"Hey, Jin, would you like to team up with us?"

A strong, blond man greeted her with a smile, and not far away, he had five other members of the team watching.

Song Jin lazily leaned against the mud-stained wall, his eyes swept him up and down a few times, the man was not taboo, as if he was quite confident in his sturdy figure, spread out his hands, and let her look carefully.

Laughing, I high-fived him and spat out English, "It's an honor." ”

When the group of team members saw that he really invited Song Jin in, they couldn't help but raise their eyebrows and whistle, but they heard her words turn around, "But I want to be the captain!" ”

The blonde man's expression froze slightly, his eyes sank slightly, but he still smiled gently, "Jin, I'm sorry, you're not familiar with them, so it's better for me to be the captain for the time being." ”

Song Jin raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

[The people here are death row prisoners from all over the world, a total of 100, all of them are fierce and vicious, and your current identity is a beautiful girl who sells cakes. 】

"Wait, selling pastries is such a weak profession, so how did I get counted in this pile?"

Not about death row prisoners?

Can you make a big mistake by selling a pastry?

[Listen to me, you're not an ordinary girl......]

"I have an ability?" Song Jin's eyes lit up.

【... No, you're a pastry girl with no good cooking, and your dark dishes have killed more than twenty people in an instant, which makes Serial Killer Jack look at you with admiration. 】

Jack is the same blonde man he was just now, and it is said that his killing methods are extremely cruel and terrifying.

"......" is enough, what is the difference between me and the prison I was admitted to by cheating in the college entrance examination?

This is a dungeon, the face of the city lord is unknown, although there are death row prisoners here, but as long as you clear the level and complete the city lord's mission, you can get a new life and return to the modern world outside.

Song Jin saw that Jack and the others were eager to try, obviously feeling that they could definitely clear the customs with their own strength, and faintly felt that it was not good, and felt that there was something that had to be asked: "What is the previous clearance rate?" ”

[Wait, I'll look it up... Clearance rate...... It's basically zero. 】

Song Jin's heart chuckled, and suddenly he saw a man coming out of the darkness and looking at them with a smile.

Everyone was shocked, they didn't even realize that there was a person standing there.

"Hello, introduce yourself, I'm the steward of the dungeon." The man had a lottery box in his hand, and his eyes fell on them, and his voice was very gentle, "Please come and draw your numbers." ”

Not a single person moved.

There is weirdness everywhere here, especially since they are all fierce and vicious, and they have always acted cautiously, Song Jin heard the prompt sound of the system, and stepped forward to draw a number - 44.

This is not an auspicious number.

The butler smiled at her, "You are such a lovely young lady. ”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, all the number strips in the lottery barrel seemed to be alive, scattered in the sky, but in the blink of an eye, the number strips were like steel sheets, piercing their arms, and suddenly the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The housekeeper didn't seem to see it, and his voice was still gentle, "It seems that everyone has received the number slip." ”

Jack pulled out the number, and the whole paper was stained with blood, but the number was still so striking that it was 11.

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"Young Master Lance, the death row inmates have been assigned their respective identity cards."

The speaker lowered his head very low, and the room was dark, except for the faint glow of the surveillance screen in front of him.

The delicate young man who was sitting on the chair and looking at the monitoring in front of him turned his head slightly.