The black-haired young man pulled a handgun from his coat—a Desert Eagle. As he began to check and adjust the gun, he said, “I don’t know if we’re consciousnesses or not, but you will feel pain, you can get hurt, and you can die. Also, you’re wrong: after you finish this game, you’ll enter the next unknown horror movie. Maybe you’ve seen it, maybe you haven’t. Each time, the ‘Main God’ brings in new members to replace the newcomers who died in the last horror movie. The number of people each time is between seven and twenty. In other words, this time, Resident Evil I is a very low-risk horror movie, so there are only seven of us.”

The chubby guy sneered and said, “How do you know those who died didn’t already return to their bodies? Maybe they chose to die themselves.”

The black-haired young man suddenly looked up, a cold light flashing in his eyes. In that instant, he seemed to transform into a black panther. Everyone saw him spring up with bent legs, and in the next second, he was pressing down on the chubby guy, the Desert Eagle shoved into the chubby guy’s mouth.

“So, do you want to try dying? Can you imagine that infinite terror? I’ve been through three horror movies. The first was A Nightmare on Elm Street I. There were fifteen newcomers in that one, plus two veterans who had survived two movies. But do you know the outcome? They were all killed in their dreams. Only I and one other survived. Do you want to know what it feels like to be killed by an absurd, impossible dream? Do you want to see everything around you turn into writhing rotten flesh, and in a chilling, eerie factory, watch your own body being slowly ground up by a pair of scissors, bit by bit? You piece of shit! Do you want to die?”

The black-haired young man shouted madly, the killing intent in his eyes unmistakable. The chubby guy was so terrified he went limp, and with the gun barrel stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t even beg for mercy.

Brian Carter and the other two men and two women pulled them apart. The black-haired young man sneered and walked back to his previous seat, continuing to fiddle with his gun as he said, “Dying in a horror movie means real death. And if you’re tortured to death by the demons in these movies, you’ll die in utter misery. So, if you don’t have the determination to survive, if I were you, I’d just kill myself now.”

A young girl with glasses nearby asked, “So there’s no way for us to return to our bodies?”

The black-haired young man sneered, “I’ve been saying all along, you’re not just consciousnesses entering a computer. Do you really think this game is something human technology could achieve? No, this is the work of gods. We’re nothing but bugs in their eyes, caught and thrown into horror movies for their amusement. We entered this world with both our bodies and our minds. There’s no going back—at least, I don’t think we can go back.”

The girl with glasses had a calm air about her. She thought for a moment and said, “From your tone, it sounds like there’s still some hope of going back?”

The black-haired young man glanced at the girl with glasses and said, “The quality of the newcomers this time is really good… That’s right, there is indeed hope of going back.”

As soon as he said this, all six people, including Brian Carter, held their breath and stared straight at the black-haired young man.

“Every time you complete a mission—that is, survive a horror movie—you get one thousand reward points. These one thousand points can be exchanged for many things. For example, you can exchange them for the right to live a hundred days in the world of this horror movie…” the black-haired young man said calmly.

A middle-aged man next to the girl with glasses said, “You’d have to be crazy. Who would want to live longer in a world like this? Isn’t that just asking to die?”

The black-haired young man sneered and said nothing, but the girl with glasses touched her forehead and said, “No, I think I understand what he means. There are many types of horror movies. One type is like this Resident Evil, a science-based horror movie where everything can be explained by science, with no supernatural demons. In other words, except for the place where the story is happening, the rest of the world should be normal…”

The black-haired young man snapped his fingers. “Bingo! Correct. The extra hundred days you can live are indeed spent living a normal life in other parts of this world. Think about it: after you’ve gone through several trials of survival and death, being able to live peacefully and without worry in the normal parts of this world—what kind of happiness would that be…”

Brian Carter shuddered all over. He seemed to understand the purpose of this world. Yes, it was precisely because of the boredom of mere survival that he felt himself decaying. But after experiencing countless horrors and brushes with death, a peaceful life truly became the happiest hope.