Isolated Island (4)

The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPCCh71 - Isolated Island (4)

He does not know if the channel that was requesting entry had switched or not, he tapped the radio several times and found nothing. However, Ren Yifei did not turn the radio off either.

It was more reassuring to have loud sounds in the background during these instances of subtle tension. BKgcoV

In any case, he did not really enter a game with natural disasters, right? There was nothing like a tsunami, right?

"Impossible. If there was a tsunami, the end result would basically be no survivors due to the low altitude of this small island," he dismissed his speculations of a tsunami.

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"There's a low probability of a tsunami, but a higher probability of an earthquake, and of course, a large typhoon."

At that moment, the storm was so strong that he noticed rain water seeping through the edges and causing the window sill to become wet. g7ps4X

He does not know if this renovated house would be able to hold up since there were already hanging water bubbles in the ceiling from the leakage. Fortunately, there was a low chance of dying if the structure were to collapse since this was a single-story house and the roof was only made of wooden support beams and tiles.

The 'clacking' sound kept coming, it sounded a bit like something was cracking. However, he did not see any cracks on any of the walls for the time being.

His wariness towards this sound was indescribable.

There must be a reason for this sound.

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"Suu—" he brought the noodles to his mouth with a pair of chopsticks and slurped them, causing a few drops of broth to splash out. The over-cooked instant noodles had become soggy while the dried vegetables were also soft and mushy. Although it did not taste good, it was at least good enough to satisfy his stomach.

Since he was unable to determine the source of danger, he should first calmly gather his strength by, for example, eating.

The room became darker as the rain intensified. If he were to draw the curtains, the house would be completely dark.

There were no lights in the room, and the candles and the flashlight had to be used sparingly. AxuC0S

His phone still had power, about 68 per cent, which was not a lot. Considering that it might have some other uses, he did not touch it and ate noodles in the dark.

There was only a flatbread left in the bowl of noodles and he quickly ate it. He also took out the mushy vegetables, sausages and eggs one by one and ate them. When the situation is unclear, every bite of food should be cherished.

Instead of drinking the rest of the broth, he poured himself another glass of water to rinse his mouth. His eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could identify different objects from their blurry shadows.

The rain outside the window was getting worse and the window was beginning to crack. There was no doubt that the glass would shatter at any moment. V1qm08

Ren Yifei remembered that he seemed to have seen a roll of yellow cellophane tape before. Under the dim light of the house, he found the yellow cellophane tape on the cabinet as well as a pair of blunt scissors.

All the windows were covered with tape, and some easily broken miscellaneous items around the house were also moved to a corner. Ren Yifei felt satisfied with this arrangement.

"This will probably slightly reduce the damage caused by broken glass."

There were a few drawn curtains, and occasionally, something could be seen stuck to them, casting a shadow. On the other side, the disturbing 'dadada' and 'clank clank clank' sounds did not stop. eVADjS

"This damn weather," he sighed.

The radio was not working, but Ren Yifei did not care about it, he had only put it aside for the harsh sound.

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

Aside from the somewhat dire circumstance, the larger changes have not yet begun.

"Is it not time yet, or does a certain condition need to be met?" He thought to himself. f8G4rP

Unlike before, this was a solo battlefield since there were no residents near this house. He does not have to worry about the players' existence, but he also could not borrow light from the NPCs so he had to arrange his time and energy more carefully and rationally.

The hour hand pointed at three and the minute hand pointed at twelve. It turned out to be three o'clock in the afternoon.

There was no electricity inside the house, and he could not go out in the rain. He basically could not do anything.

Since he could not do anything, why not...

With his shoes on, a quilt over his stomach and one hand under the pillow,

Ren Yifei lay on the bed and fell asleep in less than ten seconds: Why not sleep instead?

"Nice to meet you."

"Hello."

The situation was unstable in Mazu Temple as several players were holding each other back in a corner while the wooden door was blown about by the wind, creating a clanging sound. This was exactly what Saman was currently seeing. IYqfOa

His character this time was also tall. He was wearing a pair of jeans, white sneakers, a black hooded jacket and a very large camo rucksack; he was especially cool looking. In addition, he also had a black umbrella in his hand.

He was clearly standing in the middle of a rainstorm, but his black umbrella did not even budge and his body was abnormally clean without a single drop of rain.

