【Feng Bujue, Level 15】
【Wang Tanzhi, Level 15】
【Si Yu Ruo Li, Level 15】
【Bei Ling Xiao Gu, Level 14】
【Please select the game mode your team wishes to join.】
【You have selected Team Survival Mode (Normal), please confirm.】
【Confirmed. The random team size is: Four players.】
【Your team has entered the queue.】
【Match complete. Coordinating neural links, generating script…】
【Loading. Please wait.】

It seemed their four-man team was "lucky" enough to have randomly drawn a four-player script. However, something abnormal occurred during the script generation phase... The phrase "Welcome to Thriller Paradise" didn't sound.

Moreover, unlike the usual start of Team Survival Mode, the four players weren't immediately teleported and shown the opening CG from a first-person perspective. They only felt the elevator move a short distance, followed by the system voice prompt.

【Loading complete. You are currently in Team Survival Mode (Normal).】
【This mode offers script introductions and has a chance of side quests and unique worldviews appearing.】
【Script completion reward: Randomly draw one learnable skill card.】
【The script introduction will now play. The game will begin immediately after the introduction is finished.】

The next second, nothing happened. There was no introduction.

"What's going on?" The four players were thinking the same thing in their respective elevators.

Suddenly, they all felt the ground give way beneath their feet and immediately fell.

The floor of the elevator opened without warning. No one had time to react to this sudden change, but fortunately, this wasn't a "sudden death" setting at the beginning of the script. The players only fell about two meters and landed on a slide. An invisible force pulled their bodies, causing them to slide forward along their respective slides.

The design of these slides was similar to those in water parks, but without the water. Instead, they used gravity and repulsive force to propel the objects on the slides, and at a very high speed.

The four players were now moving forward uncontrollably in a pitch-black environment. They didn't know the location of their teammates and couldn't see anything, only traveling at super speed on their own tracks.

Before long, this inexplicable beginning came to an end, and they arrived at the end of their respective slides one after another.

Feng Bujue was pulled by the invisible force and fell into a chair with a high backrest. The chair then rotated and rose in place. When it finally stopped rotating, Feng Bujue ascended into what seemed to be a fairly open space. The surrounding light was dim, and he couldn't see too far, only vaguely making out objects within ten meters.

Looking around, Feng Bujue discovered that Xiao Tan, Si Yu, and Bei Ling were sitting on three similar high-backed chairs, each with a tall console in front of them. The four of them occupied separate corners, with a circular open space about ten meters in diameter in the center. The floor was paved with large tiles in a black and white checkerboard pattern, like a chessboard.

Just as they were all confused, a highly inspiring, deep, and powerful voice suddenly rang out from the darkness: "Ladies, gentlemen, and other viewers of indeterminate gender, welcome to the set of 'Death Quiz'! Please welcome the host of the show, Mr... You!"

A beam of light pierced through the dim environment, projecting onto a passage connected to the circular stage in the center. At the end of the passage was a huge skull-shaped door. At this moment, the door opened, and a large amount of white mist poured out, it was unknown whether this was dry ice or real fog. The next second, dozens of dazzling colored lights swept and moved around, accompanied by Gangnam Style music, a fat man jumped out of the door all the way in a horse-riding dance. And in the surrounding darkness, incredibly noisy cheers rang out.

This Mr. You was bald, wearing a tailor-made tuxedo, with small round sunglasses, and a tall black top hat on his bald head. His face was amiable and kind, and although he was fat, he appeared very agile when jumping. He moved to the center of the stage like a large penguin, and at the moment the music stopped abruptly, he even struck an ending pose imitating the sculpture "The Thinker"...

"Hey... what's going on... is the horse-riding dance going to last for another thirty years..." Feng Bujue said.

"Welcome everyone! This is..." Mr. You held up the microphone in his hand, reaching into the air.

At this moment, the surrounding lights suddenly turned on, and Feng Bujue finally saw everything clearly. This space was very similar to the recording studio of a large variety show. The ceiling was full of lighting racks, and wires connecting the speakers could be seen everywhere. The four players were all facing the circular stage in the center, with a flexible microphone, a buzzer the size of a coaster, and four small buttons representing A, B, C, and D on the console in front of them, as well as a display screen.

And in the direction behind them, that is, on the surrounding stands, were sitting thousands of demons and monsters, almost everything was there. Eastern and Western ghosts, monsters, orcs, goblins, vampires, werewolves, Frankenstein's monsters, etc... Here, humans might be considered the alien species.

"Death! Quiz!" Without any direction from the on-site director, the audience still responded to the host's interaction with enthusiasm, uniformity, and loudness.

"Ho ho ho..." Mr. You made an Anzai coach-style laugh, and then snapped his fingers, and a cane appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Mr. You held the microphone in one hand and raised the cane in the other, saying: "Now... let me introduce the four contestants who are here today." He skillfully rotated the cane a few times in one hand, then pointed at Feng Bujue, "Number one, Feng Bujue." He repeated this, introducing them one by one, "Number two, Wang Tanzhi. Number three, Si Yu Ruo Li. Number four, Bei Ling Xiao Gu."

"And today's prize for the winner is..." Mr. You took out a white plastic medicine bottle from his pocket with the hand holding the microphone. There were no labels or words on the bottle, "A bottle of twenty ***-500 (panacea)." He held it up to show it, then disappeared the medicine bottle with a magic trick, "Of course, if they all die in the game, the prize will accumulate to the next episode."

Feng Bujue hadn't been idle during this time. He used [Decisive Victory Thousands of Miles] to see who the Boss in this script was, and what he saw was the data of the fat host in front of him.

