It seems that he is still in his initial state at this time, and he still cannot move.

I can only smell the scent of the hospital's disinfectant water and the gradually clear soft single touch.

The sound was on the right, and there was a male voice. After saying that sentence, there were steady footsteps.

The sound of footsteps is gradually moving away.

All I could hear was the ticking of the clock, one by one, and it sounded in a quiet room, combined with the smell of disinfectant water, and it sounded like a sense of silence and horror.

Then, the system prompts to arrive on time:

[Welcome to the sixth world!]

【World name: White Sand Paradise】

[Basic mission of all players: Survive, live until the fifth day]

[Player's personal advanced tasks: (Decided based on the role played by the player, and is being issued...)]

【Perfect Pass: Discover the Secret after White Sand Paradise.】

...

"Ding Dong!"

[The mission of the power: to ensure the survival of NPC "Yangxia".]

[Task Reward: "Power in Power" identity advancement.]

[Punishment of Mission Failure: The basic period for the "Power" identity recovery.]

...

[New san value (san value) setting in the Sixth World.]

[Please note: The san value is closely related to the player's mental state. Too high or too low will trigger different events, which will affect the final ending route of this world plot!]

[Players are advised to pay attention to changes in san values ​​at all times.]

...

At the same time, in front of the dark field of vision, in addition to the green life strip and the blue magic strip, an orange strip slowly appeared.

Unlike the two long strips, the orange color in the long strips seems to move. When I look over, I feel like I'm slowly flowing.

At this time, the value on the orange bar is exactly 80/100.

The full value is 100, while Su Mingan's san value is 80 at this time.

The barrage interface in the upper right corner also begins to scroll at the same time:

【First!】

【Here is here!】

【There are so few people participating in this dungeon... Are you still scared by the previous world?】

[I think it was mainly scared by the sixth world keywords announced by Su Ming'an on the forum...]

【Alienation, madness, Avici Hell... are really not good words.】

[Indeed, I was ready to end up, and I was scared back by this trailer.]

【The Warriors dare to end up in this world...】

[Why does Su Mingan even know the information about the next world? What is his identity? Why is there so much preferential treatment?]

[Suggest to change the identity name to: "The organizer's own son", funny.jpg]

[Preferential treatment is more important to you, if you don't have to put this lemon on your own, nmsl]

【…】

With the surging barrage, Su Mingan turned on the daily automatic blocking mode.

He had learned before that the san value means rational value, which is similar to the system's explanation and is closely related to his mental state.

So, he specially went to Minghui for more than a day to adjust his spirit to the best state.

Now it seems that I am in good spirits and can actually reach the value of 80.

The control of the body was gradually recovering, and when he finally opened his eyes, he first saw a gray ceiling.

Between the pale square, a dazzling light was lit up in the incandescent lamp, and he closed his eyes slightly.

...Wait, the vision is wrong.

At least different from normal state.

He opened his eyes again and clearly saw the faint corners that were faintly present around his vision.

It seems like the edge of the eyeball is covered with a layer of blackness, and the edges of the picture you are looking at are blurred, leaving only the center circle to be a normal field of vision.

Just like the view of a nuclear flashlight in a horror game, the circle in the center is clear, but the surroundings seem to be covered by black fog.

And just as he closed his eyes, the originally stable incandescent lamp suddenly flashed strangely for a moment.

"Squeeze, shit--"

Accompanied by a strange explosion, the field of vision in front of him was black and white. When the lights were dim, he seemed to see a blood-red shadow vaguely.

He was about to take a closer look, but in the blink of an eye, the lights were on again.

...It's like nothing happened.

He waited for a while, finally waited until his body's consciousness fully recovered, and then slowly sat up.

He looked at the room.

The room was very small, and the living space was squeezed extremely narrow by the gray walls. In addition to the bed beneath it, there was also a wooden table, a chair, and a small wardrobe next to it.

The wall clock on the wall sounded "tick" and resounded throughout this small room.

At this time, the clock hand points to 1. If he guessed it was good, it was one o'clock in the morning. However, it was not impossible at all in the afternoon.

Simple and simple furniture is quietly pressed on the ground, leaving the road extremely narrow.

There is nothing but that.

The person who spoke was completely gone, there was only a small door quietly closed, with no gaps under the door, and nothing outside could be seen.

He looked up and saw a window on the wall.

The pane was pitch black and there was no light outside, but when he looked over, it seemed like distorted black lines spreading out from the pane, and branches and leaves grew desperately, as if shadows were drilling in from outside.

But in the next blink, the twisted black line suddenly disappeared.

It seems like nothing has happened.

...As a matter of fact.

He stretched out his hand and saw a pair of nearly skinny hands.

Under the pale light, the hand was almost transparent, with countless pinholes on the back of the hand, and a huge hole spread along the upper arm of the right arm and spread to the back of the hand. The scar looked very ferocious.

He lifted the sheet and saw a blue and white striped hospital gown. Under the hospital gown was an extremely thin body. The wide clothes were wrapped around him, as if he had put a huge sack on him.

He suddenly felt a lot of pain in his thighs. The pain did not just appear, but seemed to exist all the time. However, as he continued to strengthen his control over the body, he gradually realized the continuous pain.

After thinking for a while, he closed the live room and pulled his pants apart.

He saw a line of deep red words engraved on his thighs.

...

【Don't let them hear it.】

...

The wound has not healed yet, and the marks that have been scratched are still very clear. With the pain, he blocked the handwriting and felt that the situation became more and more strange.

……"them".

"who are they?

Don't let "they" hear anything?

This information is so critical that the original body endured the huge pain and engraved it on his body, allowing him to see it at the first time, rather than writing it on a notebook next to him.

He started the live broadcast again, thought, and got out of bed.

He put on his slippers, stepped onto the floor, and his feet sank.

The floor suddenly made a twisted "squeak--" sound.

The sound was extremely strange, as if a person was wailing in an extremely high tone.

He frowned.

...No matter what, let's take a look at your appearance first.

Appearance is a very important thing, and sometimes it can help him determine his current identity.

He pulled out the system mirror and looked at the mirror.
To be continued...