ryethenovel Chapter 15: Giving hope is for the sake of greater despair to come.
Chapter 15: Giving hope is for the sake of greater despair to come.
Just as Yang Lan had envisioned, the design prototype for the northeastern district of Liberty City was the famous metropolis of New York in Maryland.
Melaka is the city with the highest rate of depression and a very high probability of suicide.
Towering buildings, arranged in rows, block out the sun, making it hard to breathe.
The well-planned but narrow roads, allowing only one car to pass at a time, cause long traffic jams and constant noise pollution.
In addition, the warm yellow light that is a must-have in every household makes people drowsy after studying for a long time.
Yang Lan felt like she was on the verge of depression after only a few days of working.
All of this was deliberately designed by the executioners.
Only then did Yang Lan begin to have the idea of recovering her mood.
What's a good place to relax in New Yorkshire?
Of course, it's the old New York Metro, the petit bourgeois favorite.
The routes are complex and non-stop, and at the Ghost Station, participants will also encounter surprise gift packages prepared by the wandering executioners.
Harvesting negative energy like crazy.
It seems Yang Lan is having good luck today, encountering a truly random event.
"It's a pity. She only saw one aspect of the 'many hands make light work' event, and the negative energy she generated was only 100 points, which is not enough."
"They think they can take advantage of me because I don't understand Chinese. 'Many hands make light work' is clearly a phrase used to describe people working together."
Labilins, hands on hips, grumbled about the "inappropriate" assessment of the paramedics.
The free spirit sat to the side, silently taking notes, pointing at the freak on the screen.
"But there were so many of them, and each of them was carrying a torch. The fire burning the two-legged sheep was really high."
Labilins looked in the direction the finger was pointing, then his expression froze, and the words he had prepared remained unspoken.
Feng —
Watching the flames erupt, the two-legged sheep transformed into fire elementals and danced.
Labilins sighed, "What a pity, what a pity the subway ran away, the participants didn't get to see the whole thing."
"My negative energy, my demonic blade!"
She shook the torture chamber next to her violently, tears welling in her eyes: "Isn't there a way to let the contestants stay and watch the whole thing!"
One glance provides 100 points of negative energy.
Even the White Demon wouldn't dare to imagine what it would be like to witness the entire process of refining fire elements.
You Xing withdrew his arm, speaking at a measured pace.
Yes, yes, we have them all.
"Only after experiencing multiple deaths and losing hope of clearing the dungeon can the Free Ghost shine."
"Eating it at that time would indeed generate more negative energy."
The white demon nodded, suddenly realizing the answer and feeling that he had found the correct one.
"That won't do. If you really die, how will you keep generating negative energy?"
After a moment's hesitation, You Xing took a sip of water and continued, "At this time, we should give them hope."
"Offer them better benefits as an incentive, and on the surface, offer them easier jobs with some seemingly simple tasks attached."
You Xing's lips curled up into a wicked smile.
"Give them enough hope, let them get as close as possible to the finish line, but never reach it. Then throw them hard to the ground and give them despair."
"This is the only way to fully unleash the negative energy within each participant."
The explanation from the executioner instantly dispelled the fog in the white demon's mind.
Before today, she was very skeptical of You Xing's "sustainable exploitation of resources".
Now, she suddenly understood the logic behind earning negative energy in the ghoul horror dungeon.
This seems more reliable than just dying from a wave of negative energy.
We will now create a realistic scenario for all participants, and then "inadvertently" insert horror content into their daily lives.
Repeatedly use them to intimidate them...
The "intimidation strategy" dungeon, popular hundreds of years ago, has unexpectedly reappeared in China.
At this point, another question came to Labilins' mind: the reason why the intimidation approach declined back then was that after participants experienced similar intimidation several times, they built up their own psychological defenses.
Subsequent intimidation tactics became less and less effective, leading to eventual failure.
How was scouting execution avoided?!
Labyrinth's thinking was on the right track, but she was a copycat demon, not a human.
I didn't understand another major advantage of the Wanderer's Guild dungeon—its realism!
……
late at night.
The real noise kept Yang Lan awake.
Unable to sleep, she unconsciously recalled the scene on the subway today, the group of strange people on the abandoned platform.
This made it even harder for me to sleep.
My mind started wandering.
The thought of life in the SimCowYork simulator is incredibly miserable, a world apart from what's described in Porco Rosso.
Yang Lan's self-numbing mechanism was triggered on her own.
"This is New York, not Squid City! Can a night view costing 300 yuan in China be the same as a night view costing 3 million yuan in New York?!"
"In China, people toil and struggle to make a living. Here, everyone lives a relaxed life. Look, even the chef goes to the subway to roast a lamb and unwind!"
"That's right! How can they be the same!"
Taking a deep breath, Yang Lan regained her composure, and her eyes, which had almost lost their sparkle, regained their brightness.
She gradually came to understand everything.
"I almost forgot this is a horror instance."
"It must be a conspiracy by the horror game to make me worry so much that I can't sleep, and that I'll be too tired the next day to fall down again."
"Hmph! I won't make the same mistake twice. Go to sleep! I have work tomorrow."
Yang Lan certainly didn't make the same mistake twice.
The next day, she was very careful on her way to work by subway and did not fall.
When it came time to choose a carriage, she made an unexpected discovery.
The other subway cars were almost full, but the car to her left was completely empty.
Squinting, I saw a line of large characters written on the carriage: "Grace women, show gentlemanly manners."
I get it, this must be a women-only carriage!
Otherwise, how could there be no one else?
On second thought, Yang Lan realized something was wrong.
She clearly saw other female office workers glance at this area before turning around and entering other carriages.
"It seems the proliferation of Beautiful Card Lbqte is indeed true."
"Even self-proclaimed 'psychologically savvy' guys actively avoid the women's carriages. Melbourne truly is a civilized city."
With her respect for Meilika growing even stronger, Yang Lan stepped into the carriage.
As soon as he stepped into the car, he smelled a strong, pungent smoky odor.
It's more irritating than regular cigarettes, and has a sweet aroma.
Once inside, she looked around and saw a passerby standing there, looking like a zombie, folded into three pieces.
Head bowed, back hunched, hands twitching intermittently.
Those who enjoy careful observation will surely be startled by the ridges and depressions on his arms that resemble karst topography.
Negative energy +20
+ 20
+ 20
Even Yang Lan could sense that something was wrong with that person.
Sensing something was wrong, Yang Lan instinctively wanted to leave.
laugh!
The car door closed, and she couldn't get out.
As for the doors connecting the other carriages, they were all crowded with people, leaving no room to pass through.
Yang Lan had no choice but to sit in the seat furthest away from the strange man and wait silently.
She had thought it all through.
Once we reach the next stop, we will immediately get off the train and transfer to another carriage.
Staying here like this, there's no guarantee that something dangerous might happen.
Little did she know that on her way to her seat, she stepped on excrement on the ground without paying attention.
They exclaimed "Wow!"
At the other end of the carriage, the zombie-like creature suddenly moved.