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Chapter 214: Chapter 211: "Don’t Let Them Hear

At this moment, it seemed he was still in his initial state; he still couldn’t move.

He could only smell the disinfectant of the hospital and feel the gradually clearer softness of the bedsheet.

The voice was on his right, a male voice, which, after speaking that sentence, was followed by steady footsteps.

The footsteps slowly moved away.

All that remained in his ears was the ticking of the clock, ticking away in a quiet room, its sound mingling with the scent of disinfectant, conveying a silent terror.

Then, the system prompt arrived on time:

[Welcome, players, to the Sixth World!]

[World Name: White Sand Paradise]

[Basic Quest for All Players: Survive, live until the fifth day.]

[Player Personal Advanced Quest: (Determined by the role played by the player, currently being issued...)]

[Perfect Pass: Discover the secrets beyond White Sand Paradise.]

...

"Ding-dong!"

[Ruler’s Quest: Ensure the survival of NPC "Yang Xia."]

[Quest Reward: Upgrade to "Ruler" status.]

[Quest Failure Penalty: Revert to "Ruler" probationary status.]

...

[New Sanity Value (Rationality Value) setting added in the Sixth World.]

[Please note: The Sanity Value is closely related to the player’s mental state; too high or too low, both will trigger different events affecting the final storyline of this world!]

[Players, please keep an eye on changes in your Sanity Value.]

...

Meanwhile, in the pitch-black field of vision, apart from the green life bar and the blue mana bar, a slowly emerging orange bar appeared.

Unlike the other two bars, the orange in this bar seemed to move, giving a sense of slow flow when looked at.

At this moment, the value on the orange bar was 80/100.

The full value is 100, and Su Ming’an’s Sanity Value was 80.

The top-right corner of the screen also started to scroll:

[The first one!]

[Here it comes!]

[So few people participating in this instance... were they really scared off by the last world?]

[I think mainly it was the keywords for the Sixth World released by Su Ming’an on the forum that scared them...]

[Metamorphosis, Madness, Endless Hell... none of those are good words.]

[Exactly, I was all set to enter, but I was scared off by this preview.]

[Only warriors dare to enter this world...]

[Why does Su Ming’an know the information for the next world? What exactly is his status? Why does he get so many privileges?]

[Suggestion for status title: "Organizers’ Dear Son," LOL.jpg]

[Why do his privileges bother you so much? If you’re jealous, don’t lash out here, nmsl]

[...]

As the barrage surged, Su Ming’an activated his usual automatic block mode.

He had previously learned that the meaning of Sanity Value was Rationality Value, which is closely related to his mental state, much like what the system explained.

Therefore, he specially took a more than a day’s trip to Ming Hui to bring his mental state to its best condition.

Now it seemed his mental state was quite good, able to reach a value of 80.

The control over his body slowly returned, and when he was finally able to open his eyes, he first saw a gray-white ceiling.

Amid the pale square tiles, an incandescent light was shining with a glaring light, and he closed his eyes slightly again.

...Wait, the vision is not right.

At least, it was different from the normal state.

He opened his eyes again and saw clearly the vague dark corners existing around his field of vision.

It was as if the edges of his eyeballs had been smeared with black, blurring the peripheral vision, leaving only the central circle as normal vision.

It was like the nuclear flashlight view in a horror game, where the center was clear but the surroundings seemed to be shrouded by a black mist.

And just as he closed and opened his eyes, the stable incandescent light suddenly flickered eerily for a moment.

"Crackle, crackle—"

Accompanied by a series of strange explosion sounds, the view in front of him flickered between black and white. In the dim light, he seemed to vaguely see a smear of blood-red shadow.

He was about to take a closer look when, in the blink of an eye, the light brightened again.

...Everything was as if nothing had happened.

He waited for a moment until his bodily sensations fully recovered, and then he slowly sat up.

He looked around the room.

The room was very small, the living space severely constricted by the grey-white walls. Apart from the bed beneath him, there was also a wooden table, a chair, and a small wardrobe.

The wall clock "ticked" away, echoing throughout the tiny room.

At this time, the hour hand pointed at 1. If he was not mistaken, it was one o’clock in the morning. However, one o’clock in the afternoon was also not impossible.

