I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

Qin Nuo stepped out of Room 303, feeling increasingly uneasy about the words Mute Sister had written on the drawing board.

What exactly would happen after nightfall?

Descending from the third floor to the lobby, he found quite a few players already gathered there.

Compared to the Bloodstained Apartment, the players in this instance were much more cautious, barely speaking to one another.

The nuns appeared quickly, and there was more than one of them, all dressed in identical white robes, holding large crosses to their chests.

"Number 47."

Qin Nuo heard the voice and turned to look at one of the nuns.

Number 47 was the number of his orderly uniform.

"This is your reward for today's work."

Inside were a few ghost coins, some compressed biscuits, and a white candle.

"Wake up at six tomorrow, and remember, you must not leave your room until after six," the nun said before walking away.

The other players also received their daily rewards accordingly.

Some looked worried, while others were secretly pleased.

"My performance wasn't bad, so why didn't I get a white candle?" a player with the ID Roger asked, frowning.

The nun looked at him, expressionless, and said, "One of your patients lost control."

With that, she left.

Lost control?

What did that mean?

Qin Nuo was puzzled.

Logically speaking, in survival-type instances, food was the ultimate necessity.

But many players discovered before entering that the "Nightmare Mode" had been added to the game.

After nightfall, there seemed to be some danger.

Was the white candle important to players?

So, many players who didn't receive a white candle felt a bit uneasy.

"Even at level five, you're scared by a game mode like this."

A player with the ID Mountain glanced at the players without white candles, who looked anxious and uneasy, and sneered, "Just stay in your room at night, place a few ghost-repelling items by your bed, and I don't believe a ghost can break in and tear you apart."

"I don't have a white candle either, but as long as I have food, it's enough. In all instances, surviving to the end is the main goal; food is the most fundamental thing!"

With that, Mountain picked up his pouch, bit into an apple, and left.

The players exchanged glances, finding his words reasonable, and gradually dispersed.

Qin Nuo held the key in his hand, ready to return to his dormitory. As he turned, he saw the blond man standing not far away, watching him with a slight smile.

"Does that guy have a thing for you? Always sneaking looks at you?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost asked.

"I'm not into guys," Qin Nuo replied flatly, turning to leave.

Following the number on the key, Qin Nuo found his room, Room 4 on the third floor.

Unexpectedly, the player named Roger, who didn't have a white candle, was in the room next to Qin Nuo's.

He immediately noticed the white candle in Qin Nuo's pouch, a glint of greed in his eyes.

Especially seeing that Qin Nuo's player level was only level 2, this greed intensified!

Qin Nuo remained calm.

If the other party tried to rob him, he would make sure they knew it was the most foolish decision of their life.

In the end, Roger withdrew his gaze, abandoning the idea of robbery, and entered his room.

Qin Nuo's look had made him uneasy.

His keen instincts kept him calm.

Moreover, after hearing Mountain's words, he thought maybe the white candle wasn't that important.

At night, just don't go out!

Qin Nuo also entered his room. Compared to the previous instances, this room was very tidy.

There weren't many personal items, but everything was neatly arranged.

In the Horror World, such a clean room was rare, but it gave Qin Nuo an unsettling feeling.

Too clean.

As if... besides him, something else lived here?

He went to the window and looked outside.

The asylum was shrouded in white mist, a vast expanse of white, obscuring the view.

Only the faint outlines of mountains could be seen through the mist.

Far from the city?

"I wonder where this asylum is located, and how far it is from the Nether Springs Restaurant?"

His own property could be freely teleported to after the instance ended.

But the Nether Springs Restaurant wasn't his property; he just held a managerial position there.

"Forget it, there's still over ten days left, it's too early to think about these things."

Qin Nuo went to the bathroom, washed up briefly, then took a compressed biscuit from his pouch to replenish his energy.

In the Horror Game, players wouldn't actually feel hunger; it was just a constraint imposed by most instance rules.

For example, poor work performance meant no food, and when hunger reached a certain level, one would exit the instance by starving to death.

In some ways, the Horror Game was very similar to games in the real world.

Time slowly passed.

The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and as dusk faded, night began to envelop Saint Yasi Asylum.

It was getting dark.

Outside the window, nothing could be seen anymore.

Inside the room, it grew increasingly dim.

Qin Nuo's eyes scanned the surroundings, muttering, "There doesn't seem to be any change."

"Not true, something is approaching the asylum!" the Blood-Eyed Ghost spoke up.

Qin Nuo was about to say something when his pupils suddenly contracted.

In one corner, the originally smooth, painted wall began to peel rapidly, burn marks spreading like a bone-devouring insect.

A large amount of ash filled the air.

The smell of burning filled his nostrils!

The fan, the hanging lamp, the curtains were all covered in burn marks, turning to ash and falling away.

Yet throughout, Qin Nuo saw no fire, not even a spark!

"What’s happening?" Qin Nuo's expression changed.

"Light the white candle!" the Blood-Eyed Ghost urgently reminded him.

Qin Nuo quickly took out the white candle and lit it.

The faint flame flickered unsteadily in the dimness, as if it might go out at any moment.

But it had an unexpected effect.

The burn marks on the wall quickly faded, and the things that had turned to ash returned to their original state.

"Sleep!"

Unclear of the situation, Qin Nuo remembered Mute Sister's words.

Light the white candle, close your eyes, and sleep.

No matter what happens, don't open your eyes!

He pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes.

But in such a situation, sleeping was impossible; the adrenaline rush made him even more alert!

Bang!

A dull thud suddenly came from the room next door.

Then, a loud bang as the door was slammed open.

It was Roger.

He ran out of his room?

As Qin Nuo wondered, his own door was suddenly knocked on, urgently.

Roger was knocking on my door!

Clearly, something happened to that guy, and he wanted Qin Nuo's help.

But how much better was Qin Nuo's situation?

Was he supposed to fumble in the dark to open the door for him?

Even if it were Tang Ming knocking, Qin Nuo would hesitate, because it could be a trap.

Not to mention, he had no connection to this guy!

Soon, the knocking ceased.

The room suddenly fell silent.

So quiet it was unsettling, Qin Nuo could almost hear his own heartbeat clearly.

Creak!

Amidst Qin Nuo's chaotic thoughts, a sound broke the silence.

The sound was like glass scraping against Qin Nuo, making his skin crawl!

Damn it, it was the sound of the door being opened...