"Understanding the rules of this world, and then overcoming it, is the meaning of the existence of the pioneers." "Friend" said: "Play slowly, it doesn't matter if you die, I'm going to be busy~"

Sun ruthlessly opened his eyes, and an abandoned old station appeared in front of him. The name of the station was so mottled that he couldn't even tell the date. The federation has not paid attention to infrastructure, and abandoned stations like this may have long been lying in a certain area, uncared for, and slowly decaying.

He's the only one here.

He was carrying a suitcase in his hand.

Cloudy.

Borrowing from the stagnant water on the ground, he could see his face clearly, a young man with a stubble face, draped in a brown coat, and his face tired.

He clicked on his list of attributes, and there was no change.

So he disappeared where he was, and when he reappeared, the man and the suitcase were a hundred meters away.

I didn't feel anything, just a normal use of skills.

But he sensed something strange and looked down to see that he had hit a part when he landed, and it was covered in rust.

But no sound was heard.

Sun ruthlessly opened his mouth to say a word, in this empty station, any sound will travel far away.

Didn't hear anything.

"Silent Death"

He's already understood half of the rules, but he hasn't found the other half yet.

Moreover, his teammates should be here as well.

In front of him, directly across from the station, was a city, but there was no shadow of anyone. All the buildings are as dilapidated and devastated as this station. Much like a scene from the end times.

Unable to make a sound, able to use the ability normally, and with high attributes, Sun ruthlessly kicked and shattered the marble beside him.

He needs to hack the game, in other words, to find a target.

So he opened his suitcase first.

Inside was a similar black coat, a razor, and, finally, a diary pressed against the bottom of the box.

In the paper diary, Sun ruthlessly judged the age.

December 19: The company fired me, and the few remaining colleagues cast happy eyes. In this day and age, it's hard for even computer workers to find a job, not to mention that I'm not too young.

December 22: Work is my only source of income. The country is stepping up to build a nuclear energy industry, and if successful, humanity will have an endless supply of food, at least not starvation. But I probably won't be able to wait. This era will eliminate some people, but the era itself will not be eliminated.

December 24th: My wife left me on Christmas Eve with her children. The government will give me a little unemployment benefit, but it may no longer be worthy of her beauty. I don't know how long I can spend the money in my hand, but if I can live for a day, I will live for a day.

December 29: This is the first time I regret not spending money on a gun, someone has targeted my house, stolen all the cash, and my car has been driven away. I don't know if the police will accept this case, there are still two days to go before the New Year, and the weather is very cold. I didn't dare to go home, my father seemed to be still seriously ill, and I didn't want him to know the news.

January 1st: Someone said they were going to give me a job, I don't know where that voice came from, but I did find a ticket on the table. The back of the ticket reads: Please kill the Grim Reaper.

This is the end of the diary, and there are no more valuable clues in the suitcase.

Puzzle game? Sun ruthlessly flipped through the diary, the author's handwriting seemed a little messy, but the word "Grim Reaper" seemed a little too neat.

This man, perhaps, has gone mad.

Whether it was needed for the plot or had nothing to do with solving the puzzle, Sun ruthlessly wrote down all the details little by little, then packed up, dragged the suitcase, and began

Step into the city outside the station.

A torn newspaper was swept up by the wind and silently covered his face. Staring at this strange historical artifact, Sun ruthlessly saw the report on the Great Depression above.

Before nuclear energy coverage was in place, a violent financial tsunami swept the world again, leaving countless people unemployed, homeless, and of course, perhaps the owners of this body.

It seems that countless ghosts surround this silent city, which may be the world of the dead, because the dead have no chance to speak.

Sun thoughtlessly and walked through the street, and there was a crossroads in front of him.

On the fountain in the center of the intersection is a statue of the Grim Reaper holding a scythe.

Do you want to kick it to pieces? Sun Ruthless was always ready to use his abilities, he could teleport behind the statue and smash its head with a single kick.

If the lines on the diary were the purpose of the game, killing the Grim Reaper would be too simple.

Unless, the Grim Reaper can kill him.

Bite.

Suddenly, a crisp sound pierced his ears, like a silver needle falling on an iron plate, and the sound echoed in this silent city, startling several crows on the tall buildings.

Sun was ruthlessly startled, and the next moment, he saw the silver light reflected on the sickle.

The statue turned into a real black shadow, holding a scythe, and slashed at Sun's ruthless neck.

But it slashed a piece of air.

Sun Wuru and his suitcase, together with him, appeared at the other end of the street and returned to the square of the station.

From afar, the figure of the Grim Reaper was no longer visible.

But the scythe is still there.

Right in front of his neck.

If Sun ruthlessly turned back, he would find the floating cloak, and the skeletal face.

Die.

This is not reality, the level of the character determines his ability to act. He had tried the fastest speed of this body, but it was clear that this scythe was faster.