The simple furniture quietly pressed against the floor, leaving a very narrow path.

Beyond that, there was nothing else.

The person who had spoken was completely untraceable, only a narrow door quietly closed with no gaps beneath, making it impossible to see anything outside.

He looked up and saw a window on the wall.

The window panes were pitch black, and there was no light outside, but as he looked over, it seemed as if twisted black lines spread out from the panes, desperately growing like branches of a tree, as if shadows were creeping in from outside.

But by his next blink, those twisted black lines suddenly disappeared.

As if nothing had happened at all.

...Surely, the Underworld.

He stretched out his hands and saw a pair of hands that were almost skeletal.

Under the bleak light, the hands were so pale they were nearly transparent, with countless needle marks on the back, and a massive cut stretching from the upper right arm to the back of the hand, looking extremely fierce.

He lifted the blanket and, as expected, saw a body in blue and white striped hospital clothes, the overly large clothes hung on his body like a huge sack.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his thigh. This pain wasn’t new. It seemed to have always been there, but as he gradually regained control over his body, he became increasingly aware of this persistent pain.

After pondering for a moment, he turned off the live stream and then pulled down his pants.

He saw deep red words carved on his thigh.

...

[Do not let them hear.]

...

The wound had not yet healed, the freshly carved marks still clear, accompanied by bursts of pain, he covered the writing, feeling the situation growing ever more bizarre.

... "They".

Who were "they"?

What should not let "them" hear?

This information was so crucial that the original body endured immense pain to carve it on himself so that he could see it immediately, rather than writing it in some notebook nearby.

He restarted the live stream, pondering as he slowly got out of bed.

He put on his slippers and stepped onto the floor, his foot sinking slightly.

The floor suddenly issued a twisted "creak—"

The sound was extremely eerie, like someone wailing in a very high pitch.

He frowned.

...Regardless, he decided to look at his appearance first.

Appearance was very important, sometimes helping him to determine his current identity.

He activated the System Mirror and looked at the reflection.

He met a pair of stagnant eyes.

It was as if all the emotions had been buried inside, leaving only a dark, pitch-black stagnant water. Looking at those eyes in the mirror, he seemed to see a silent tombstone lying at the bottom.

This body’s face was pale, the facial contours extremely thin, hardly any flesh evident, with very pale lips. Overall, it looked as if made up of pale colors, except for those deep black eyes, which had a texture like glass beads, drawing one’s attention irresistibly.

...A face that possessed a decadent beauty.

Though it felt overly frail.

The age seemed quite young, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

As he studied the person in the mirror, he suddenly saw himself smiling.

He reached out his hand and pressed down on the corners of his mouth, confirming that he was not smiling.

...It was inexplicable.

He turned off the System Mirror.

Walking on the creaking floorboards toward the desk, he saw a yellowing notebook lying on the old desk.

[You have discovered an item ("**’s diary"). Do you want to start investigating? (Clues gained from investigating relate to spirit and wisdom.)]

...There was no hint whose diary it was; the name before the item’s name seemed intentionally obscured, not providing any information.

Su Ming’an opened the diary.

At that moment, he suddenly felt something moving at the edge of his pitch-black field of vision.

He quickly turned around, but it was still just the wall, nothing abnormal.

The wall plaster looked like it could fall off at any moment; the room appeared extremely old as if it had weathered many years.

While looking at the wall, he felt as though this ordinary white wall had grown eyes, silently watching him.

He turned back and opened the notebook.

[...I am about to die.]

The first thing he saw was a line of bright red text, as if written in fresh blood.

He continued reading, noticing the smear of bright red as if smeared by a hand, which dragged the blood-like writing to the bottom of the page, blurring the other words.

He flipped to the next page and then saw lines of narrative:

[...I have been here a long time, a very long time.]

[But no one, not a single person, can truly...]

[I looked down and saw the abyss. So, I jumped down into the abyss.]

[A gravestone was left on the cliff, a gravestone that no one knows of.]

[My purpose was achieved.]

[For that... I accepted the experiment...]

As the initial key prop notebook, it always got smeared at crucial moments, acting like a riddler, making you guess as you read.

