Game World

[Congratulations Player Wei Nan! You've now entered the game Debt of Terror.]

[Congratulations Player Wei Nan! You've now entered the game Debt of Terror.]

[Congratulations Player Wei Nan! You've now entered the game Debt of Terror.]

…

Wei Nan was woken up by a series of announcements, the voice was both cheerful and bright, repeating over and over just like a broken record.

As his eyes struggled to adjust to the utter lack of light, he realized he was now thrust into a strange new environment.

All he could see was the darkness of the void that seemed to stretch on forever, with no discernable edges or boundaries.

Except for his eyeballs rolling around left and right trying to take more of his surroundings, his body felt cold and he couldn't move.

'Am I dead? That's right…that lamp post..'

If he knew this would happen, he wouldn't bother stepping out of Uncle Li's store. Recalling the scene of him departing despite the calling of Uncle Li, he felt pain in his heart.

The memories of his death were still fresh in his mind and as if to snap him out of his stupor, the voice of the announcements turned louder, piercing his head and interrupting his thoughts.

In front of his eyes was the thin blue hologram light screen as he repeatedly blinked to adjust his sight.

[Player Wei Nan, Age 20, Died from a heavy concussion. You've been blessed by the Lord of Terror and gained a new life. You've now become a new player in the game Debt of Terror.

•Player Wei Nan's Profile

•Portal

•Wallet

•Store (locked)

•Backpack (locked)

Debt Remaining: 1000 True Crystals]

The announcement on top was accompanied by the video of his death at the bottom and it was even played automatically for him to see with the volume turned all the way up.

[To motivate the player, here's the rewind video of the player's death. We advise the player to work hard and pay off your debt!]

His mouth twitched as he read the side note. How thoughtful indeed.

Wei Nan noticed the balance of his debt. It seems this was no different from before his death, even after he died, debts will forever continue to follow him.

He has a few guesses relating to the sudden pile of debt falling onto his head. He wanted to open his mouth and speak but neither his face nor his body could move, making him feel uncomfortable all over. As if reading his thoughts, the cheerful robotic voice spoke again:

[Player Wei Nan, you guessed right. In exchange for reviving your life, you will be in debt to the Lord of Terror. As for how to earn this True Crystals, you will have to explore the games yourself.]

'Lord of Terror…'

Wei Nan only spoke this name inside his head yet just the mention of this name, he felt a chill seeping through his body, the numbing sensation was especially concentrated at the side of his neck.

If Wei Nan were to look in the mirror right now, he would've noticed the blood soaked butterfly tattoo, at this moment, flashing a small red light before returning back to normal.

Feeling the pain on his neck, he frowned. It has been awhile since he felt such a weird sensation.

His eyeballs roll around and stare at the screen interface then at the five floating icons on the right. Personal profile, Portal, Wallet, Store, and Backpack.

The names itself are self-explanatory but he still has many questions. In fact, he had a few guesses about his current situation but he still needs to confirm his guess. After knowing his thoughts can be read, he muttered the question in his head.

'Why can't I move? What kind of game is the Debt of Terror?'

[Player Wei Nan, although you're a player now, you haven't experienced your first game yet. In other words, you're not an official player. The revival of your body won't be 100% complete without the identity of the official player.]

'As expected. So that's how it is.'

His body could be said to be no different from a corpse as of right now. Except for his working brain and consciousness, other parts of his body were freezing cold, emitting an unpleasant odor.

'You haven't answered my other question. What kind of game is the Debt of Terror?'

…

The cheerful voice didn't speak this time. The void was already silent to begin with, and now in the absence of the robotic voice, leaving him in a complete state of isolation and stillness.

The true emptiness where nothing exists and not even the faintest hint of voice were heard, not to mention, the rotting smell of his corpse, it was truly strange and unsettling.

The voice finally spoke, contrasting from its bright voice earlier, it spoke slowly, each syllable echoed with an unnatural metallic tone, like the screeching of metal against metal.

[Survive. Each and every player just needs to survive. In return, there will be unimaginable rewards. Any wishes can be granted as long as you survive.]

A chuckle vibrates through the void, it begins low and slow, slowly building in volume before cutting off with a sharp, sudden halt.

[Welcome to the Debt of Terror. We wish you a wonderful journey.]

Feeling himself faded into unconsciousness amidst the voice, a sense of resignation washed over him.

'So be it. I just have to survive.'

…

In a small and cramped room, the harsh sound of the electric fan's motor fills the air, with each rotation, it emits a sharp screech.

The young man lying on the bed stirs, slowly opening his eyes and blinking in the dim light. The soft black bangs covering his forehead were blown away by the electric fan, revealing a pair of sharp blue eyes.

Staring at the old ceiling, he silently extended a hand out and fell around the back of his head, upon feeling no injury and not feeling the expected blood soaking his fingers, he retrieved his hand.

He was revived. He can move and there was no injury.

A sigh of relief left his lips. He shifts slightly, feeling the uncomfortable bed beneath him. With his senses coming back to him, Wei Nan takes in his surroundings.

He was in a small room, with a single twin-sized bed that dominated the space. The walls are painted a dull, institutional white, and are devoid of decoration or personal items.

A single window is set high in one wall, and is covered with a set of louvers that allow little light to filter in. Instead, a single fluorescent light hangs from the ceiling, casting a harsh, unforgiving light onto the room.

In the corner of the room stands a cramped wardrobe, with a small lock on the door. There is a single chair and small table in the room, with no other seating or storage available.

'A school dormitory room.'

Wei Nan felt all too familiar with his surroundings, it was the typical student dormitory room.

Washed over with a sense of nostalgia, he got out of bed and looked outside the window through the gaps of the louvers.

The sun is high in the sky, casting a warm light onto the football field lies outside the window. The sound of the students' shouting and laughter fill the air.

Looking down at his own body, he was surprised to find he also wore the same school uniform.

'When was the last time I wore a school uniform?'

Wei Nan felt strange. He was a high school dropout and had been working hard to feed himself, to suddenly wear a school uniform again…

'Right. This is a game. This is in a game world of Debt of Terror.'

The young man stood tall, dressed in a white collared shirt, with a blue tie and light blue stripes running along the collar. The cuff of the long sleeves were rolled up just below his elbow, revealing a pair of lean and slender hands.

His hair is a rich, lustrous black that falls down messily to his forehead and onto his shoulders.

Wei Nan turned off the electric fan as it kept messing with his hair, it was almost turned into a chicken coop just now.

In fact, he felt uncomfortable from head to toe. His hair is too long but it was acceptable as he was used to it but the school uniform was unbearable, not only does it not fit his aesthetic but it felt too tight on his body.

In Dongzhe City, his height at 185 cm could be said to be above average and Wei Nan was the type to do all sorts of odd jobs since young, it was no doubt that he worked out regularly.

Although it couldn't be compared to the muscles of those bodybuilders, he still has the typical six-pack, with well-defined abdominal muscles and wide shoulders.

'This uniform is too small.'

Slowly unbuttoning the school uniform to take it off, Wei Nan thought of the robotic voice and thought, 'this Debt of Terror game is not user friendly at all. Can't it find a shirt a size bigger?'

The system that was monitoring the newbie: "..." it has never been insulted by a newbie like this before.