It's almost as fast as teleporting.

Suddenly, he felt a huge object slam down behind him. Before he could come back to his senses, the force on the scythe suddenly loosened a lot, and Sun ruthlessly used teleportation again, but this scythe didn't hurt him in the slightest.

Teleported to a corner of the square, and was greeted by a huge fireball, which smashed into the Grim Reaper.

In a building not far away, a woman with a staff floated in front of the window. She looked at Sun Wuru, and the middle finger and thumb of her left hand were clasped into a ring and buckled to her right wrist holding the staff.

This is a gesture of special forces, which means "suspect".

Sun ruthlessly picked up his suitcase and appeared behind the Grim Reaper, if the world could hear the sound, he would definitely hear a loud thud.

A large hole was smashed into the suitcase, and the skull was broken off and thrown into another corner.

The flames were still burning, and he could feel the heat from above, but there was no crackling sound, which made him a little unaccustomed to it.

The next moment, the cloak of the Grim Reaper, along with the skeleton shelf inside, disappeared into thin air.

On the building, An Ran slowly floated down. Her character is a beautiful woman, with long wavy blond hair, snow-white breasts, and an innocent expression that does not match her bewitching face, which can be seen at a glance as Enron.

Like a witch, she sat on a staff and floated in front of him, raising her palms to say hello, but she didn't speak. If not being able to speak is the most important rule in this world, perhaps it is to prevent them from communicating with each other.

What about writing? What about lip-syncing?

An Ran shook his head and pushed away Sun's ruthless hand. The staff in his hand carved a word on the floor, but Sun Wuru glanced at it

went, but couldn't tell what she was trying to say.

No communication between all players.

But judging by her expression, it's not over yet. This god of death is indeed weak and can't help the wind, but the cloak that dissipates in the wind seems to come again.

Now, the two of them were left in the square. The breeze was blowing, and it seemed to be a little cool.

Sun ruthlessly made a gesture to continue looking for other teammates. He subconsciously glanced at the building where he appeared safely, not far from the station, was a luxurious hotel.

He didn't dare to go back to the street just now, so he took another path. Enron is as natural as ever, riding on the staff, constantly rubbing out the devastating orb in his hand, and is wantonly destroying the scene in the game.

Her bounty should still be usable. Sun ruthlessly thought to himself, maybe she didn't want to put in the effort, but if she used her gifts, maybe it would be no different from cheating.

Of course, Sun Wuru is the easiest person to cheat in this game, and if he turns to his "friends", he may be able to get the answer in the next second.

But this kind of game is still quite interesting.

Adapting to the rules, and then breaking the rules, is the pioneer.

As for the absence of sound, he doesn't feel that it is to deprive them of their perception, and importantly, the players cannot talk to each other. Just like the diary in his hand, other players may have their own secrets. He tried to show Enron the diary, but she said she couldn't read a single word on it.

The way to kill the Grim Reaper is in the hands of these six players.

Moreover, Enron is probably the same as he thinks.

There is no sound in this world, but vision is not hindered.

So you can see the falling rocks that have been shattered by her magic. Under the brilliant firelight, a skyscraper collapsed, and in the smoke and dust, Sun Wuru saw a thin figure hurriedly dodging and running towards them.

Across the road, the little girl raised her head and was stunned for a moment when she saw Sun Wuru and the two.

Gamer? Or the Grim Reaper?

Enron rubbed another serve and gestured a T with his hand.

So the little girl threw a bottle of potion behind her, and the extremely corrosive force dissolved the reinforced concrete into a pit.

It's Lu Yue.

But Sun looked at her ruthlessly, and there seemed to be some caution hidden in it.

The collapsed building didn't make a sound, and an eerie atmosphere began to permeate the room, even though they knew each other's inner identities, but in this game, it seemed that everyone had a corresponding role.

Lu Yue looked at the two of them across the road with a suspicious expression.

Each character seems to have a different mission.

When he was alone, everything seemed so simple, there was death, and killing was it.

But when the third player appears, it starts to get complicated.

Unable to communicate, there is a lot of suspicion among human beings. The opponent doesn't have to come from that elusive cloak, but also from the players around them.

But now, the scene is somewhat deadlocked.

Suddenly, there was a soft tinkling sound in the ears of the three of them, and in this world, any subtle sound was infinitely amplified, as if to remind them of the arrival of death.

The scythe stretched out towards Lu Yue. She now looks like a little girl, probably about the same age as Forgotten Words, wearing a somewhat dirty red dress, carrying a backpack with a cartoon pattern, and combing her ponytail, but her expression is somewhat mature.

In the next second, Sun ruthlessly appeared beside Lu Yue and disappeared under the scythe of death with her.

But as soon as he stood firm, he turned around to find a fireball generated in the hands of the Grim Reaper, and then decisively threw it at An Ran, who was riding a staff.

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