After all, everyone invested money just to keep mixing in this circle. What he did today was equivalent to cutting off the once ideal and comfortable environment. As long as Young Master Walker casually lets out some word, those sycophantic friends who used to revolve around him will probably all disappear without a trace.

Or... should he just invest all the remaining money?

David Carter couldn't help but think.

There was no doubt that if the entry ticket to Paradise always cost a million dollars, with his abilities, he simply couldn't keep playing. At most, he could go two more times before his savings would be completely exhausted. In other people's eyes, he was generous and never had to worry about money, but he knew very well that the ones who were truly wealthy, or rather, capable of making money, were his parents. If he couldn't get money from them, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Just as that American said, "Everyone knows who is really paying."

At that moment, his phone rang.

David Carter took out his phone and found a new email in his inbox.

The subject line made his heart suddenly clench!

"Paradise."

It had sent another invitation!

He held his breath and opened the email.

—A new round of the game is about to begin. Paradise awaits your arrival.

In an instant, all the hesitation and regret swirling in his mind vanished, and the scenes that kept surfacing in his memory appeared before his eyes once again.

He still wanted to see that world again.

He couldn't give up Paradise just like that.

David Carter swiped his finger and pressed the sign-up button.

Chapter 11: Major Upgrade, v20!

[Welcome to Paradise].

"Hah————————!"

Michael Bolton suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for air as if waking from a nightmare. The words in his vision gradually faded until they disappeared completely.

What just happened? He only remembered putting on the VR headset that had been mailed to him, and then instantly losing consciousness.

That feeling was hard to describe, as if all five senses had been cut off.

He suppressed the lingering dizziness in his mind and looked around—the once familiar office had now become a dim wooden room, and besides himself, there were five other people sitting or lying inside.

Could this be... the legendary Paradise?

"Damn..."

Michael Bolton couldn't help but blurt out.

The training he had received allowed him to remain calm at all times, but clearly, even that training had its limits—especially when what he saw was too shocking.

Of the four applications the organization submitted, only one was real, and in the end, Paradise only gave out one spot. This didn't surprise him, but he never expected that the so-called game could reach this level!

He could smell the scent of rotting wood in the air, and feel the rough fabric of his clothes rubbing against his skin. As for the people sitting across from him, in every way, they looked like real people, not characters fabricated from graphic data.

When did virtual reality technology reach this level?

Or... was this not some kind of virtual technology at all, but rather, he was actually in some real corner of the world?

But the place where he put on the headset was clearly inside the police station. If the organizers of Paradise could spirit away a living person from inside the police station building without anyone noticing, that ability was no less impressive than virtual reality.

It took him a long time to suppress his shock. Just as he was about to carefully assess his situation, the other five people suddenly started to move as well.

Michael Bolton instantly raised his guard to the maximum!

He stood against the wall, ready to fight—if these strangely dressed foreigners showed even a hint of hostility, he would strike first and knock them out.

"Heh... did I get a new body again this time?" A fat man rubbed his neck, speaking in Russian that Michael Bolton was familiar with. "But why do I feel dizzy?"

"Who are you all? State your names." Another middle-aged man muttered, "I'm Joe James."

"David Carter."

"Ethan Clark."

The others spoke up one after another.

Michael Bolton immediately understood—these people were all participants from the last game! And the man who called himself Joe James was exactly the target he was supposed to tail!

"I'm Anthony, I think you all still remember me." The second Russian to wake up shifted his gaze to Michael Bolton and the person beside him. "Looks like we have two newcomers this time."

At this point, the other party actually started speaking fluent Chinese.

Seeing the others looking at him, Michael Bolton coughed twice and calmly said, "Michael Bolton. Besides my name, is there anything else I need to say?"

In fact, before deciding to participate in the game, the police had already created a brand-new wealthy identity for him, with a fabricated family background and history. After all, just because Paradise knew his identity didn't mean the other participants did, so some disguise was still necessary.

"Whether you say more is up to you. We're just here for some fun, no need to get too tangled up." Anthony waved his hand indifferently and looked at the last person. "So, what about you? You're new too, right?"

"His name is Jason Taylor," James introduced proactively. "A friend I brought along."