The corners of the flamboyant man's mouth twitched continuously, and the other three players all turned to look at Lu Ce, each with a speechless expression.

"Buddy, your presence doesn't fit the environment at all, does it?"

In such a depressing and cold atmosphere, where there's a constant threat to life in this hellish game, you come here acting like a judge.

Everyone just listened to your whole spiel in that kind of atmosphere, and now our emotions are a bit disjointed.

The man in the red suit sighed slightly, looking Lu Ce up and down, feeling at a loss for words.

"Are you even giving ratings now?"

Everyone else looks pretty normal, but you're wearing a mask. And not just any mask, it's bright red, with lights forming various patterns on it.

Is this the reward you got in the game?

I can only say it's as abstract as you are...

"Huh? Did I say that out loud? Impossible, do you have mind-reading skills?"

Lu Ce touched his mouth in surprise, feeling the cold temperature of the mask.

"You did say it..." the man in the red suit said helplessly, immediately regretting it. Why the hell am I arguing with this lunatic?

Damn! Is this a stupidity aura or what?

Seeing the expressions of the people around him, Lu Ce also realized that this might actually be true.

It seems the mental confusion side effect of the Gluttony Mask is still there. If I don't actively control it, it could cause some trouble.

"Ah, well, if I said it, I said it. Games always need a narrator, right? It also helps you understand how others see you."

Who wants to know how you see us!

"Heh, I've only heard of old people not being able to hold in their piss and shit, but I didn't know there were people who can't hold in their words."

The crude Big Guy couldn't help but mock, fitting his character perfectly, and then the crowd fell silent once more.

Everyone was sizing each other up, but no one was as neurotic as Lu Ce.

"Ahem."

A cough broke the silence, and the man in the red suit took the initiative to speak:

"I'm not called the man in the red suit, my name is Jiu Tian, that's my real name, not a nickname."

"I think, now that we're in the hell game, we should eliminate unnecessary barriers as soon as possible."

"From a broader perspective, relative to this game, we're all human, we're on the same side."

"From the immediate perspective, we might need to understand each other a bit, I think it's beneficial for the game."

"Most of you are probably from China, I'm with an official organization, you can trust me."

Jiu Tian spoke calmly, trying to connect everyone.

This was related to his background, in times of crisis, it's important to unite as much strength as possible, especially since there were no real grudges among them.

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from bit.ly/3iBfjkV.

"I don’t think so," the foreigner spoke up.

"We are not sure what the purpose of the game is yet."

"But you can call me Ke Erke, that's my name."

A woman who hadn't spoken until now addressed Jiu Tian:

"Hello, thank you for your sincerity."

"But as the tin man said earlier, in this game, we cooperate and compete, it's indeed hard to build trust at this time."

"Hmph, official?" Big Guy chimed in, "The game just started a few days ago? And there's already an official?"

"You people just meddle blindly, the best contribution you can make is not to meddle, messing around every day..."

Big Guy clearly had a bad temper, and his attitude was generally unfriendly to everyone.

But Lu Ce knew this was likely a manifestation of fear and tension, the pressure of the hell game needed an unfriendly outlet.

Seeing the communication not going well, Jiu Tian sighed, he had anticipated this situation.

He slowly turned his head to look at Lu Ce, waiting for him to express his stance.

He had watched his own live broadcast earlier, he was organized, with relevant external staff constantly monitoring him, and they had informed him about Lu Ce's situation.

By all accounts, he should be a master...

Lu Ce saw the other party turn his head, thought for a moment, and replied:

"Can't I really call you the man in the red suit?"

Jiu Tian: ? He felt his head was about to explode.

"If you don't know how to address me, you can just make up a nickname."

Who asked you? Is this the main point?!

Just as the situation was at a standstill, the voice in the room sounded again.

It was the same voice, but this time, the tin man didn't appear, only a mechanical voice accompanied by text on the wall.

[Chosen's Paradise, Hell Mode, Devil's Asylum.]

[Player's Basic Task: Survive!]

[As long as you survive until the task is completed, it's considered a successful clearance.]

[Player's Objective Task: Find the source of the disease, find the person with the most severe illness, and resolve the crisis they bring.]

[Players who complete the objective will receive additional rewards, with ratings based on specific performance and contribution.]

[Devil's Asylum welcomes every patient's visit.]

[Countdown five minutes, the game is about to begin.]

[00:05:00]

After the brief description, the voice ended, with no unnecessary dialogue.

It was as if the unnecessary dialogue had already been completed by the tin robot earlier, and now it was the serious description.

Looking at such a task description, everyone's expressions were somewhat grave.

Hell mode, with the basic task being survival!

Which means none of the five people present are pushovers, otherwise, just looking at the survival task would be terrifying.

Jiu Tian also understood that the possibility of cooperation among the group was indeed low.

Moreover, the task was vague, what disease? How to determine the most severe illness?

Surviving to the end counts as clearance, but if someone slacks off, just waiting for others to complete the task while they hold on to their lives, isn't that the same?

How exactly is this designed...

Everyone was somewhat silent, beginning to check their backpacks and medicines in preparation for the unknown five minutes later.

"Oh, right." Lu Ce muttered to himself softly, but in such a tense environment, even a small voice drew everyone's attention.

The guy with the red mask reached into his pants, and the area he reached for was quite indescribable.

Buddy, what do you mean by this?! In broad daylight!

Are you revealing your true nature with the mask on? Does it not matter if you don't show your face?

The man in the red suit slapped his forehead, asking the external staff in his live broadcast room:

"Is his information accurate? Is he really a master?"

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes fixed on what Lu Ce pulled out from his pants.

—A golden business card.

Jiu Tian was all too familiar with that type of custom business card!

His expression instantly relaxed a bit, as if seeing a friend, and he walked over to Lu Ce with big strides.

He whispered in Lu Ce's ear:

"One of us? Brother, you're good at disguising."

"Which department are you from?"