“Will the points required for exchanging a wish to escape from the variety show be very high?” Yan Chuan organized his thoughts.
His question startled Shan Qi for a moment.
“The wish to heal requires one hundred thousand points,” Yan Chuan added. “Is that considered a lot or a little?”
“It’s at an average level,” Shan Qi replied.
When it comes to the points needed for various wishes, Shan Qi, having experienced numerous scripts, seemed to understand.
“The points required to exchange for money in the real world are the least,” he remarked. “Wealth isn’t a universal currency for escape variety shows, but when it comes to time and lifespan, it requires a lot.”
Yan Chuan frowned slightly.
Then, his illness isn’t serious?
With Shan Qi’s response, Yan Chuan continued to sink into contemplation.
The scenery outside the window flew past rapidly; after some time, the traffic on the road finally increased.
The lively noise he heard echoed in his ears, completely different from the isolation of the villa.
The bustling sight of cars and people provided Yan Chuan a slight comfort, knowing he had returned to the normal world, and he relaxed against the back of his chair.
“What kind of punishment task did you encounter?” Yan Chuan asked.
Shan Qi downshifted and turned, succinctly replying, “I encountered the monster boss from the previous escape script. If I kill it again, I can get out.”
It was the same return to the earlier script, and Yan Chuan pressed his lips together.
So, it wouldn’t be very strange if he saw his ‘husband’ again?
The topic shifted back to the tasks of the escape variety shows.
Shan Qi had much to say, but he still hadn’t received Yan Chuan’s answer.
He asked again, and through the rearview mirror, Shan Qi saw Yan Chuan with a sudden blush rise to his cheeks.
His originally pale face turned a gentle pink, resembling a touch of blush.
“I encountered the boss from the apartment script…” The black-haired youth in the passenger seat cast down his gaze, which created a shadow on his porcelain-like cheeks. “It’s not the ‘husband’ you all have seen.”
It seemed he was mentioning something that made him quite bashful, and his tone trembled slightly, sounding soft and gentle. “In that apartment script, I had two husbands; the first one was plotted against by me and my lover, so he is also a ghost from the script.”
Shan Qi asked in confusion, “So he’s coming to seek revenge on you?”
The black-haired youth blinked and nodded.
***
Yan Chuan’s next script would come a month later.
He went to the hospital for a check-up as scheduled. The doctor responsible for his examination stared at the increasingly normal data on the report, utterly baffled. He even privately asked Yan Chuan if he had undergone any surgery.
Facing this kind and clueless doctor, Yan Chuan could only shake his head and apologetically indicate that he knew nothing.
The doctor had no choice but to give up, prescribing some medication and advising him to take good care and not rush for results.
Yan Chuan smiled gently, assuring the doctor he would listen.
His illness had come strangely and healed strangely, with only Yan Chuan knowing it was a result of the escape variety show.
To fulfill his wish required a total of one hundred thousand points, and Yan Chuan was left with only a quarter; naturally, his body began to improve accordingly.
Yan Chuan lowered his eyelids.
Yet, he had to clear the following script; otherwise, even this little improvement could be taken away.
The time for the next script soon arrived.
Before he felt any premonition, Yan Chuan returned to his room as usual, changed into a set of loungewear, and lay on the bed.
The shape of the script unfolded in his mind, while the cold mechanical voice simultaneously echoed, asking which option he chose.
Not knowing whether it was due to Yan Chuan’s participation in a special variety show, his level had improved, and before entering the script, the system began to inquire about his intentions.
Yan Chuan considered for a moment and selected the option for [Solo Script].
Compared to collaborating with unfamiliar participants, he preferred to enter the script alone.
The script presented the next question.
Yan Chuan hesitated between [Variant Script] and [Standard Script], ultimately choosing the latter.
Thinking about what had happened in the villa and seeing his ‘husband’ again, Yan Chuan still felt the standard script was preferable.
After all, he would encounter NPCs who were human…
Yan Chuan steadied himself and pressed the option for [Standard Script].
A few seconds later, the system’s tablet voice sounded.
[Matching you with a script… Script acquired.]
[Welcome Player No. 48376 to the Standard Script: The Frightening Night at the Inn, matching your identity now.]
[Clearance reward: nine thousand points.]
[Congratulations, you have drawn the identity card of the innkeeper managing a small inn deep in the forest.]
[Main task: Survive.]
[Side tasks: Not yet unlocked – please work harder, players.]
The dizziness from the script’s transmission washed over him; Yan Chuan was somewhat familiar with this feeling but couldn’t help but frown.
A standard script… The Frightening Night at the Inn?
Yan Chuan dizzily repeated the script’s title in his mind.
He was going to play the role of the innkeeper there?
Then the other NPCs were the guests renting the rooms?
Before Yan Chuan could consider anything more, the cold, mechanical voice echoed again.
[The Fog Mountain Forest is a dense forest located in the west, named for the fog and rain it experiences throughout the year. The paths here are impassable, with very few people around. Until over twenty years ago, news of a gold mine existing in the Fog Mountain Forest emerged.]
His head felt quite dizzy…
[A large number of gold diggers came with their equipment; they cut down trees in the Fog Mountain Forest, built factories, and dug for gold, becoming overnight millionaires…]
[Some also met with accidents and died far from home, buried in the endless Fog Mountain Forest.]
[After years of mining, there was little gold left in the Fog Mountain Forest, and the gold diggers who came seeking fortune returned disappointed; thus, the Fog Mountain Forest became a tourist attraction…]
Yan Chuan felt a bit of a headache.
Even though he had entered many scripts, he often felt a little uncomfortable when just entering a new one, needing some time to adapt.
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