Chapter 1:I'm sorry, it's the wrong person

The sun was shining brightly in the city of Cthulhu.

  Elon walked slowly down the street carrying a bag of groceries.

  "Alas ... this day, when will it end?"

  He looked at the somewhat cold streets, his handsome face was thick with helplessness, and then he let out a long sigh.

  "You said that the horror game was about to be revived and that it might pick me up and that I should prepare myself early."

  "But three years and then three more years, ten years, and now I'm invincible."

  "Where's that horror game you were talking about?"

  Nine years ago, a horrible "game" suddenly appeared in reality.

  The horror game randomly picks people, teleports them to some strange place, and then has them complete various tasks to figure out how to survive from it.

  If you can complete the mission from it and come out alive, you will be rewarded handsomely.

  What with strengthening the body, it's all about the basics.

  But the mission isn't that easy to accomplish, and if you're not careful, you'll die in it.

  Someone's been counting.

  Ninety percent of them will die in the first mission.

  It's a good thing Elon just crossed over ten years ago and got the system.

  It's just that the functionality of the system isn't fully open.

  The system won't be fully activated until after he's chosen by the Horror Game and teleported away.

  With the system in hand, what kind of horror game, the strategy is not simple?

  Would have thought this was pretty quick.

  Results ...

  Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

  He himself had gone from a brat with no hands to an invincible being who could run faster than a train and kick a twenty-ton heavy truck.

  Horror games haven't picked themselves yet!

  Listening to Elon's tirade, all the system could do was, "... soon."

  "This is the three thousand seven hundred and twenty-third time you've said fast."

  Elon said silently in his mind.

  System: "..."

  "Aren't you the system, can you hack into whatever horror game that is and pick me."

  "Or open up some new features for me now."

  "Misty Sword Technique, I've brushed up to full level, how about some new sword techniques?"

  "There are only three divine swords inside the sword manual, isn't that a bit too few, send two more?"

  Elon said with a smile in his mind, seeing if he could get something out of the system.

  The system thought for a moment, then said, "Ten years is indeed too long."

  "When you are chosen, you will be rewarded a hundredfold for completing your first mission!"

  Listening to the system, Elon would smile.

  It's a done deal.

  A reward from the system that is certainly very nice.

  The first time he unlocked it, he gave himself three divine swords, as well as the Absolute Sword Script.

  Hundredfold Reward.

  Wouldn't that be a superb spiral explosion?

  Except, the big question is, how do you get that horror game to pick you?

  Just as Elon was passing an internet cafe.

  "Ah!"

  A panicked cry suddenly came from inside.

  It's loud.

  It went straight out of the internet cafe and landed in Elon's ears.

  "Horror game detected."

  The system's beep sounded, "You hurry up and go grab the qualification!"

  "What."

  "There's such a thing as a good thing?"

  Elon's eyes, immediately, lit up.

  Whew--

  He took a step under his feet and performed the Star Chasing Steps, the whole person was like transforming into a gust of wind and instantly entered into the internet cafe.

  With a sweep of his eyes, he saw a young man who had fallen to the ground.

  The man's face, which had gone completely white.

  It's a trifle whiter than a sheet of A4 paper.

  The man dropped to the ground, already crying from fear, and desperately shouting for help to those around him.

  "Help me."

  "I've been chosen."

  "I don't want to die."

  Ninety percent of them will die in the novice level.

  The odds are really too high.

  So almost everyone, wanted nothing to do with this whatever horror game.

  The first reaction of the other people in the internet cafe, after learning that he had been chosen, was to back away from him in a hurry and get away from him immediately.

  And close to the door.

  Straight away.

  Fear of being pulled down by this man.

  When the man saw this scene, he was straight up pissed off and his despair got even worse.

  "Don't be afraid."

  Elon walked up next to him and said, "I'll save you."

  The man froze and jerked his head up, looking at Elon with a stunned expression.

  The other people in the internet cafe were looking at him with a look of brain-deadness.

  They all stayed away from this horrible game, and this man was so good that he wanted to be a part of it?

  You want to die?

  "Thanks, thanks big brother."

  The man said excitedly.

  Elon smiled and nodded before reaching out and pulling the young man to his feet.

  "You can't turn your back on tomorrow's Blue Star." He intoned.

  Hearing this, the people in the internet cafe, couldn't help but stare.

  Ever since the advent of horror games, the world has been in a kind of panic.

  Every single day, every single person obtains wary.

  Afraid that in the next second, he will be chosen by the horror game.

  Could it be that this man in front of me is going to die a generous death.

  Want to erase the fear that horror games leave in people's minds?

  In this moment.

  They suddenly felt Elon's figure, a little grand, and a little brighter.

  The chosen man forgot to cry.

  He was silent for a moment.

  Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Big brother, I've figured it out."

  "I was the one chosen, how can I let my big brother die for me?"

  "It's better if I do it."

  How great was this strange man in front of him, almost like a lighthouse in a storm.

  How can he be killed by a horror game?

  Elon immediately looked at him and said, "Don't."

  This was a chance that was hard to grab, so how could I just miss it.

  "My mind is made up, you don't have to persuade me."

  "If you want to thank me, just live well from now on."

  The words came out.

  The man was on the verge of crying again.

  It's not just him.

  Everyone else in the middle of the cyber cafe had red eyes.

  Sacrificing himself for others, cutting his flesh to feed the tiger, a hero of the human race!

  And in fact.

  Elon can barely hold back his laughter... Horror games, finally I've got you.

  Let's see where you're going to run this time!

  He looked at the computer screen and the original game screen had completely disappeared.

  In its place, a blood-red background.

  It seems to be red with blood.

  In the center of the screen, there is another line that is slightly grim.

  "Do you want to really live?"

  after that

  "Yes."

  "Think."

  Both are promised options.

  "Giving choices and not exactly giving choices." Elon spat.

  Whoever clicks yes is immediately transported into the horror game.

  There is no escape for the chosen one.

  Whether you look at your cell phone or watch TV in the future, this image will still come up again.

  There is no escape for the rest of his life until a choice is made, or someone makes it for him.

  Right now, however, both options were options he wanted.

  Don't even think about it.

  Elon immediately moved the mouse and clicked on "want".

  After the selection.

  Elon is on the verge of tears too.

  "Ten years."

  "A whole decade."

  "Do you know how I've spent the last ten years?"

  "I envy those who are chosen every day, what do you owe me to pay me back with?"

  Satisfied with the desired answer, the horror game's red interface faded into darkness.

  Elon's figure, too, was gradually becoming transparent, a rhythm of being teleported away.

  But a few seconds later.

  The screen suddenly turned red again.

  Because in that instant, Horror Games sensed something was wrong.

  This man, it seems, has a big problem.

  How come the scan doesn't show his body data?

  It was as if a being fiercer than itself had simply blinded it to everything.

  "I'm sorry."

  A line popped right up on the screen.

  "Sent to the wrong person, excuse me!"