【Madness is not a Virtue, Level 15】
【Sighing in Vain, Level 15】
【Rainlike Separation, Level 15】
【Bone-Laughing Grief Spirit, Level 14】
【Please select the game mode for the team to join.】
【You have selected Team Survival Mode (Normal), please confirm.】
【Confirmed, the random value for the number of team members has been generated: four.】
【Your team has entered the queue.】
【Match complete, coordinating neural connections, scenario generating…】
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It seemed their four-person team was very "lucky" to have randomly gotten a four-person script. However, an abnormal thing happened during the script generation stage… The phrase "Welcome to Thriller Paradise" didn't ring out.

Moreover, the four of them weren't teleported first, as was usual at the start of Team Survival Mode, and then watched the opening CG from a first-person perspective. They just felt the elevator move for a distance, and then heard the next system voice prompt.

【Loading complete, you are currently in Team Survival Mode (Normal).】
【This mode provides a scenario introduction and has a chance of appearing side hidden missions and special worldviews.】
【Scenario completion reward: Randomly draw a learnable skill card.】
【The scenario introduction is about to play, and the game will begin immediately after the playback.】

The next second, nothing happened. There was no introduction at all.

"What's going on?" The four of them were all thinking about the same question in their respective elevators.

Suddenly, they all felt the ground beneath their feet give way, and then they fell.

The floor of the elevator opened without warning. No one had time to react to this sudden change. Fortunately, it wasn't a "door kill" setting that happened at the beginning of the script. The players only fell about two meters and landed on a slide. An invisible pulling force tugged at their bodies, making them slide forward along the slides beneath them.

The design of this kind of slide was similar to that of a water park, but without water. Instead, it relied on gravity and repulsive force to pull the objects on the slide and move them at a very fast speed.

At this time, the four of them were moving forward involuntarily in a pitch-black environment. They didn't know the location of their teammates, nor could they see anything. They were just traveling at super high speed in their own lanes.

Before long, this inexplicable opening ended, and they arrived at the end of their respective slides one after another.

Feng Bujue was pulled by that invisible force and fell onto a chair with a large backrest. Then, the chair began to rotate and rise in place. When it finally stopped and stabilized, Feng Bujue had risen to what seemed like a quite spacious space. The surrounding light was very dim. He couldn't see very far, and could only vaguely see objects within ten meters.

Looking around, Feng Bujue found that Little Tan, Siyu, and Bei Ling were just like him, each sitting on three such backrest chairs. Each of them had a rather high operating table in front of them. The four of them occupied one side each, and in the very center was a circular open space about ten meters in diameter. The floor was paved with large tiles, with a black and white pattern like a chessboard.

Just as they were at a loss, a very sensational, deep, and powerful voice suddenly rang out in the darkness: "Ladies and gentlemen, and other gender-neutral audience members, welcome to the set of 'Death Quiz'! Please welcome the host of the show, Mr. You!"

A beam of light pierced through the dim environment and projected onto a passage connected to the circular stage in the center. At the end of the passage was a huge skull-shaped door. At this moment, the door opened, and a large amount of white mist poured out. It was unknown whether this was dry ice or real mist. The next second, dozens of dazzling colored lights swept and moved, accompanied by the music of Gangnam Style. A fat man hopped out of the door all the way, doing the horse-riding dance. And in the surrounding darkness, there was an extremely noisy cheer.

This Mr. You was bald, wearing a tailor-made tailcoat, a pair of small round sunglasses, and a tall black top hat on his bald head. His face was amiable and chubby, but he seemed very agile when he jumped. He moved to the center of the stage like a large penguin, and at the moment the music stopped abruptly, he even struck an ending pose imitating the sculpture "The Thinker"...

"Hey... what's going on... Does this mean the horse-riding dance can still fight for another thirty years..." Feng Bujue said.

"Welcome, everyone! This is..." Mr. You raised the microphone in his hand high, extending it into the air.

At this moment, the surrounding lights suddenly lit up, and Feng Bujue finally saw everything clearly. This space was very much like the recording site of a large variety show. The ceiling was full of light brackets, and wires connecting to the speakers could be seen everywhere. The four players were all facing the circular stage in the middle. In front of them was an operating table with a bendable microphone, a buzzer the size of a coaster, four small buttons representing A, B, C, and D, and a display screen.

And in the direction behind them, that is, on the surrounding stands, were sitting thousands of demons and monsters. Almost everything was there: Eastern and Western ghosts, monsters, demihumans, goblins, vampires, werewolves, Frankenstein's monsters, etc... Here, humans might be considered aliens.

"De! Ath! Quiz!" In the absence of a live director's command, the audience still responded to the host's interaction with enthusiasm, uniformity, and loudness.

"Ho ho ho..." Mr. You made a coach Anzai-style laugh, and then snapped his fingers. A cane appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Mr. You held the microphone in one hand and raised his cane in the other, saying, "Now... let me introduce the four contestants who are here today." He skillfully rotated the cane a few times in one hand, and then pointed at Feng Bujue, "Number one, Madness is not a Virtue." He did the same, introducing them one by one, "Number two, Sighing in Vain. Number three, Rainlike Separation. Number four, Bone-Laughing Grief Spirit."

"And today's winner's prize is..." Mr. You took out a white plastic medicine bottle from his pocket with the hand holding the microphone. There were no labels or words on the bottle, "A bottle of twenty ***-500 (panacea) tablets." He held it up to show it, and then disappeared the medicine bottle as if by magic, "Of course, if they all die in the game, the prize will accumulate to the next episode."

Feng Bujue didn't waste any time during this period. He used [Unfailing Strategy], wanting to see who the Boss in this script was. As a result, what he saw was the data of the fat host in front of him.

