"Nightmare Difficulty is living up to its name; this setting sounds hard as hell…" Wasted Life said.

Feng Bujue continued, "So... besides completing the task, we also need to take the time to find food and water to maintain our physical condition."

"Hmm..." Honghu murmured thoughtfully, "It seems this script will be very long, at least twenty hours or more."

"If the time is too short, the impact of this坑爹 (kengdie -坑: to trick, deceive, 爹: father; lit. "tricking father" i.e., screwing someone over) setting won't be apparent, will it…" Young Master Atobe complained with a frustrated expression.

"Hmph!" Suddenly, Feng Bujue made a double fist strike towards the air beside him.

"What are you doing?" Honghu asked.

"Just loosening up my muscles and bones," Feng Bujue replied casually.

"Alright..." Honghu rolled his eyes, his expression as if saying, "You're a lunatic anyway, why bother delving into it."

"Everyone, the mission has appeared, let's act quickly!" Tianma Xingkong then said loudly.

Honghu turned to look at him and sighed deeply, "Alas... in a sense, people who dare to act without considering anything... are truly happy..."

"Eh~ I suddenly have an idea!" Tianma Xingkong suddenly said again.

"What!" Honghu exclaimed, "You can actually consider strategies?"

"I'll jump into the air first to observe the terrain of this island," Tianma Xingkong continued, "Maybe I can directly see the location of that 'Temple of Faith'."

"Wait..." Feng Bujue squinted at Little Ma, staring with dead fish eyes, "Do you have an aerial floating skill?"

"No," Tianma Xingkong answered without thinking, "But I can jump very high."

"Then do you have a way to reduce fall damage..." Brother Jue continued.

"Uh... no," Tianma Xingkong said, "But you can rest assured, I definitely won't die."

"You're really wasting your talent being a professional player..." Feng Bujue burst out, adding, "You should go to the TV station to host a home economics show, with the show's name being called *Real Men Don't Read Instructions*. In front of your show, *MythBusters* can only be considered a middle school science experiment; *1000 Ways to Die* is at most a collection of autopsy reports."

"Alright, stop making fun of him," Honghu said, "We know you have strong air control capabilities; if you want to go, go quickly. No one's stopping you."

"I'll be right back." As Feng Bujue spoke, he had already taken a few steps back. He stepped down and shot up like an arrow.

By the time Brother Jue jumped into the air, Tianma Xingkong had just reacted to the meaning of the previous words. He revealed a look of sudden realization and said, "Hmm? Is Brother Feng implying that I'm reckless?"

"Fuu—hehe..." Wasted Life spat out a mouthful of smoke and smiled, "He just wanted to remind you not to waste your Survival Value unnecessarily."

They had just said two sentences when suddenly... "Ah—" a strange cry came from the air.

The next second, Brother Jue actually fell from mid-air...

In that instant, the four teammates all thought that Feng Bujue had encountered an attack in the air. They all vigilantly looked at the sky, wanting to find the figure of the monster in the purple mist.

"To be able to knock Feng Bujue down in such a short time... what kind of monster is it?" Wasted Life was secretly shocked, but his expression didn't change much, and his reaction was also extremely quick. He was the first to rush forward, wanting to catch Brother Jue.

However, Wasted Life quickly realized that Feng Bujue had not lost control of his body and did not need anyone to catch him.

Sure enough, two seconds later, Brother Jue landed on both feet and stood firmly.

"Ah... ha..." At this moment, Feng Bujue's face was black and his expression was twisted. He opened his mouth wide, and his throat made a subtle, hoarse strange noise, as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat.

"Ka—ha..." Feng Bujue waved his hands quickly in the air, gesticulating repeatedly, constantly pointing to his mouth and looking at his teammates with a very anxious look.

"He's poisoned!" Atobe made a contribution this time. He was the first to understand what Brother Jue meant and shouted it out.

Hearing this, Wasted Life, who was closest to Brother Jue, immediately took out a detoxification capsule from his bag and threw it into Brother Jue's mouth.

