In the elevator-like space, there is no sound quietly.

An LED light is installed at each of the four corners above the space box, emitting pale light.

Meng Busan sat in the middle of the elevator, wearing a blue and white sick gown, and his slightly curly half-length hair fell loosely on his shoulders.

He wrapped his arms around his knees, staring at the words on the wall in a daze.

Under the light, his exposed skin showed a more pathological and pale appearance.

He stretched out his hand and touched a few words on the wall.

The cuffs of the sick clothes were stretched under the cuffs, revealing his lonely wrists and protruding wrist bones, revealing a faint blue bloodline. What was more obvious was that the scabbed wounds on his arms spread to the place covered by his sleeves.

"Gambling life..."

Meng Bu curled his lips, "It looks interesting."

Another Meng Busan reflected on the wall spoke: "Please check your skills."

The wall reappears his personal interface.

【Name: Meng Busan】

【Skills: Game Life】

【Level: L1 (requires 20 points to be upgraded to the next level)】

[Title: Not yet obtained (L3 is required to enable)]

[World Ranking:??? (It has not yet entered the top 100 rankings, and it takes L2 to open the ranking list)]

【The mall has been opened (you can buy points)】

【The remodeling of the lounge area has been started (you can buy it with points)】

【Existing points: 5】

Meng Busan chuckled, "Five points to level one, that is, you need to pass an E-level trial field, and twenty points to level two, you need to pass four E-level trial fields. However, if you think about it, the world will not arrange such good treatment for us poor trialists."

Shadow said angrily: "You are still pitiful. The trialists who are on the same trial field as you are almost scared to death by you!"

Meng Busan narrowed his eyes, "Isn't this very good? Since I've come here, I have to try my best to adapt. I will teach them a lesson first so that they don't have expectations for this place."

"To put it bluntly, there is no good thing in the world to fall into a trap. You have to pay as much as you want. Although you can get anything here, what you pay is probably the life of the trialist."

The shadow opened his mouth and stared at him blankly.

Meng Busan touched his chin with interest, "You look mentally retarded and feel a bit like a mortal."

Shadow: "You crazy! You are a mortal, don't you think you are a god, right?"

Meng Busan grinned and showed his white teeth, "Isn't there a saying? People locked in mental hospitals may be geniuses, and maybe the world in their eyes is right, but they are not understood by others and will be locked in the hospital."

Shadow sneered, "But no matter how powerful you are, don't you have to struggle here? Let me tell you, you can't stay in this rest area forever! You can only stay here for a while, and when it's time, you will be forcibly thrown into the trial field!"

Meng Busan yawned and closed his eyes completely, "Oh, thank you for revealing me some more information."

Shadow widened her eyes, "I...I didn't say anything!"

Meng Busan: "At least I learned from your words that the stay time is not fixed."

Shadow scolded: "Damn!"

After a while, he still said unwillingly: "How did you know?"

"Is there any problem with what I just said?"

Meng Busan: "Little fool, you deliberately blur the time, which proves that time is not fixed? If it is a fixed time, you should deliberately say it out and scare me in anger."

Meng Busan's shadow held his head and was on the verge of collapse. "Why... why... I just don't have a program of emotions, why can you even calculate my reaction?"

Meng Busan lay back and let the back of his head hit the ground.

He raised one hand to block the light in front of him.

Meng Busan whispered: "Because I am a genius!"

Shadow: "Ph!"

"Meng Busan" on the wall stared at Meng Busan on the ground.

"You dare to talk to me like this. I think you don't want to live anymore. You have to know that I can tell you nothing!"

Meng Busan said in a nasal voice: "Well, then I won't tell you, I've guessed it anyway."

The shadow "Meng Busan" looked suspicious, "Impossible!"

Meng Busan kept tapping the ground with the back of his head, making a "dong dong dong" sound.

With this refreshing rhythm, he said: "The E trial field is five points, and it takes twenty points to get to level 2. This can be speculated that you can get about ten points when you pass the D trial field, and you will get fifteen or twenty points when you pass the C trial field."

"Through my previous test, since the world intends to toss me, the difficulty of the C trial field will only go higher, and the score you get must be the higher, right?"

He grinned, "I am really grateful to the world for giving me the opportunity to level 2 in one fell swoop. I also want to see what the world ranking is."

The shadow "Meng Busan" was panicked, "You, don't be proud! It will be difficult for you to pass the trial field if you don't exchange things. Only the things you exchange in the rest area can you get them into the trial field one by one. The things you pick up in other trial fields cannot get the rest area, nor can you get the next trial field..."

The more he spoke, the calmer he became, as if he had already confirmed that Meng Busan would definitely exchange for something to spend these 5 points.

Meng Busan still hit the ground with his head, but said firmly: "I don't want it."

Shadow coaxed: "There are many good things."

Meng Busan: "No."

Shadow: "You can also pinch a biochemical person with your younger brother's appearance~"

Meng Busan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes dark and dark.

The shadow was startled by him, and after a while he realized that it was a world-dividing boundary that was afraid that he would do something with the trial!

Meng Busan looked disgusted, "What are you thinking about, you pervert!"

Shadow: "…grass."

I just don't want you to say that!

The shadow said with a hint of malicious intention: "Don't you really want to exchange it? There is your medicine here. You are tortured by the condition very painful? The medicine here is safe and has no side effects. It won't make people want to sleep after taking it, and it won't cause you a headache..."

He stared at Meng Busan with empty eyes, "You kept hitting your head on the ground because of a headache, right? And the headache caused by the condition, even the pain makes you unable to think, right? This is a pity for you who have a smart brain."

"Redeem the medicine, just 5 points can help you get rid of the pain for a while."

Meng Busan lay weakly on the ground and sneered mockingly, "Then what? I have to continue buying and keep getting points. Maybe after getting used to comfort, I will never be able to do without this medicine."

"Meng Busan": "Aren't you very powerful? Getting points is a breeze for you."

"Meng Busan" smiled and said, "What's more, as long as you save enough points, we can help you get rid of mental illness forever and live like a normal person."

Meng Busan opened his eyes and stared at the sea above his head, "Then am I still me?"

Before the shadow on the wall could speak, Meng Busan chuckled.

"No need to worry, I enjoyed the pain because it made me feel real."

"And, I don't believe every word you say!"

This so-called treatment may make him sink even deeper.

He looked at the palm of his hand, and there was also a wound in his palm.

Meng Busan whispered: "My illness makes me remember clearly where I came from, and who is waiting for me."

The dull and hazy mind because of the medicine, the crazy nerves because of the pain... These are all brought by him from the real world, and he will take them out one day.

He made an agreement with his younger brother that he would live well, treat his illness well, and meet him alive.

Meng Busan spread his arms and lay on the ground with his arms raised and crossed.

"Turn me crazy a little more thoroughly."

Meng Busan's shadow looked cold, like a machine without emotions.

"Then please the world, humans."

Meng Busan covered his face and let out a crazy laugh, "Then let's see who pleases who."

He put down his hand and his eyes were wild.

He said in a sweet voice: "...my dear world."

Even the shadows on the walls were caught at this moment.

This guy is obviously in such a bad health, and he can still pretend to be healthy in the last trial field and even set up such a big game. It's really a bit scary.

...

Meng Busan took a moment and sat up slowly.

He smiled, "Okay, let me see how I used the skills I've drawn."

He clicked on his skill “Game Life” on his personal panel.

A skill panel popped up immediately on the wall—
To be continued...