Yan Chuan was feeling quite gloomy.
After exchanging a few words, he returned to the bed in his bedroom, preparing just like he did before entering the script last time.
Closing his eyes, the outline of the script quickly surfaced in Yan Chuan’s mind.
【Welcome contestant 43786 to Escape Variety Show】
This time it was a random match. Yan Chuan had accumulated thirteen thousand points, which did not meet the conditions for another self-selection, so he could only wait for distribution like the first time.
【Matching the script for you… Script acquired】
【Welcome contestant 48376 to the variant script: Isolation Island Prison, matching your identity】
【Clearance reward: Five thousand points】
【Congratulations! You have drawn an identity card: a petty thief sent to a prison set on Isolation Island for stealing expensive jewelry】
【Main task: Escape from Isolation Island】
【Side task: Not yet unlocked — Please work hard, contestant】
The dizziness from the script transmission hit him again, and Yan Chuan, confused, sank into it.
From a cross-dressing streamer to a petty thief… Has his identity become increasingly strange?
Before he could think much more, the script transmission was already over.
【Isolation Island Prison is a place used to imprison the most heinous criminals, set on a secluded, uninhabited isolated island】
So noisy…
【Criminals in Isolation Island Prison are categorized into levels a, b, c, d, e, and f. Here, aside from the prison warden and guards, criminal strength reigns supreme…】
Isn’t the light too glaring…?
Yan Chuan recalled the mechanical voice’s content in a daze, realizing that he had entered a… prison?
“Hey!” a rough voice shouted, “It’s your turn; like those pathetic ones, hurry and take off your clothes!”
Along with the noise, a rush of cold water sprayed onto Yan Chuan from a water gun, catching him completely off guard.
The icy water splashed on his face, pulling Yan Chuan from his daze back into the script.
Above him was harsh, glaring white light, blinding to the point where it felt like it might explode any second. Bodies were crowding around. He instinctively raised his hand to shield himself, but his arm was brushed aside by the stronger water stream.
It hurt a bit…
Yan Chuan’s delicate brows furrowed tightly, a droplet of water dripped from his soaked black hair. It trailed down his softly contoured face and dripped onto his thinly clothed body, which became drenched and pressed against him, completely outlining his slender figure.
His shoulders were thin, his waist was delicate, and even his dangling fingertips seemed to exude a faint hue of pink.
The poor, cheap shirt was so wet it barely managed to cover anything, a thin layer revealing his pale skin beneath. Meanwhile, the owner of the shirt looked lost, with his dark hair and snow-white skin standing out starkly against the robust men around him.
He resembled a poor rabbit that had stumbled into a wolf pack.
In the first second of entering here, the predators had already set their sights on him, while he remained blissfully unaware, lost and perplexed.
What does this… mean?
Why do I have to take off my clothes?
“Hahaha,” it was an unknown voice, sharp and grating. It seemed to come from all directions, making it difficult to discern who spoke, “The black-haired, black-eyed Oriental beauty! He probably doesn’t even know where he is yet, does he?”
Yan Chuan still furrowed his brows, looking around for the voice’s owner when someone behind him shoved him hard. He was unprepared and stumbled forward, nearly falling to the ground.
He was in a shabby room with a cement floor. It was rough and dirty, filled with murky black water mixed with who knows what filth.
An Oriental beauty with delicate, white skin falling would not only get his clothes dirty but might also scrape his knee, leaving dreadful bruises on his joints.
Yan Chuan could already picture himself limping through the script, completing tasks with injuries.
But the expected pain did not come, as he was caught by a pair of hands.
Hands that were coarse and warm, firmly gripping his thin shoulders.
“Are you okay?” a playful voice rang out. Yan Chuan looked up, meeting a handsome face filled with mockery.
Due to his posture, it seemed as though he was lunging forward and got caught, making it look like he was diving straight into someone’s embrace, his gaze meeting the other man’s warm chest.
With broad shoulders and well-defined muscles, this was no mere vanity muscle from the gym but rather a body forged through real combat, exuding immense strength.
A faint scar remained near his heart, a near-miss to where it could have pierced his organ.
Paired with deep green eyes, he resembled a young, dangerous alpha wolf among the pack.
As Yan Chuan glanced lower, he realized that, aside from him and the guards, everyone in the room was naked.
This was a group of fully bare, muscular men.
This realization made him quickly straighten up. He didn’t know where to look or how to flee to another area of the room, so he could only do his best to shrink his shoulders and cast his eyes downward.
“Thank you…” Yan Chuan whispered softly to the person who had helped him out, “Sorry for troubling you…”
A young man who seemed to still savor the delicate touch of skin clicked his tongue, raised an eyebrow, and smiled: “You’re welcome.”
The commotion had already attracted the attention of others, who were now tuning into the recent incident.
Mixed with laughter, a voice that could hardly be described as friendly rang out: “Oh my, he can still say thank you! What a polite little baby!”
Someone yelped, mimicking Yan Chuan saying “thank you” in a voice so rough it resembled sandpaper, sounding absurdly exaggerated.
Another wanted to take action, and a strong hand reached directly toward Yan Chuan’s thin waist.
It was a lewd gesture, boldly groping the “Oriental beauty’s” particularly slender waist.
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