Sora: “It’s almost ready, don’t worry. I’m going to rest first~”
After sending the message, Yi Mo stopped checking for a reply.
It wasn’t that he was being cold.
It was just that the more she cared for him, the more he felt he owed her.
It was better to say less, though he hadn’t expected her to remain so persistent for four years.
The two had grown accustomed to this way of communicating.
After closing QQ, he began to study the Become an Idol APP.
Opening the “Me” page, he saw his original 349 Points had now become 199 Points.
Just as Qin Muse had said, his points were indeed decreasing by 50 every day.
Yi Mo rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Even though it was summer, he still felt a bit cold.
He poured a cup of boiled water and then wrapped himself in a blanket to continue his research.
First, he visited the mall.
There was nothing that could be purchased with real money; instead, every item could be exchanged for Points.
The most direct indicator of the value of these points was the exchange rate: 1 Point could be exchanged for 200 Soft Sister Coins.
Everything from small toys and accessories to large items like planes, tanks, and ships could be exchanged.
The Points required were essentially based on their real-world monetary value.
Of course, things that could be bought with money weren’t the highlight.
The important part was that he could exchange points for items that weren’t available in reality — such as guns, grenades, or limited edition figures that had been out of print for years.
Everything he could imagine was there!
It was enough to make Yi Mo’s head spin.
However, there was a difference between this mall and the one he saw when entering a game; the items here were noticeably more expensive.
The difference was that items in the game-start mall were one-time use, only applicable for that specific game session.
If an item couldn’t be used within the game, the Points would not be refunded.
As for the things Yi Mo had seen in the novels Yilu used to read — such as bloodlines, various physical attributes, super-era weapons, or magic equipment — there were no such products here.
The in-game shop seemed to have them, but he hadn’t looked closely at the time.
Now that he was in the real world looking through his phone, they were nowhere to be found.
The more Yi Mo scrolled through these items, the more he found this damned APP detestable.
A daily reduction of 50 Points meant directly losing 10,000 Soft Sister Coins, didn’t it?
He had plenty of savings, so that didn’t matter much to him.
But for those who lost their lives inside, it was a total scam.
It made human life seem worthless.
That wasn’t even the worst part.
According to Qin Muse, if your points ran out, you were forced to enter a game.
That was the real trap!
It was essentially forcing everyone to play this ridiculous game!
‘But… there’s no way… to escape…’
Yi Mo frowned slightly, murmuring to himself.
He searched for any kind of customer service or feedback window, anything that could answer his questions, but found nothing.
Finally, he looked back at his Girlfriend Group.
‘Still a Girlfriend Group?
Isn’t one crazy woman enough?’
Yi Mo looked at her last message.
He wasn’t afraid of her coming to find him.
After all, he had dealt with plenty of obsessed fans over the years, and none had ever actually shown up at his door.
But the idea of her waiting for him to enter a game together was a bit terrifying!
If she targeted him from the start and caught him like a little chick, his physical fitness would be no match for her.
Yi Mo was genuinely feeling miserable due to his cold, fever, and pharyngitis.
He couldn’t help but think.
‘Anyway, I have to participate. Dying sooner or later is still dying! I’ll just start a game by myself first!’
Taking action as soon as the thought occurred, Yi Mo went back to the game categories.
After thinking it over, he decided that a romance game was the most suitable for him, and the risk should be smaller.
He tried to select the romance game category.
[Your level authorization is insufficient.]
Yi Mo’s face darkened.
He thought to himself that the system could at least tell him what level was required!
Feeling helpless, he tried to select the mystery-reasoning category.
[Your level authorization is insufficient.]
The music category!
[Your level authorization is insufficient.]
Finally, after trying every single type, Yi Mo clenched his fists, so angry he nearly fainted.
There wasn’t a single game type for which his level was sufficient!
‘Whatever, just let it all end!’
Dressing in sweatpants, a short-sleeved shirt, and sneakers, Yi Mo expressionlessly tapped the random match button.
The System finally gave a response.
[Current Points: 199]
[Matching game automatically…]
[Game Type: Random]
[Matching game… Countdown: 10, 9, 8…]
[Matching successful. Have a pleasant game. May you survive.]
***
A familiar white space, a familiar system prompt.
[Time until game start: 10 minutes]
[Game Name: Werewolf Kill (Cupid Setup)]
[Game Type: Survival]
[Other Information: Not available]
[Please select and purchase the items you need, and set your nickname and image for this game.]
Seeing the prompt while suffering from his sickly state, Yi Mo couldn’t help but frown slightly.
