1: Chapter 1 Devil's Villa 1

"The sudden heavy rain caused the Miracle Travel Group's bus to break down. Having no other choice, they had to take shelter in a nearby Villa that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time..."

Luo Yuejian woke up from her dream with an expressionless face. It was pitch black all around, and she could hear the endless pattering of rain outside. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning would cut through the rumbling thunder, abruptly illuminating everything nearby.

She was currently in what looked like a very large living room.

She shouldn't be here. Luo Yuejian couldn't help but swallow hard. If she remembered correctly... she was already dead.

Luo Yuejian: "Sure enough, if you live long enough, you'll encounter all sorts of supernatural phenomena."

Another bolt of lightning flashed by.

Turning her head slightly, Luo Yuejian's heart almost stopped. She clearly saw... a figure beside her!

Luo Yuejian's heart clenched sharply. Fortunately, she was naturally expressionless; even though she was scared to the point where her heart was racing, in the eyes of others, she still appeared calm and unfazed.

Just as Luo Yuejian was about to lose her composure and run away, the dark shadow beside her spoke up.

"Damn, where is this? How did I end up here?!"

Hearing the tone, it was a person.

Luo Yuejian let out a sharp sigh of relief, and her cold hands and feet began to warm up. She quietly moved a few steps away from the figure beside her, stopping only when she reached the wall.

She wasn't used to being so close to people and was also anxious about talking to others, so she remained silent and didn't reply.

At this moment, another voice, a young girl's, shrieked sharply: "Ah! Where is this?!"

Then, accompanied by a "thump," the girl let out another cry of pain, as if she had fallen onto the ground.

"What happened?" "Who's there! Is there something there?"

The surroundings instantly became noisy, and several sets of footsteps began to panic as they tried to move away from their original spots.

A rough-sounding middle-aged woman's voice asked hesitantly: "Hey girl... are you okay? Are you alright?"

The little girl sobbed quietly, "I... my leg hurts so much, wuwu... it seems like it's bleeding..."

Luo Yuejian scratched her hair, feeling a bit worried. The moment she raised her hand to touch her hair, the back of her hand brushed against some kind of switch, and the next second, the lights turned on.

The living room was instantly brightly lit.

Everything inside the living room came into view.

There were six people in the living room: a Suit-wearing Young Man, a middle-aged Man with Slicked-back Hair, a middle-aged uncle around 40 years old, a little girl in a school uniform sitting on the ground hugging her leg and crying, and a middle-aged woman in an apron beside her. Most of them were fumbling around near an oval coffee table; only Luo Yuejian was standing by the wall.

The lights suddenly turning on made everyone, who had already adapted to the dark environment, frown and squeeze their eyes shut. Then, as if sensing something, they looked toward the girl by the wall.

The girl had flowing white long hair, a fair and exquisite face, and was looking down without a word. Her index finger joint was resting lightly on the white switch; clearly, she was the one who had turned on the lights.

What the hell? How did the lights turn on? Is it such a coincidence!

Luo Yuejian's pupils shook violently. Feeling everyone's gazes focused on her, she instantly stiffened and lowered her hand unnaturally.

Help, stop looking at her, please!

Fortunately, everyone's gaze quickly shifted away due to the crying of the little girl on the ground, saving Luo Yuejian's life.

The middle-aged woman looked very flustered and scared, but hearing the little girl's crying, she still knelt down to comfort her first, "Are you okay, little girl? Let me see the wound."

There was an overturned small round bottle by the girl's feet; clearly, this thing had tripped her. She sobbed and tried to pull up her school uniform pants, but the pants were already stained with mottled blood, and a few pieces of broken glass were embedded in them, connected to her lower leg. The girl was sweating profusely from the pain and cried: "I can't, wuwu... I don't dare to pull it out, wuwu wuwu..."

The middle-aged woman looked both worried and flustered. She had never encountered such a thing before and could only look at the others around her for help, "Oh my, quickly come and help this child, her leg is injured."

The Man with Slicked-back Hair had an impatient look on his tense face, and he was in a state of barely concealed agitation. He scratched his hair restlessly, then looked at the girl's leg for a moment and said: "Can't you just pull it out?"

The uncle's legs were trembling slightly. He barely managed to squeeze out an ugly smile, wiped off the sweat that had appeared on his forehead at some unknown time, and nodded, "Yes... yes, little girl, if that glass isn't taken out, it might fester and get infected. You'd better take it out quickly."

The Suit-wearing Young Man didn't speak. He pursed his lips tightly, walked around the living room a few times, went to the main door and tried to pull it, then turned back to everyone with a frown and an ugly expression, saying: "The door is locked; we can't get out for now."

The Man with Slicked-back Hair strode over and also tried to pull the door handle with force. With the girl's soft crying echoing in his ears, his heart grew even more impatient. He cursed irritably, "What kind of hellhole is this!"

Just at this moment, a "rustling" sound rang out. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the television placed against the wall of the living room suddenly start to have static. After a "crackle" sound, the TV suddenly had a picture.

A Black-robed Person wearing a blank mask was sitting in a dim Secret Room. Above her head was a small incandescent lamp, making her whole person clearly visible.

Mr. Mask's voice was sharp yet hoarse, "Hello everyone, I'm very happy to see you here."

No one spoke.

"I presume you are all very curious about why you are here? Don't be anxious, let's start with self-introductions first. This is the Miracle Escape Live Stream Game, and I am the game's guide. You can call me Mr. Mask."

"You are unfortunate, because you are all people who have already died in reality. But at the same time, you are lucky, because the miracle game will bring you rebirth!"

"You need to pass levels in the game and survive, and your performance will be live-streamed to the Interstellar audience. They will follow the contestants they like. After each game ends, the contestant who receives the most attention will get a chance to draw a prop. The more props you obtain, the greater your chances of escape! So, show yourselves without reservation!"

"Until a surviving player's fans exceed ten million, they will obtain the right to be resurrected, and they may possibly obtain an Interstellar resident ID card, becoming a part of a higher civilization! You can check your number of cleared levels, fan count, and your props through the bracelet on your wrist. So good luck, my players!"

As soon as the voice finished, the TV immediately went black.

Just when everyone thought the broadcast was over, a voice came from the TV unexpectedly again: "Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell everyone..."

The voice laughed in a low tone, "Miracle Company upholds a humanitarian spirit. To increase the game's playability, when only the last player remains in the game, the surviving player automatically wins the game."

"So... good luck!"