The lights were high, and the night was gentle.
The crackling of keyboards could be heard from afar.
Mo Zhi, who had just finished the beta test of "Ark of Doomsday," was preparing to start a new project three hours before going offline.
Challenging "Rebirth of the Cell Person"!
Even though she knew it was an old thief's signature torture-style mini-game, a pixel art game with extreme difficulty.
She still downloaded it without hesitation.
It was for no other reason than that the feeling of being tormented could be quite good sometimes.
With a sense of trepidation, Mo Zhi opened the game.
"I don't know why Old San Yin broke down, but after the baptism of the Ark, I feel that nothing can shake my Dao heart."
Clicking on "Normal Mode," Mo Zhi began the fight without any further ado!
"Prisoner's Cell: On this island, rats and wild dogs occupy the lowest rungs of the social ladder, and the prisoners are even lower than them." This game is toxic!
The loading screen displayed a helpful tip.
From a revered Doctor to the lowest stratum of society, less than rats and wild dogs, Mo Zhi's gaming journey today was certainly rich and juicy.
*Pat-pat!*
*Slurp—!*
A ball of green slime rolled down an unknown pipe, landing on the ground and tumbling a few times before forming a semi-humanoid shape.
As for why it was semi-human, it was because it had no head.
"This little thing is quite... substantial."
"Judging by the name, this is an escape game. It starts with a blob of green putty. I wonder if it's bodily tissue scraped from the God of Gluttony."
Mo Zhi surveyed the surrounding terrain and walked up to a giant skeleton. "Is this skeleton nailed to the wall with a spear our fellow inmate?"
She kept jabbing the jump button, "Speak, inmate, why aren't you speaking."
"Never mind, the inmate is asleep, let's not tease it. Let's get to work!"
Mo Zhi's keyboard controls directed her to move in another direction.
Pressing [R] to open the door on the steps, she entered and saw a pixelated aunt holding a bow and arrow.
She instinctively swung her knife, only to find she had no weapon in her hand.
"Oh my, you must be that headless kid running around, aren't you?"
Mo Zhi flailed her hands in the air as a response to the aunt's question.
"What's wrong?"
The aunt asked, "You don't like to talk?"
After a pause, she finally realized, touching her chin and saying, "Oh, I remember... you can't talk."
Hearing this, Mo Zhi's expression darkened.
This aunt really knew how to make conversation.
'That's a dark joke, for sure.'
'Auntie is truly a chatty genius.'
'Because there's no head, there's no mouth, so no talking.'
'Makes sense!'
'Mute protagonist, hooray, a benefit for those who dislike dialogue story arcs.'
...
"Coming back from the dead must be a strange experience..." the aunt continued to elaborate on the setting for Mo Zhi, "I'm sure you've realized... you can't die."
"Although I don't quite understand, you're not the first person to encounter this situation..."
e/
Soon, the "Prisoner's Cell" was conquered.
With her confidence boosted, Mo Zhi embarked on the second random map—"Avenue of the Guilty."
Humming a tune and advancing steadily, Mo Zhi's confidence grew.
Until she encountered the first elite monster with text above its head—"Speed Demon."
Her humming abruptly stopped...