He had played Werewolf Kill before — quite a few matches, in fact.
Some might think it was the online version of Werewolf Kill, which is different from the offline version.
After all, Yi Mo was a shut-in who rarely left the house.
But that wasn’t the case.
For special reasons, Yi Mo had played “face-to-face” games more often than online ones!
However, those were part of his dark history, and he didn’t like to talk about them.
He always felt something was off about the System’s prompt…
After thinking for a moment, he finally realized it.
The game type was strange; it was labeled as survival.
Considering the nature of this Death Game APP, it made sense, but Yi Mo still felt uneasy.
He wondered if the game he was about to play would differ from the online and offline versions he knew.
But it didn’t really matter.
Yi Mo stopped dwelling on it.
Without much further thought, he set his nickname for this game to “Shiba Daye.”
Once that was set, he immediately entered the avatar creation stage.
The first thing he did was fix his cold, fever, and pharyngitis.
It hurt every time he swallowed.
If he had to play Werewolf Kill with a throat like that, wouldn’t it be the death of him?
“Heh, so it can be used like this.”
When Yi Mo spoke, his voice was much deeper than before.
It carried a hint of raspiness, making him sound not like a 20-year-old young man, but more like a 40-year-old uncle whose voice had become hoarse from long-term smoking.
As a professional vtb, Yi Mo’s voice-acting skills were already god-tier.
He had even fixed his natural vocal range to a female voice, so he actually had to use voice manipulation to get a male voice back.
Now that he had reset his vocal cords, he adjusted his pitch.
He wanted a voice that would sound more convincing and make it harder for others to read his emotions once the game started.
Even if this kind of voice was a bit straining on the throat.
After that, Yi Mo directly adjusted his facial nerves.
He tidied up his slightly messy hair but intentionally kept his fringe long enough to half-cover his eyes.
Yi Mo added a “sick” status to himself: facial paralysis!
Werewolf Kill was a game of discerning truth from lies.
A voice that was hard to read, a face without expression, and a brain he considered clever enough — Yi Mo felt this was already a winning combination!
As long as he got a good role!
His luck shouldn’t be too bad.
This setup was practically a game-breaker!
It was like having a cheat code!
As soon as the idea formed, he took action.
Yi Mo didn’t want a repeat of the last round, so he went straight to the settings.
[Do you confirm the use of this adjusted image?]
“Confirm!”
Yi Mo watched his Points drop from 199 to 177.
Looking at the expressionless, paralyzed face in the mirror, he felt much more at ease.
There were 6 minutes left until the game started.
Yi Mo took another look through the mall and exchanged his points for the following items:
Sports electronic watch: 4 Points.
Black cloak: 1 Point.
Lighter: 1 Point.
Candy cigarettes (candy) five boxes: 1 Point.
Desert Eagle: 15 Points.
After the exchange, he had exactly 150 Points left.
Yi Mo’s slight OCD was instantly satisfied, but his gaze lingered on a 1 Point mask, and he hesitated!
Wait!
Setting this poker face cost him a full 20 Points.
But actually, couldn’t he have gotten the same effect for 1 Point?
Did he just take a massive loss?!
In all honesty, that Minotaur Mask looked quite cute to Yi Mo, perhaps because it was so bizarre.
Hmph, if he wore that into the game, wouldn’t he…
Be the first one out?
Forget it, forget it…
After realizing that, Yi Mo finally gave up on the idea.
With his preparations complete, Yi Mo tested the avatar creation system again.
He realized that changing one’s image in the real world came with a massive cost.
However, there were ways to save points.
For example, adjusting his real-world appearance and physique to match Arnold Schwarzenegger would cost an unattainable 59,998 Points.
But simply adjusting his leg muscles to Schwarzenegger’s level would cost 5,000 Points.
For a single game, it would only be 250 Points.
As long as he didn’t mind looking disproportionate, he could take it slow.
“Ho ho ho, one day I’ll have powerful muscles too!”
“Yeah, right!”
Yi Mo made a self-deprecating comment.
As the countdown to the game drew closer, he actually became calmer.
This is… a Death Game…
But if it’s Werewolf Kill, then at least more people should survive, right?
‘I can’t… be soft-hearted…’
After giving himself some psychological suggestions, Yi Mo finally looked up and said expressionlessly, “Heh, let’s begin!”
‘Get me a badass game card, and a powerful Werewolf Kill identity card.’
‘Dog System, let me show you how much of a Luck Emperor I am!’
Despite the low, raspy tone of his voice, as he was about to truly enter, he still felt a trace of unease and tension.
Who could guarantee they would definitely come out alive?