Spiritual Energy Weapon have been locked. Basic physical attributes will simulate Stephen Carbon's level.]

"It's limited again... Well... I was mentally prepared for this when I chose solo Nightmare mode..." Feng Bujue immediately gave up struggling, because he knew it was a waste of effort. "Think of it positively... at least the character I'm playing is physically decent."

Clearly, Jue-Ge had been thinking about the "role-playing" aspect while watching the character introductions. He knew that the system wouldn't let a male player use the body of a sexy female celebrity (Luohan); nor would it let him play the referee and host (Clamsills); therefore, he must be playing one of the remaining nine.

Now that he had been randomly assigned to Stephen Carbon, it was undoubtedly good news. From the opening CG, Stephen Carbon looked to be around forty years old, of moderate build, and without any obvious disabilities, making him a pretty good body...

[Important reminder two: In this script, physical fitness will be lost with feelings of hunger, thirst, fatigue, pain, and so on.]

"Hmm... like on Chew Demon Island, I need to find a way to alleviate it myself, right..." Feng Bujue muttered after hearing this. "In any case, the immediate priority... is to get out of this place first."

Despite what he said, Jue-Ge really didn't have any good ideas. With his current physical fitness, escaping on his own without the help of items or skills was almost impossible.

"Hey! Stephen, looks like you're in a bit of trouble." Suddenly, a voice sounded.

The voice came from behind Feng Bujue. Since Jue-Ge couldn't turn his head, he could only slightly tilt his face and look at the other person out of the corner of his eye.

"Bell?" Jue-Ge didn't completely see who it was, but based on the figure and voice, he was sure it was Clamsills.

"That's right, it's me." Clamsills said, walking around to the front of Jue-Ge and squatting down, facing him. "How's that sunbath feeling, buddy?"

"Not... not good." Feng Bujue's acting skills came online smoothly. He put on an expression that was somewhere between nervous and serious, and said the answer a normal person should give. "I think... I'll dehydrate quickly like this."

"That's right, the sand on the beach..." Clamsills replied, picking up a handful of sand in front of Jue-Ge. "Is exposed to the sun every day, so the temperature is very high... In severe cases, it can burn the skin." As he said this, he wasn't looking at Jue-Ge at all, but at the camera lens that was following him.

The level of technology in this universe seemed very high. The camera filming Jue-Ge and Clamsills wasn't being carried by anyone, but was automatically hovering and filming, similar to the technology used by the_Bruce's group in the Thriller Paradise script.

"Why are you giving the audience a scientific explanation at a time like this..." Feng Bujue thought to himself.

Jue-Ge also saw the floating machine, but he didn't show any surprise. It wasn't strange to see something like this in a game world.

"Okay, I don't think the audience wants to see you quit at the beginning of the competition." Clamsills said, taking off the large backpack on his back and reaching out to dig the sand around Jue-Ge's neck. "Let me give you a hand, buddy."

Before he finished speaking, he had already dug away a large pile of sand with his bare hands.

In less than three minutes, he had scattered all the sand above Jue-Ge's chest and used his two powerful arms to drag him out of the sand.

"Are you okay? Stephen." Clamsills asked in a very relaxed tone after doing all this in the scorching sun, without even panting.

"I'm okay." Feng Bujue pretended to be very grateful and replied, "Thank you, Bell."

"You're welcome, it's my duty." Clamsills replied. "Guidance and supervision, remember?"

"Yes... I remember." Feng Bujue didn't say much, just giving the most basic answers.

Jue-Ge had dealt with many different types of NPCs in many different scripts, so he knew very well that in this situation, he should talk less and listen more.

"Let me see... long-sleeved T-shirt, dress pants, leather shoes..." Clamsills immediately began to examine Jue-Ge's attire, reciting as he looked, and commenting, "Do you think you're here on vacation, Stephen?"

Clamsills' actions were undoubtedly for show. As a member of the production team, he naturally knew what the contestants were wearing when they came to the island, he was just making a routine comment.

"No... I..." Feng Bujue also understood this common technique in reality shows. He deliberately made an embarrassed expression and stammered half a sentence.

"Forget it, now that things have come to this, you can only wear these clothes to conquer the wilderness in front of you." Clamsills interrupted him and turned to open his large backpack.

[Each time you encounter Bell, you can retrieve one item from your inventory through him (multiple consumables stacked in the same slot will be retrieved in their entirety).]

In that second, the system prompt sounded, and subtitles also appeared before Jue-Ge's eyes.

"You know the rules, Stephen." Clamsills squatted beside the backpack, looking down and rummaging through it. "Tell me, which survival item do you want to take from me?"

For the average person, this setting should be a test. Because the item bar in the game menu has been locked, players can't see what's in their bags at all. In other words... players have to rely on their memory to pick out the item they need from their many items.

But for Feng Bujue, this was a piece of cake: "I want... a WJq-308 military shovel." Not to mention that there were only thirteen items in his bag now, even if there were twenty-three or thirty-three... he could give the answer immediately.

"Oh, very good choice, I would have chosen this too." Clamsills quickly took out the military shovel from the large backpack and handed it to Jue-Ge. "Then..." He looked down at his watch. "It's noon, twelve ten, on the first day, the competition has been going on for ten minutes..." He paused, glanced at the camera, "Stephen, are you ready to hear your first hint?"