Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 3.1

Published at 20th of July 2022 06:34:54 AM

After revising the list, the old witch closed the crumpled booklet and threw it to Wen Jianyan:

“Okay, send it. But you have to make a copy for me to keep.”

The young man hurriedly took the roster, helped the slightly crooked glasses legs, and replied embarrassedly:

“Um, I'm sorry to bother you.”

“Intern teacher… Hmph.”

The old witch narrowed her eyes. Behind the greasy lenses, her dark eyes reflected a gloomy light. Then she ordered arrogantly:

“It's about time to count the number of students. You're just in time. Come back after you send the roster, I'm very short of manpower here.”

“Fuck, every time a bunch of shits comes to me, a bunch of shameless things…”

The woman spat and scolded sloppily. As she turned around and walked out, her tall and bloated back disappeared outside the door.

“Bang!”

The door to the duty room was slammed rudely.

Across the door, Wen Jianyan heard the strange humming sound again, accompanied by the woman's heavy footsteps. The humming gradually faded away and was finally engulfed by the darkness.

It was only a few minutes, but for him, it was as long as a century.

Finally, there was only a dead silence in the ears.

“…..”

Almost immediately, the youthful and shy smile on the young man's face disappeared like thin snow under the strong sunlight, and only an expressionless silence remained that didn't reveal any emotion.

The barrage was also silent for a few seconds.

[….?]

[The anchor's expression always seems like he was planning something…]

[Speaking of which, he seemed very familiar with the process from the very beginning. Is he some big guy using an alternative account? After all, anchors can use points to change the outer appearance.]

[And if I remember correctly, this anchor was drawn to the initial survival time of Hell difficulty in the first level. How can ordinary people have such bad luck? It must be a limitation imposed by the system?]

[Yes, yes, I feel the same, the possibility of being an alternative account is very high.]

[However, I have followed the vast majority of S-rank anchors and big guilds, but this live broadcast style… feels a little out of place?]

At this moment, the anchor who had been motionless just now suddenly stood up.

[!!]

The audience watching the live broadcast seemed to be surprised.

They subconsciously held their breath and stared at the young man on the screen. Half surprised and half excitedly looking forward to his next move—

“Yuck——”

Wen Jianyan rushed to the desk with a single step, leaned over to the trash can and started retching.

The slender fingers pressed firmly against the edge of the desk, the knuckles turned pale due to the force and combined with the retching sound that rang through the room, it didn't look like an act.

He didn't get sunk by a criminal group, but because he was pulled into the Nightmare live broadcast software, he died inexplicably…

Don't do this kind of thing!

Wen Jianyan is very desperate now.

Just when he was panicking inside, a “ding” sound was heard in his ear, and then the mechanical sound of the system sounded:

【Congratulations to the anchor for unlocking the new way to earn points!】

【Plot offset: 31%, Reward points: 10000

As the offset increases, the reward points will also increase significantly.

Note: As the degree of plot modification increases, the instance will undergo uncontrollable changes! Please make persistent efforts to unlock the new plot of the instance!】

【The reward of the live broadcast task is being calculated for you…

Instance exploration: 20%

Reward points: 2000】

“The previous situation was too urgent, and I didn't have the time to say hello to everyone. I'm sorry.”

Wen Jianyan's eyelashes were slightly drooping, and there was no haze in his light amber eyes, appearing clear and honest. Although the voice was slightly hoarse because of the retching just now, the apology is very sincere.

“…..”

The viewers were dumbfounded for a moment.

Indeed, the situation just now was so urgent that the anchor had no choice but to block the bullet chat.

He didn't mean it either!

Looking at the host's sincere and handsome face, some viewers couldn't help but start to reflect on themselves, whether they were too harsh on this novice anchor before.

As a result, more friendly comments appeared.

[It's okay, it's understandable.]

[It's the first time a new anchor can play like this. It's amazing.]

Some people even threw some small gifts into the live broadcast room as comfort.

Watching the increase in points displayed on the screen, Wen Jianyan rolled his eyes without a trace.

Next, he randomly picked a few questions from the comments to answer.

“How does it feel? It's hard to describe. Of course, there is a little bit of fear, but it's not because of you guys.”

“Of course, I want to go out alive.”

“Hahahaha, I'm single.”

Finally, Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on a comment, it seemed that he subconsciously read out the content:

“Is the anchor really playing for the first time? It's really not someone's ghost account—”

He stopped speaking.

After a while, the young man smiled at the screen, and said with a calm attitude: “Ah, I'm sorry, I stopped for too long, it's time to continue.”

After speaking, without waiting for the chat to respond, Wen Jianyan simply and neatly blocked the live broadcasting interface again.

[???]

[!!!???]

[Wait! I seem to be aware of something!]

The comments swiped frantically, countless speculations emerged, and the number of people watching the live broadcast also soared. In the next few minutes, it rose from more than 300 to nearly 800, and it was still increasing.

Although Wen Jianyan blocked the broadcasting interface, he did not turn off the light screen.

He squinted his eyes as he listened to the sound effect of the live gift, and a fleeting smile flashed across his lips.

People.

They are all voyeuristic.

However, both the number of people online and the reward points are still too few. First, raise them, and then slaughter them when they are fattened.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the corner of the light screen, and he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

There was a miniature version of the flower pot icon.

It was the apple seedling that the system just sent.

However, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt… the soil layer on the flower pot seemed to bulge a little.

Wen Jianyan stared at it for a while, then frowned.

The icon is too small, maybe it's his imagination.

He shook his head and turned off the light screen completely.

Wen Jianyan stood up. Although his legs were still a little weak, they were much better than before.

Before turning to leave, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the mirror.

Although the matter has passed, he still has some lingering fears when he thinks about what happened just now.

In the half-broken mirror, the bluish-white smiling face had disappeared, and only the cabinet was still half-open.

……Cabinet?

Wen Jianyan showed a thoughtful look.

Speaking of which, the roster of this year's students was also dug out from here, so…are there some important clues here?

It's better to act than just think.

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and leaned over to look for something in the messy cabinet.

Because his life was at stake just now, and he didn't have a purpose, he only did some rough rummaging, and now he finally had the opportunity to rummage through the entire cabinet in detail.

“Click.”

A slight crisp sound sounded.

A small hidden drawer popped up from the bottom of the cabinet.

Really.

Wen Jianyan pursed his lips, preventing his excitement from showing on his face, and lowered his head to examine the bits and pieces in the drawer.

The drawers were dusty and piled with useless clutter, old yellowed photos, a few crumpled pieces of change, a half-cut red comb, scraps of paper, rags, and small pieces of glass, nothing special.

Chapter end