As he slowly walked into Mazu Temple, several players inside began to tense up, like a pack of hyenas confronting a lion, despite Saman's smiling face and kind appearance.

Heh, all the genuinely kind players were long dead. m2PR8s

He extended his arm and shook the umbrella which automatically folded and rolled up in his hand, transforming into a black bracelet around his wrist.

Saman had just packed up a large number of supplies and arrived at Mazu Temple on foot.

Going out instead of staying in the hotel was never the right choice after a sudden storm, which was then followed by an earthquake and blaring sirens.

But he chose to leave the hotel and these players chose to gather here; they naturally had their own reasons. YAFBt6

Saman's identity was a tourist who had come to the island to play. In his rucksack, in addition to toiletries, several changes of clothes and documents, the rest were information about this island. There were a lot of recommended attractions in the travel book, and Mazu Temple was one of them.

However, he suspected that it was not that simple since he had a disability certificate in his rucksack. His character's photo, which showed a bitter expression, was on the certificate and a physical disability was written below.

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But since he was not a disguise specialist, he pushed his doubts about his identity aside. Furthermore, the character quest was to escape, so his identity was not that important.

He did not walk through the rain to Mazu Temple for tourism, nor was he seeking a thrill. It was because this was a 'supernatural instance'. TjXJWh

That's right, this instance has 'good friends'.

There were many ways for players to judge the attributes of an instance, and the most intuitive method was to look at the skills and props that were allowed in the game.

Before entering the dungeon, the player must select skills and props, but the skills and props would have restrictions on their uses. Thus, the props would be the first instance where the players could clearly define the attribute of the game.

Saman has a passive skill, 'Passerby A', that could only be applied in supernatural instances, and it was currently active. moUpuF

Passerby A: Upon entering a supernatural instance, demons will always ignore your existence. Very suitable for salted fish players.

After verifying the attribute of this instance, the first place he thought of was the religious sites.

First, it was to take advantage of the venue, and second, it was to find out if there were any available props.

The other players probably had the same idea, so when they saw Saman coming in, although the three seemed welcoming, there was not much of a smile in their eyes. q3PbRF

There were only so many resources and all who came were trying to loot. It was not like there were no other passing players before, but they were all directly expelled by the three. However, they did not dare act rashly with Saman.

Without the cover of the umbrella, the clammy feeling on his body immediately became obvious.

He stretched his hand out to catch the raindrops that were blown in by the wind. It felt a little off to the touch. It had a thick consistency when he rubbed it in between his fingertips, and it had a faint salty scent when he smelled it.

Although they were by the sea, the rain was distilled water droplets that had condensed and fallen from the sky, so in theory, it should not be salty. IlGo9p

Saman glanced outside where the rain was pouring down like a waterfall and a shallow layer of water was rapidly accumulating. He seemed to see something swimming in it, but there was nothing when he looked closely.

'Snap snap' the sound of something cracking was faintly heard. The three players were the first to move to check the walls and floor.

There was nothing unusual, no cracks and no snakes, worms or ants crawling out, but the ceiling did begin to leak.

Drip drip drip drip, the middle of a piece of limestone slab soon became wet. CR3cSL

An eerie rainy night— this was one of the classic opening scenes to a horror movie.

However, veteran players with a lot of game experience were relaxed: Familiarity is a good thing, it shows that the routine is similar. Island, rainstorm, earthquake— it was unknown if it will be the ghost ship genre or the vengeful ocean sea genre.

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After he put his rucksack on the ground, Saman sat on it and leaned against a pillar to rest with his eyes closed: The critical point is at night, there was really no need to waste time on useless speculations.

The other players didn't speak either, they all had to recharge their batteries to cope with the challenges that will come once nightfall arrives. TRpfL0

The raindrops were falling at an angle and nothing in the distance could be seen clearly; this small temple was like a lonely boat isolated by the rain. It was not just the temple, the rain was like an invisible hand that separated the players and the NPCs.

There were more and more places where the ceiling leaked and the water pooled until it reached Saman's feet. Saman glanced at it, picked up his rucksack and opened the umbrella again.

This game was probably not good for disguise specialists, and he suddenly thought of this problem.