The data displayed by the skill was as follows:

【Name: Mr. You】
【Race: Demigod】
【Level: Beyond Measurable Value】
【Height: 160 cm】
【Weight: 103 kg】
【Combat Style: ???】
【Weakness: ???】
【Skills Possessed: ???】
【Danger Level: Extremely Deadly.】

At this time, Mr. You happened to say: "Okay, let's hear the pre-match declarations from each contestant! First, number one, Mr. Feng."

"Uh... I think it's best to play according to the rules of this game." Feng Bujue said, while winking wildly at his teammates.

Because they had learned about each other's details before entering the script, the other three naturally knew what Feng Bujue's title skill did. When they heard this sentence, they understood in their hearts... Don't resist, if you violate the rules of this script, you will definitely die.

In fact, even if Feng Bujue didn't say this, everyone wouldn't act rashly. Even if they didn't know whether the amiable fat man in front of them was strong or not, they had to take into account the strength of the surrounding audience. So many powerful monsters, even if a company of them charged down, they would definitely be able to wipe out all four of them.

"That seems like a meaningless piece of nonsense." Mr. You laughed, and the audience burst into laughter. Then he pointed at Little Tan and said, "Contestant number two."

"Ah? Me?" Little Tan was stunned. "That... is it possible to withdraw now, or something?"

"Good question, the answer is..." Mr. You paused, and said with a smile, "No."

The audience burst into laughter again, and Little Tan also twitched his lips and laughed dryly twice.

"Then... contestant number three." Mr. You faced Siyu.

"Nothing special to say." Siyu replied coldly.

"This beauty is very cool." Mr. You shrugged. Then, he turned to Bei Ling and said, "Contestant number four."

"Can I ask what the prize is for?" Bei Ling's performance at this time was still very pragmatic.

Mr. You raised his eyebrows, revealing a friendly and trustworthy expression as he replied, "Cures all diseases."

"Oh, then can I ask one more question..." Bei Ling wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Mr. You.

"Alright! Everyone, before the first round begins, let's introduce the three special guests who are here today..." Mr. You pointed to a row of seats at the front of the stands, and the lights shone on them in a timely manner.

Sitting on the far left of that row was a blonde Caucasian woman, wearing a black suit, with her arms crossed in front of her towering chest. She looked to be around thirty years old. She was very beautiful, but her face was full of disdain and contempt.

"The first is Ms. 'Pride' from the Seven Deadly Sins." Mr. You introduced.

"Hmph..." When the camera was pointed at her, Pride just snorted coldly and turned her head away.

However, the audience's reaction was very enthusiastic, with cheers and whistles rising one after another.

In the seat next to Pride was a young man who looked to be around twenty years old, also wearing a black suit. He had a ponytail, his face was bloodless, his eyes were scattered, and he was almost lying on the seat.

"The second is Master 'Pestilence' from the Four Horsemen." Mr. You said.

The light shone on Pestilence, and he covered his eyes with his hand, as if the light could hurt his weak body. He coughed twice and said, "Cough... cough cough... I don't feel very well..."

"You say that every time I see you. It's okay, you're much better than Young Master Kidney Deficiency." Mr. You continued.

The audience burst into laughter again.

The light then shone on the last guest, a middle-aged man sitting there. His face was firm, his eyes were bright, and he was wearing a short-sleeved top and jeans. The muscles on his exposed arms were as distinct as sculptures.

"Next is Mr. Hephaestus, the God of Fire." Mr. You added, "He is also the sponsor of the prize for this episode."

"I'm actually just here because I'm bored of facing those Cyclops in the mining area all day long." Hephaestus said.

The audience gave sparse applause, but some of those sitting in the stands were Cyclops, and they expressed considerable dissatisfaction with boos.

"Alright, everyone, next, our show is about to officially begin..." Mr. You suddenly teleported to a camera, turning his face into a big close-up, and said to the camera at an alarming speed, "This show is exclusively sponsored by Scare Box. Send a text message to participate in the winner prediction and have a chance to win exquisite gifts worth 1000 Ghost Coins provided by Scare Box. You can also log in to the website at the bottom of the screen to participate in our live interaction. To make a deal, come to Scare Box! To win prizes, watch Death Quiz! Thank you for your continued attention!"

"No wonder there's no introduction to this script, and it didn't say 'Welcome to Thriller Paradise'." Feng Bujue ignored the fat Mr. You who was enthusiastically advertising and thought, "So the rules are explained by the host the whole time..."

Feng Bujue observed the monsters around him. Everyone looked like they were not easy to provoke, and that Mr. You should have the strength to blast him into slag in a second. It seemed that the possibility of using force in this script was very low. There was not much freedom to speak of under such conditions. He didn't know what the rules of this "Death Quiz" were at this stage, but judging from the name and what Mr. You had just said, it was obvious that he might die during the game, but if he wanted to clear the game, it seemed that the only way was to participate to the end.

"First is the first round, the compulsory questions!" Mr. You threw the cane into the air, and with a soft bang, the cane disappeared without a trace. Then, he took out a stack of cards from the inside pocket of his coat. The cards were the size of envelopes, with a hard texture. The Death Quiz logo was printed on the back, but only the host could see the contents on the front.

"The rules for this round are that I will ask the four contestants questions one by one in numerical order. The answering time for each question is forty-five seconds. The correct answer adds ten points, and the wrong answer or overtime deducts ten points. There are sixteen questions in total. At the end of this round, the contestant with the lowest score will enter the arena." After Mr. You announced the rules, he immediately turned to Feng Bujue, "Now, listen to the first question!"

Feng Bujue didn't have time to think about what the "arena" meant, so he had to concentrate and start listening to the question.

"This is a history question." Mr. You's tone was intoned, and his rhythm was well controlled. "Please answer..."