The data displayed by the skill was as follows:

【Name: Mr. You】
【Race: Demigod】
【Level: Beyond Measurable Value】
【Height: 160 cm】
【Weight: 103 kg】
【Combat Style: ???】
【Weakness: ???】
【Skills: ???】
【Danger Level: Extremely Deadly.】

At this moment, Mr. You happened to say: "Alright, let's hear each player's pre-match declaration! First is number one, Mr. Feng."

"Uh... I think it's best to play according to the rules of this game." Feng Bujue said, while winking frantically at his teammates.

Because they had learned about each other's details before entering the script, the other three naturally knew what Feng Bujue's title skill did. When they heard this sentence, they understood in their hearts... Don't resist, if you violate the rules of this script, you will definitely die.

In fact, even if Feng Bujue didn't say this, everyone wouldn't act rashly. Even if they didn't know how powerful this amiable fat man was, they had to consider the strength of the surrounding audience. So many powerful monsters, if even a number of them charged down, they could definitely wipe out all four of them.

"That seems like meaningless nonsense." Mr. You smiled, and the audience burst into laughter. Then he pointed to Xiao Tan and said, "Contestant number two."

"Ah? Me?" Xiao Tan was stunned, "Um... is it possible to quit now or something?"

"Good question, the answer is..." Mr. You paused, smiling, "No."

The audience burst into laughter again, and Xiao Tan also twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed dryly.

"Then... contestant number three." Mr. You turned to Si Yu and said.

"Nothing special to say." Si Yu replied coldly.

"This beauty is very cool." Mr. You shrugged, then turned to Bei Ling and said, "Contestant number four."

"Can I ask what the prize does?" Bei Ling was still very pragmatic at this time.

Mr. You raised his eyebrows, showing a friendly and trustworthy expression, and replied: "Cures all diseases."

"Oh, then can I ask one more question..." Bei Ling wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Mr. You.

"Alright! Everyone, before the first round begins, let's introduce today's three special guests..." Mr. You pointed to a row of seats in front of the stands, and the lights shone over there at the right time.

Sitting on the far left of that row was a blonde white woman wearing a black suit, with her arms crossed over her towering chest. She looked about thirty years old and was very beautiful, but the expression on her face was full of disdain and contempt.

"The first one is Ms. 'Pride' from the Seven Deadly Sins." Mr. You introduced.

"Hmph..." When the camera was pointed at her, Pride just snorted coldly and turned her head away.

But the audience's reaction was very enthusiastic, with cheers and whistles rising one after another.

In the seat next to Pride was a young man who looked about twenty years old, also wearing a black suit. He had a ponytail, his face was bloodless, his eyes were loose, and he was almost lying on the seat.

"The second one, the young master 'Plague', one of the Four Horsemen." Mr. You said.

The light shone on Plague, and he covered his eyes with his hand, as if the light could hurt his weak body. He coughed twice and said, "Cough... cough cough... I don't feel well..."

"You say that every time I see you. It's okay, you're much better than Young Master Kidney Deficiency." Mr. You continued.

The audience burst into laughter again.

The light then went to the last guest. Sitting there was a middle-aged man with a resolute face, bright eyes, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans. The muscles exposed on his arms were as distinct as sculptures.

"Next is the third one, Mr. Hephaestus, the God of Fire." Mr. You added, "He is also the sponsor of our prize for this episode."

"Actually, I just came because I was bored of facing those Cyclops in the mining area all day." Hephaestus said.

The audience gave sparse applause, but some of the people sitting in the stands were Cyclops, and they expressed considerable dissatisfaction with boos.

"Alright, everyone, next, our show is about to officially begin..." Mr. You suddenly teleported to a camera, bringing his face into a big close-up, and said to the camera at an astonishing speed, "This show is exclusively sponsored by Scare Box. Send a text message to participate in the winner's guess and you will have the opportunity to get exquisite gifts worth 1000 Ghost Coins provided by Scare Box. You can also log in to the website at the bottom of the screen to participate in our live interaction. For transactions, come to Scare Box! Win prizes, watch Death Quiz! Thank you all for your continued attention!"

"No wonder this script has no introduction, and didn't say 'Welcome to Thriller Paradise'." Feng Bujue ignored the fat You who was enthusiastically advertising over there, and thought, "So the whole process has a host to explain the rules..."

Feng Bujue observed the surrounding monsters. Every one of them didn't look like someone to mess with, and that Mr. You should have the power to blast him into slag in one second. It seemed that the possibility of fighting in this script was very low. There was no freedom to speak of under these conditions. He didn't know what the rules of this "Death Quiz" were at this stage, but judging from the name and what Mr. You just said, it was obvious that there was a possibility of dying during the game, but if he wanted to clear the game, it seemed that the only way was to participate to the end.

"First is the first round, the compulsory question!" Mr. You threw the cane into the air, and with a soft bang, the cane disappeared without a trace. Then, he took out a stack of cards from the inside pocket of his jacket. The cards were the size of envelopes and had a hard texture. The back of the cards were printed with the Death Quiz logo, but only the host could see the content on the front.

"The rules of this round are that I will ask the four contestants questions one by one in numerical order. The answer time for each question is forty-five seconds. Those who answer correctly will get ten points, and those who answer incorrectly or exceed the time limit will lose ten points. There are sixteen questions in total. The person with the lowest score at the end of this round will enter the arena." After reading out the rules, Mr. You immediately turned to Feng Bujue, "Now, listen to the first question!"

Feng Bujue didn't have time to think about the meaning of this "arena", so he had to concentrate and start listening to the question.

"This is a history question." Mr. You's tone was full of ups and downs, and the rhythm was well grasped, "Please answer..."