An instance with a large number of people and complexities is advantageous to disguise specialists since it enables them to hide and seize opportunities. However, this type of instance forces players to be relatively independent and isolated, while also testing the individual's ability to cope in the face of disasters. xkEcSR

He came in after Black Rabbit, which indicated that the other person was also here.

'Black Rabbit' was a newcomer and it had only been twenty days since their first game. Would they be able to cope with this complicated environment?

"Cough cough."

It's over. Q5UYGF

After a good night's sleep, not only did he not feel better, but he also began to feel dizzy and his limbs became weak. These seemed like the symptoms of a fever.

He could not feel anything when he touched his forehead since his palms were also hot, but when he touched the cool surface of the pillow, his entire body became sensitive to the cold.

It was indeed a fever.

The gods must want to kill him. Ren Yifei covered his forehead and sighed, his throat felt a little sore. Did he turn into a fire-breathing dragon? Did fire come out of his mouth? QH FV7

He got caught in the rain for only two minutes and he immediately took a shower afterwards, but he still unexpectedly got a fever? Even a paper lantern was better, how could his physical fitness be so bad?

He must have stayed up all night and become a boiled goji berry when he returned, he thought sadly.

He was a little thirsty and his lips were dry, but the boiled water was in the small living room, which was several meters away from the bed. After he had boiled water previously, it was poured into the thermos next to the kettle so there should be quite a lot of it at this moment.

"Drink more water if you're sick," a wise saying appeared in his head. C84gLG

He struggled to get up to pour himself a glass of water, but the moment his foot stepped down, his shoe was submerged in water and made a clear 'splash' sound.

"Water?"

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Reaching for the flashlight on the side, Ren Yifei turned it on and looked around. His whole body froze. There were simmering ripples on the cement floor, and the feet of all the furniture was soaked in shallow water.

He then pointed the light to the door and saw that water was pouring out from the cracks of the door; it was the same situation for the windows. UYMAHc

Drip drip, he turned the flashlight and found that there were several more leaking spots on the ceiling. Countless ripples on the water surface collided and interfered with each other.

There was even water streaming down all of the walls like fine tooth combs.

"The storm is this bad?" A hoarse voice escaped his mouth.

Half of his shoes were submerged in water. The thickness of the shoe was about one centimetre so the depth of the water on the floor was approximately only half a centimetre. But if it continues to rise, sooner or later it would not only submerge his shoes and feet, but also the bed. sL3NQ4

Does he need to patch the holes to prevent the water from flowing in?

Ren Yifei's temple suddenly hurts.

Forget it. Rain will fall and maidens will marry, there's nothing he can do.

His top priority was to first drink water and replenish himself. He stood up and was about to fetch the water when a breeze blew past, causing him to shiver: Why is it so cold? kjMbtD

Wrapped in a thin quilt, he staggered toward the table where the kettle was placed. He pour himself a cup of hot water and blew on it before taking careful sips to moisten his lips.

It was still too hot.

He took another sip once the hot water cooled down a bit. The hot water instantly relieved the discomfort in his throat.

The watch on his wrist emitted two green fluorescent glow. It was currently a little after six o'clock, he had slept for three hours 72SDXw

The table under the kettle has two drawers, and according to Ren Yifei's memories, there might be something similar to cold medicine in one of the drawers. He rummaged around and found two packets.

Based on the date displayed on the mobile phone, one of the packets has expired while the other one was about to expire.

He mixed the content of the almost expired packet with water.

After drinking a cup of cold medicine, his body still felt a little feverish so he poured himself another cup of hot water and walked back to bed. Before night comes, he should try to sweat out his fever and regain some physical strength. RzNVuJ

'Splash', he obviously walked very carefully but the water was splashed on his feet, it felt cold and even a little sticky...

"Ah-choo!" He shivered and the flashlight light immediately fell. Suddenly he could see a smiling face appear in the shallow water, with curved blackout eyes.

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Ren Yifei's eyes slightly widened, and in a split second, a sticky slender claw stretched out and grabbed the top of his foot.

It felt both stick and cold. He could clearly see that it was a corroded and fleshy skeletal-like hand. dCkUBa

T/N: Fish hopes you guys are enjoying the arc so far, here's an early gift

It is Fish's imagination of a scene in the first chapter of this arc~