Su Ming’an turned several pages, all blank, so he simply stood the notebook up and flipped through the pages quickly.

The pages fluttered by; they were either blank or filled with various texts that he could not understand, like gibberish, but the system again did not provide any gold hints, preventing him from translating like he had with Qin Wang’s diary.

Until at last, he reached the final page.

There appeared a passage completely unrelated to the previous text.

...

[Despair spreads across the world.]

[Despair contaminates life.]

[Despair cannot be suppressed.]

[It is mad, fanatical, boiling, and unstoppable.]

[I looked up and saw a vast ocean without a halo on its surface, no light in sight.]

[Our husks are withered, ghosts wandering, we parasitize here, like a dried sprout seeking a bit of space to live, like fish in dead water gasping for the last bit of air.]

[Such desperate struggles, humble, wanting to survive.]

[Can we possibly...]

...

[*You have obtained Clue One (**’s diary)]

[Clue One·**’s Diary:

[He was talented, capable, yet he chose to confine himself at his most brilliant moment, standing at the crossroads of life and death, struggling repeatedly.]

[Thus, he became completely weak, a fallen husk, a buffoon in the eyes of others.]

[He was in a dire situation, he was on the brink of the abyss.]

[He looked down, saw the abyss, so he jumped down into the abyss.]

[A tombstone was left on the cliff, a tombstone unknown to anyone.]

[——And those who saw him afterward still found him dazzlingly brilliant.]]

...

[Activate Identity Quest·**]

[Identity Quest: Retrieve your own name.

Your true name is invaluable to everyone.]

...

He tried to put the notebook into his backpack but suddenly discovered it wouldn’t fit.

At that moment, a system notification popped up:

[Items cannot be arbitrarily placed in the backpack in this instance.]

[A temporary prop bar has been opened.]

[You can take some specific items with you by placing them in the temporary prop bar.]

[On certain routes, the temporary prop bar must carry certain items, otherwise, it will cause deviations.]

...

Meanwhile, a prop bar appeared just below his field of vision.

It had three slots, indicating that he could carry three items.

He dragged the notebook into the prop bar, occupying one slot. The other items, chairs, and tables, as they were not "specific items," could not be included.

He continued to search, opening the desk drawers, but after pulling them open, they were completely empty.

He noticed there was space under the desk and bent down to look. Below, there was still nothing.

While bending, he heard a "creak—".

He stood up and saw that the drawer which had been clearly closed had unwittingly opened again.

He pushed the drawer back in and went to check the last clue point in the room.

The wardrobe.

The wardrobe wasn’t large, but it was just about big enough to fit a person, and it was currently closed.

He placed one hand on the wardrobe handle, the other hand priming extinction. If something suddenly jumped out from inside the wardrobe, he was ready to strike back.

With vigilant eyes, he pulled hard, and the single door was swiftly opened.

"Creak—"

Pale light immediately flooded in, illuminating the interior space brightly.

The stacked patient gowns blended the monotonous blue and white together, like layers of rags piled up.

...No attack.

He lifted the clothes one by one, checking for any inscriptions.

And when flipping to the very bottom one, he saw a touch of snow-like white.

It was a white lab coat, a doctor’s garment.

[Detection of a specific item that can be carried]

He dragged the white lab coat into the prop bar, then suddenly heard a gust of wind.

It sounded like wind but not wind, more like something wooshing beside his ear. He felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone had suddenly exhaled.

He turned around and saw the drawer had been suddenly pulled open again.

"..."

This drawer seemed to have a mind of its own.

He turned back around, wanting to check if there was anything else in the wardrobe.

...only to see that the wardrobe door, which had been open, was now completely closed.

It closed silently, without any sound or breeze from the moving doors, as if it had never been opened at all.

The amber wardrobe reflected light and vaguely, he could see his own standing shadow.

The intense brightness eerily mixed with the blurred shadow, the pale light splashing back into his eyes.

He closed his eyes.

Behind him, the sound of the wooden door being quietly pushed open was particularly harsh in the absolute silence.

...

[Don’t let them hear you.]

...

[Current Sanity Value: 70]

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