[God, too many! They're all over the shadows!]
[I'm gonna puke! Stop zooming in, what are these monsters!]
From a bird's-eye view, the darkness in the church's corners came alive.
Thick tentacles slithered from the shadows.
Lacking suckers, their ends split into gaping, fang-filled maws.
Murky fluid dripped from their skin.
Pooling into foul-smelling slime on the floor.
The tentacles swarmed like snakes.
Closing in on the Chosen on the pews.
They coiled up their ankles.
Binding their legs.
Cold, slick, and tightening.
Then, the giant maws thrust directly into the Chosen's faces.
Rows of fangs opened.
Spewing thick, yellow-green gas.
Onto the people who kept their eyes shut tight.
The Dragon Country stream exploded.
Viewers instinctively covered their noses.
[Vomit! Help, I can smell the corpse stench through the screen!]
[This is a f***ing bioweapon!]
[Disgusting! Blasting that breath right in their faces, who can withstand that!]
The front-row Chosen turned purple.
Clenching their jaws to endure it.
But someone failed.
A Gaulish Chosen's chest heaved.
With a gag, he spewed vomit and stomach acid.
Coughing violently.
Slash!
A giant axe dropped from above.
Cleaving him in two.
Teeth-grinding chewing sounds echoed from beneath the floorboards.
[Announcement: Gaulish Chosen violated Rule 2. Eliminated.]
On the left, a white woman remained calm.
Her nostrils stayed closed.
A faint glow encased her body like a film.
Blocking the putrid breath.
Someone in the Dragon Country stream recognized her:
[Holy shit! That's Elena from the Bald Eagle Country!]
[She survived the last horror game!]
[She's glowing? Awakened a special ability? This is cheating!]
[What cheating? You only get powers by clearing the first game yourself.]
[That's experience. It's fair...]
At this, the Dragon Country viewers' hearts sank.
Elena had powers.
Other elites had peak stamina.
What about Chen Shi?
The camera cut to Chen Shi.
The chat fell silent.
On screen, the gaping tentacles recoiled like they'd been shocked.
When they got within half a meter of him.
A bizarre vacuum formed around him.
No binding, no spraying.
The Dragon Country viewers were stunned.
[What's going on? Why are the monsters avoiding him?]
[No idea. Maybe he brought a repelling item?]
[Wrong, this is definitely his first time. Where would he get an item?]
[Who cares! As long as he lives, he passes the first round!]
Soon, glaring foreign comments flooded the screen:
[Stupid Dragon Country people.]
[In horror games, standing out gets you killed faster.]
[This anomaly will definitely attract high-level monsters.]
[Just wait, your rookie is about to be torn apart!]
While the outside world argued, Chen Shi was struggling.
Even without the point-blank assault, his stomach churned.
As a professional relationship coach, he was used to expensive perfumes.
Or the pleasant natural scent of women.
Highly sensitive to smells.
He had zero resistance to this sewer-like corpse stench.
One direct breath and he would puke.
And puking meant death.
Just as Chen Shi was about to break.
Click, clack, click.
High heels echoed abruptly.
A strong, dark fragrance swept in.
Instantly pushing back the stench.
Relieved, Chen Shi took a deep breath.
Lungs filled with the scent.
His tense shoulders relaxed in intoxication.
He was comfortable.
But the Dragon Country stream erupted.
[Fuck! High heels!]
[That ghost nun is back?!]
[It's not prayer time yet, why is she back?!]
[It's over, the foreigners jinxed it!]
[Chen Shi really lured over the S-rank boss!]
Annie stopped nearby.
Seeing the vacuum around Chen Shi.
Surprise flashed in her eyes, followed by a hint of interest.
The emotion vanished, leaving her gaze cold.
Everyone had to be tested.
She raised her right hand.
A dark silver cross-scythe materialized in the void.
Black blood dripped from the blade.
Annie flicked her wrist.
The heavy scythe slammed against the stone floor.
Thud.
The church trembled.
Caught off guard, several Chosen gasped instinctively.
That breath drew the point-blank corpse gas straight into their lungs.
A bald, muscular man turned purple.
Hands clamped over his mouth, eyes bulging.
His Adam's apple bobbing wildly.
He swallowed his vomit back down.
The glow on Elena flickered wildly.
She frowned in pain.
Except Chen Shi.
He wasn't startled.
Using the vibration, he even shifted into a more comfortable position on the pew.
The fragrance completely masked the rot.
He relaxed his brow, letting out a soft hum.
Dragging the scythe, Annie walked toward Chen Shi.
She paused.
Staring at the defenseless man, her eyes chilled.
Was he not afraid of death?
The blade dragged across the stone.
Pulling out a screeching sound and sparks.
She stepped closer to Chen Shi.
Prayers flooded the Dragon Country stream.
[Brother Chen! Come on!!]
[Don't open your eyes! Don't move!]
[Our whole family's lives depend on you!]
[I'm dying of anxiety, why is he so relaxed?!]
Foreign comments mocked relentlessly:
[This pretty boy is definitely hallucinating from fear.]
[Dragon Country players are useless, but they sure know how to act tough! Hahaha!]
[Keep acting.]
[Let's see if he keeps that face when the scythe cuts his head off.]
Annie took a step forward.
The silver scythe silently rested behind Chen Shi's head.
The sharp edge pressed against his carotid artery.
A single thought, and he would be decapitated.
The Dragon Country stream fell dead silent.
Countless viewers turned pale.
Staring in despair at the screen, limbs cold.
Panic spread like a virus.
That was an S-rank anomaly.
With a scythe to his neck, ten lives wouldn't be enough.
She leaned in.
Pressing half her body directly against Chen Shi.
Extreme softness met biting cold.
Mimicking the tentacles, Annie's cold hands slowly roamed his chest and shoulders.
Then, she leaned into his face.
Their noses almost touched.
Parting her red lips, Annie blew air wildly onto Chen Shi's face.
The Dragon Country stream collapsed.
[It's over!]
[A normal tentacle's breath is agonizing enough.]
[This is a point-blank attack from an S-rank boss!]
[How can Chen Shi endure it?!]
[Stop watching, prepare for the penalty...]
Countless people were paralyzed with fear.
Hearts turning to ash, they covered their eyes.
Not daring to watch the impending bloodbath.
The foreign chat descended into a frenzy.
Filling the screen with champagne emojis.
[Pop the champagne!]
[Trying to slack off? Acting tough?]
[He's dead meat! Hahaha!]
[Did he really think playing it cool would fool an S-rank anomaly?]
[Thanks for the joke, Dragon Country! I'm dying of laughter!]