Even if I realized something was off, there was no way to make it a bit more presentable.
I fainted during the examination and was sent to see a doctor by the prison guard. The doctor and the prisoners both asked whom I wanted to rely on.
With the young man’s snowy, beautiful face, such a situation was not impossible; a fragile and pretty little thief had to choose someone to rely on to survive in prison.
But this was an escape game, a hostile environment where NPCs held animosity towards the participants.
NPCs in the prison should be harsh with the players, taking every opportunity to strike.
“I refused them because prisoners are classified into levels in prison. I was classified as F-level and had to work.”
As if recalling some unpleasant experiences, the beautiful young man slightly furrowed his brows.
“The prisoner I worked with,” he vaguely elaborated, “let’s call him Number Two. The prisoner who asked me if I wanted to find a backing was Number One. Later, I found out that Number Two is one of the bosses in the script.”
“At that time, I thought Number Two was just like me, an F-level prisoner, and I got some information about the prison from him. However, Number One was unhappy with my refusal and found someone to teach Number Two a lesson, beating him badly.”
“I was very scared at the time,” the beautiful young man said, biting his lip. “The prison guards were very strict, and I couldn’t even go outside the cell, nor did I know how to complete the tasks.”
“Number One and I lived in the same cell; I could see him every day when I returned. He even drove the others away, leaving just the two of us.”
“That same night, he continued to ask me why I didn’t agree with him.”
The beautiful young man looked down, with a troubled and helpless expression.
Even in the script, he still appeared delicate and vulnerable, quite easy to bully, while the NPCs in the script were targeting him.
Although the “targeting” had a rather ambiguous meaning in this context.
After all, other scripts didn’t have NPCs asking players if they wanted to find them as backers.
“So how did you answer him?” The man in seat Six suddenly asked.
Hearing him speak surprised the others slightly.
The man, calling himself “Su,” was young and solemn, with an aura of indifference in his eyes. He was the last to arrive in the hall and showed no signs of discomfort, as if used to going his own way.
How could such a person interrupt to ask about whether someone agreed to an NPC’s offer while the players were completing a task?
Was he curious if the young man accepted the NPC as his backer?
The beautiful young man still provided an answer.
“I agreed to him,” Yan Chuan said, mustering the courage to meet Su’s penetrating gaze, “because he is a very important NPC. In the isolated prison, he could still connect with the outside world, so I thought he must know something else.”
“There was no way to find clues about the task with an F-level identity,” he paused, slightly embarrassed, “so I agreed.”
He explained further, “If not, I would just have to work in the prison.”
Upon hearing his response, Su questioned again.
“He said he would be your backing,” his gaze was serious as he pointed out the issue. “What do you have to exchange for that?”
“According to your words, Number One is well-connected in the prison; why would he insist on being your backing?”
Su highlighted something that sounded unreasonable.
What kind of understanding NPC would suddenly realize that a participant could not complete a task and offer them help?
Or was he being so proactive?
The look directed at him also carried a hint of confusion.
Yan Chuan had to swallow his embarrassment and explain.
“I don’t have anything; he can’t get anything from me.”
He hesitated, “When I’m with him, I can’t do much either. I just follow him every day, being fed during meals, and watching during work…”
“Following him also allowed me to see other places in the prison…”
After saying a few sentences, he found it hard to pinpoint what he had done and ended his awkward response, biting his lip, “That’s it… being his lackey.”
Su smirked slightly, his tone neutral.
“Looks like this NPC is a good person.”
Yan Chuan lowered his lashes and nodded in agreement.
However, the redness on his cheeks became more apparent, a rosy glow standing out against his pale skin.
【Tsk, such a pretentious man, must be jealous to the point of bitterness, right?】
【Does this count as a form of alternative NTR?】
【The escape game understands me, knowing I love watching the wife being forced to speak of her experiences with other men.】
【Don’t be fooled by his calm demeanor; he’s probably grinding his teeth in anger.】
【Even if my wife has gone through a lot with many people, she’s still a complete innocent and pure, oh, we mustn’t doubt her purity.】
Su fell silent, allowing Yan Chuan to continue with his answer.
He glanced over and inadvertently met Su’s cold eyes, awkwardly turning his face away.
Yan Chuan felt that Su didn’t quite resemble the “husband” in the script.
After all, that husband wouldn’t be so aggressive or question him about his relationships with other NPCs in the script.
Though it was strange to find an NPC as a backing…
The pointer continued to pause.
It hadn’t turned, indicating that this round of truth-telling wasn’t over; Yan Chuan could only continue.
“Then I received a side quest to steal the prison warden’s seal.”
“I still couldn’t see the prison warden,” Yan Chuan paused. “I could only get close to the guard who took me to the infirmary; his jacket is still here with me…”
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