"❶ Your world has all sorts of rooms, and all sorts of doors."
"2 Behind each door are different situations. Perhaps the room is filled with bread, or perhaps it is filled with missiles ready to launch. Surviving depends entirely on your luck."
"3 Survival tip: If you get tired, you can rest in the corridor, provided you have enough candlelight, because it is very dangerous when night falls."
Zhou Yun stared at his phone, lost in the classic existential questions: Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?
He was about to stop his four-year-old brother from blowing up his dad's condoms into balloons when his vision went black, and he found himself in this place.
This was even more absurd than being hit by a truck and transmigrated to another world.
Fortunately, he was highly adaptable and quickly came to his senses.
He was now in a corridor that stretched as far as the eye could see, with only one door ahead.
On his left wrist, a timer had appeared, counting down rapidly.
The only fortunate thing was that he wasn't alone; there were three other people with him.
One girl and two boys, all around twenty-one or twenty-two years old.
The three were as bewildered as Zhou Yun, their adaptability far inferior to his.
The girl, in particular, was crying hysterically, clinging to her boyfriend, while the two boys were cursing, asking what kind of hellhole this was and how they had ended up here.
As Zhou Yun pondered the countdown, the boyfriend who had been comforting the girl suddenly exploded.
The man next to him shouted, "Your boyfriend exploded!" and then wet himself.
The moment he received it, a box flashed before his eyes: 【Synthesize torch?】
Without hesitation, Zhou Yun said, "Synthesize!"
【Congratulations on obtaining three torches!】
Zhou Yun looked down. The wooden stick and the bucket of dark oil were gone, replaced by three torches on the ground.
"Don't Starve?"
Seeing this, Zhou Yun's first thought was the game Don't Starve.
Unable to stand the smell of the room, he took a torch and walked out the door.
When he opened the door, the two people beside him had vanished.
The man's body bore many sharp bite marks, and there were traces of blood on the ground, as if he had been dragged away by something.
It reminded him of a ferocious beast dragging its prey.
As he was thinking, Zhou Yun suddenly felt a jolt of alarm and quickly looked back.
Not far behind him, a pair of red eyes were staring at him, and the eyes were getting closer.
"What the hell is that!"
He quickly struck a match and lit the torch.
The moment the fire spread, the red-eyed thing began to retreat.
Zhou Yun moved forward with the torch, and the red-eyed thing quickly disappeared.
Although he didn't know what it was, Zhou Yun felt that if he had been a moment slower in striking the match, his life would have been in danger.
The sixty-two minutes on his watch had dwindled to fifty-one. The watch originally had a sun icon, which had now turned into a moon.
Everything around was dark, and occasionally he could hear strange croaking sounds.
It took Zhou Yun two minutes to figure out the functions of his phone.
The first app was a player count.
The current player count was 3,214,651.
When Zhou Yun checked again three minutes later, there were only 2,120,400 players left.
The second app was the player lobby.
Those who didn't understand the rules had already been eliminated. Those who were still alive had entered rooms and obtained some supplies.
He clicked on the player lobby, and the lobby was filled with curses.
There were also some clever players thinking about how to survive better.
Some players were even starting to post guides, sharing their strategies.