“Interesting.”
Jiang Shang’s lips curled into a smile, and his entire aura underwent a subtle change. If the police who arrested Jiang Shang back then were here, they would notice that the aura emanating from Jiang Shang at this moment was becoming more and more like the calm demeanor he displayed after brutally murdering his adoptive parents without a change in expression.
This was actually due to the years of abuse Jiang Shang suffered from his adoptive parents, which caused him to develop minor mental issues. Normally, he appeared gentle, kind, and easy to get along with, but when provoked, he would become cold-blooded and insane, and no one knew what he would do next. The experience of this brother caused his long-sealed memories to loosen, and his entire aura gradually began to change.
Suddenly, the melodious tune of “Trumpet Concerto in E-flat Major” began to play in the field. Jiang Shang didn’t make much movement; he simply rested his hands behind his head, silently analyzing the hints given by Pocket.
First, the dungeon title is “Squid Game.” While not certain, it should be a film or television work, and one about games. Also, it’s unclear whether the so-called “Squid” Game refers to the organizers of these six games being the Squid Game, or if the game itself is called Squid Game.
While Jiang Shang was still brainstorming, many people around him had already started walking towards the open space in the center.
Whoa~ So many people with darkened philtrums. If the skill given by Pocket isn’t malfunctioning, then it can only mean one thing.
This so-called Squid Game means that being eliminated is equivalent to dying. As expected, don’t these troublesome Main God Spaces always hope for adventurers to die, and enjoy watching them struggle on the brink of death?
Suddenly, Jiang Shang heard what sounded like a conflict in the central plaza. With the intention of watching the excitement… ahem, exploring the plot, Jiang Shang sat up from the bed, stretched his limbs, and slowly walked towards the central open space.
There are a total of 456 people? Looking at the number “456” on the screen, Jiang Shang subconsciously looked at the number tag on his chest.
Number 444.
Hmm, quite auspicious.
The central open space was quite large. In front of the open space was a platform, and at the end of the platform was a huge door.
At this moment, the central open space was already surrounded by people. Pushing aside those blocking his way, Jiang Shang looked at the situation on the field.
On the field, there was one woman and two men. It seemed like there was a melodramatic story between the three of them.
One of the two men was a tattooed tough guy, and the other was a Decadent Uncle. It was hard to imagine what kind of amusing plot could unfold between them. The tough guy was fiercely questioning the man about his relationship with the woman on the ground, and the man instantly became timid. Then, as if remembering that it was now a society ruled by law, he began to mock the tough guy, calling him a scoundrel who only hid behind women and forced them to earn money.
The tough guy became enraged, and the man again became timid, dodging the tough guy and then dramatically shouting for help.
Of course, since they were speaking Korean, Jiang Shang couldn’t understand a single word. As for the content, it was naturally Jiang Shang’s own conjecture.
“Activate 【Translation Mode】.” Remembering that he also had a translation helmet, Jiang Shang decisively turned on the translation mode.
And just then, the gate opened, and a group of red-clothed figures filed in, standing in a line on the platform.
At the head was a red-clothed figure with a square mask, surrounded by a line of red-clothed figures with triangular masks.
After a moment of silence, the square-faced Xiao Hong spoke.
Immediately, Jiang Shang’s lips twitched violently. What kind of nonsense was this translation helmet translating?
He heard the square-faced Xiao Hong on the platform say, “A sincere welcome to everyone here.”
Then he heard the translation helmet simultaneously translate, “Everyone here welcome sincere to.”
Thinking that this helmet, which had terrible translation capabilities but could not only be invisible but also had a bug-like 【Penetration Mode】, was named the translation helmet, Jiang Shang felt it was unfair to 【Penetration Mode】.
But fortunately, the human brain is still very powerful. After adapting, the general meaning could still be understood on its own.
And by the time Jiang Shang had sorted out the language barrier, the square-faced Xiao Hong opposite had already begun “calling names.”
“Number 218, Cao Shangyou, currently lost 650 million Korean Won…” At the same time, the large screen directly above Xiao Hong’s head showed a man and another man in a suit playing ddakji. The man held a blue card, and the man in the suit held a red card. The man seemed to be losing constantly, as he kept getting slapped.
“Number 107, Jin Meiyu, debt of 540 million Korean Won…” The content displayed on the large screen was still ddakji, but the opponent of the man in the suit was replaced by a woman. The woman also seemed to be losing constantly, getting slapped repeatedly.
“Number 118, Wu Yingxu, debt of 1.02 billion Korean Won…” This time, another person took the slaps.
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After giving a few examples, the square-faced man began a long speech, roughly meaning that everyone present was on the verge of falling into an abyss of no return, and therefore, everyone came here voluntarily because they were broke.
Then he proposed that everyone choose whether to play games here to earn money or go back and be chased by creditors. Finally, he revealed a giant piggy bank, using both carrot and stick, making everyone dizzy.
And as expected, everyone ultimately chose to stay.
Jiang Shang was no exception. After translating his name with the translation helmet and copying it onto the agreement, Jiang Shang looked back at the crowd behind him, their philtrums dark and forming a continuous mass.
“Wishful thinking is truly terrifying. At least half of the people here will die today.”
After speaking, he stepped forward in the direction guided by Xiao Hong.
“From the current perspective, this dungeon should not be the type of eerie power dungeon that Xiao Wu mentioned, but since the game hasn’t started yet, it’s still impossible to determine.”
Listening to the mechanical voice of the facial recognition machine opposite, “Please look at the camera and smile,” Jiang Shang pulled at the corners of his mouth, revealing a stiff smile to the camera, and then continued to walk forward with the crowd.
Following the large group through various maze-like rooms, Jiang Shang soon arrived at a huge open-air plaza.
At the other end of the plaza was a giant Shizuka… ahem, a giant doll. Beside the doll stood two San Jiao Xiao Hong holding guns.
Soon, everyone had arrived, and the large gate behind them closed. The giant doll began to announce the game rules.
“The first game, Red Light, Green Light. You may move forward when the ‘It’ says ‘Red Light, Green Light.’ Afterwards, if any movement is detected, you will be eliminated. I will repeat once more…”
“Isn’t this just the Red Light, Green Light we played as kids?”
Jiang Shang recalled his happy life before the age of six. Although he suffered from a strange illness at the time and didn’t feel much joy, he inexplicably felt a sense of nostalgia.
Thinking of this, Jiang Shang’s aura became a few shades darker.