After swallowing the medicine, Feng Bujue immediately stopped moving and stood frozen in place for a few seconds. It was estimated that he was looking at the status in the game menu...

Soon, the black air on his face faded away, and he regained his ability to breathe and speak.

"Haa... haa..." After escaping danger, Brother Jue simply sat down on the beach and gasped for breath, "Hoo... that was close..."

"Hey... what exactly did you encounter?" Honghu asked.

"Haa... noth... nothing..." Feng Bujue replied breathlessly, "I jumped to a high point... took a breath, and then that goddamn virulent poison entered my body." He gagged twice and continued, "When I was in mid-air, all I could see was purple mist, I couldn't see anything at all, and the closer I got to the center of the island, the thicker the mist became."

"Is this mist poisonous..." Wasted Life murmured and unconsciously raised his head, "Then we're standing here..."

"Don't worry," Feng Bujue waved his hand to interrupt, "I estimate... this mist will only produce toxicity at a certain height. As long as we stay on the ground, we'll be fine." He paused, glanced at his status bar, "Hoo... but the effect of this poison... is really instantaneous. In just those ten seconds, my Survival Value has already lost 41%..."

"I understand," Honghu had already made some deductions when he heard this, "The system knows very well that someone among the five of us has the ability to move in the air for a long time, so it uses this method to deprive us of air superiority."

"Yeah, that should be the case..." Feng Bujue continued, "In addition, the way the poisonous mist invades the human body still needs to be verified... maybe this poison can not only be infected through the respiratory system, but also directly seep into the body through the pores. In that case... as long as the player goes into the sky, regardless of whether they breathe or not, they will be poisoned."

"Actually, there's no need to verify it, right..." Honghu continued, "Even if you wear a full set of virus protection clothing and fly into the sky, you still won't be able to see anything."

"Ah..." The two sighed in unison, "It's really a tight defense..."

Tianma Xingkong, who was standing on the other side, scratched his head and said, "Are you two thinking too much? Aren't you tired of guessing like this? Do you also count how many bites you chew when you eat? Don't you have to swallow no matter how many bites you chew? In my opinion, the boat will right itself when it reaches the pier. If we can't go into the sky, then let's just walk into the island."

"Heh... you're right." Feng Bujue smiled, stood up, and patted the sand on his clothes, "I also think it's time to change our strategy."

"Hey, hey, are you also planning to give up thinking?" Honghu said, "Don't go too far!"

"No, I'm not giving up thinking, just... no longer relying 100% on thinking." Feng Bujue replied, "Little Ma's words do make some sense... According to my experience of repeated failures in team nightmare instances... in this mode, it's impossible to predict and verify all the plots and fLAgs, because this mode is indeed too difficult.

"In a single-player nightmare instance, death means the end, because there's only one person playing. But in a team nightmare instance, death is not the end... dying one or two people, or even dying until there's only one or two people left... doesn't count as failure, because theoretically, as long as there is still one person alive, the script still has the possibility of clearing. Therefore, in this mode... there will be a certain probability of encountering death traps without any signs or prompts; the more the players try to predict and verify... the more likely they are to increase the probability of death.

"Many times, we need to make choices without any prompts. To put it simply... to clear a nightmare difficulty team survival script, you need 70% reason and 30%... intuition."

"You might as well just say relying on luck..." Honghu interjected.

"Luck is also part of strength," Feng Bujue shrugged, "It's like gambling; calculation is important, but it doesn't guarantee that you will win." He spread out his hands, "Of course, I have to state that my luck is very bad... very bad." He then looked at Tianma Xingkong, "But I can see that there's a guy with explosive luck here."

"Yeah... for him to have lived this long is truly a miracle of life..." Honghu added.

"What are you guys talking about again?" Tianma Xingkong interjected with a puzzled expression.

Brother Jue's long speech just now sounded like 【shashashasha——】 to Little Ma.

"Um... it's nothing, lead the way," Feng Bujue continued, "The boat will right itself when it reaches the pier anyway..."