One card showed a haggard-looking clerk in a suit, another showed a doctor in white with indifferent eyes, and the last one showed a tall girl with a veil.

Chu Teng understood that this was probably to customize the starting identity for the next game.

But isn’t this right?

Chu Teng touched his forehead.

Isn’t this a horror game with mysterious powers? Why was he arrested for killing someone?

This is a bit too legalistic!

Chu Teng felt that there was something wrong with the way he played the game. He stared at the “Dancer” on the third card for a while, but hesitated and clicked on the “Employee” on the first card.

Oh, it’s not that he has any problem with playing a female character, it’s mainly because he’s worried that he doesn’t understand that the game can’t be completed by a virgin…

This is an 18+ game!

The game started again, and Chu Teng returned to the familiar office.

Arriving at the supervisor’s office again, Chu Teng kicked the door open with the E key, and the gloomy old man immediately raised his head.

“It’s you again, you devil!”

Chu Teng was shocked.

What the hell, you still have the memory of the last save?

But the next moment, Herman Munton became normal again and continued to curse him, and only Chu Teng was frightened by what he heard.

Could it be that the NPC in this game has really awakened and realized that he is in the game?

Chu Teng didn’t continue listening to his foul language, he just took the money and left.

On the streets, heavy rain continued.

This seaport town seemed to be always shrouded in dark clouds, and the heavy rain never stopped. Chu Teng’s vision could only reach twenty steps, and beyond that he could only see blurry figures in the rain.

On the street, a gentleman wearing a high-brimmed hat and a monocle walked past and suddenly stopped.

“you are very funny.”

Chu Teng was speechless.

What is this Innsmouth Riddler?

“If you’re interested, come to Houston Cafe, I think we have a lot to talk about.”

The gentleman said a few words, walked quickly past Chu Teng, squeezed into the crowd, and disappeared in the flashing yellow light of the street lamp.

It’s a pity that there is no diary on the road, so I can’t check the prompts at any time. Chu Teng thought about it and decided to follow the map cursor.

He hasn’t figured out the main plot of this game yet!

Soon, Chu Teng saw a low-key little cafe on the street. There were some letters on the wooden sign at the door, but most of them were covered with graffiti.

In the cafe, several tables were arranged neatly and symmetrically, the fireplace was burning and crackling, and Mr. Houston, wearing a monocle, was looking at him at the counter.

“You must have a lot of questions. How about a cup of coffee to help you sleep?”

Chu Teng couldn’t help but complain, “Fuck the sleep-inducing coffee!”

Caffeine to help you sleep, right?

The system automatically translated Chu Teng’s words, but Mr. Houston smiled and shook his head, “No, no, no, I don’t know if Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly or if the butterfly dreamed of being Zhou?”

Mr. Houston pushed a cup of coffee with the words “(E)Drink” on it.

Chu Teng didn’t expect that Houston, who looked like an evil capitalist, was actually well versed in Chinese culture. He pressed the E key and drank the coffee.

But as soon as he drank it, he heard a popping sound.

All I saw was Mr. Houston with a smile on his face, with a lot of dark blue liquid flowing out of his eye sockets. When he opened his mouth, there was no red tongue or white teeth to be seen, just a dark hole, with sticky, saliva-like sea water flowing out of it.

This frightened Chu Teng severely.

Endless sea water gushed out of his mouth and was about to flood the entire cafe in a few seconds.

Chu Teng’s screen was also completely covered by sea water. At this moment, he seemed to have fallen into the deep sea. The sounds of heavy rain, fireplaces, and noisy voices on the street all disappeared at this moment. There was only the undercurrent surging in the water – cold and stagnant, as if the sound was digging a hole in solidified grease.

And, weird panting sounds.

Chu Teng only felt his scalp tingling, his heart pounding violently, a cold current rushing up, and goose bumps all over his arms.

At this moment, there is no prompt on the screen, and various UIs have disappeared.

Chu Teng couldn’t even press ESC to bring up the system panel!

It’s like having a fucking virus!

No wonder the NPC said this is the real world. All the UIs are gone, how could it not be real?

From afar, Chu Teng saw a vague palace on the bottom of the sea. Outside the palace, the closest thing to him was a cemetery with a faint white glow. Tombstones with names erased were stuck in the soil in all directions.

Chu Teng swam over and soon saw some faint words on several tombstones.

[Hugh, a meteorite from the time dimension, with the blood of a hound, left its footprints here in the year 5 AD]

[Russell Houston, a rebel in the Inquisition, an immortal alien, left his footprints here in 1562 AD]

[** (Unnamed), the awakened soul, left footprints here in 1900 AD]

“Grass.”

Chu Teng said this without any malice, because he found that he could modify the line “Unnamed”…

In other words, this is a naming page…

Is it a naming interface that is so fancy?… He was almost scared to death and slipped under the table.

Chu Teng has always been timid and lustful, and his tolerance for this kind of horror game is really low.

When he wrote down his name, the screen suddenly shook violently, as if there had been an undersea earthquake. He lost his balance and fell on the tombstone, and everything went black before his eyes.

Then the scene changed and Mr. Houston was looking at him with a smile.

“Awake? How does it feel to be awake? Go back and have a good sleep. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”

Before Chu Teng could say anything, a cutscene started, forcing him to go home.

When he returned to his bedroom, Chu Teng discovered that there was an extra item in his backpack.

[Holy Grail of the Feast: Inject spiritual goat blood, active animal embryos delivered by Akusa witchcraft, the tongue of a male goat that died voluntarily, and the intact third joint of your right little finger to summon the “Black Goat Offspring”]

Chu Teng was stunned when he saw the introduction.

This doesn’t look like something from a serious religion, but rather something used in an angled ritual! Is your sober world serious?

Chu Teng always felt that Mr. Houston had put some unspeakable drugs in his coffee…

Chu Teng suddenly felt that the background of this game was not simple.

As soon as he finished the day, he found that he had an additional buff.

[Fear*1: You witnessed the horrific scene in the deep sea, and you were filled with fear and anxiety all day long]

[Tip: When the fear reaches level 3, BadEnd will be triggered. You can seek help from a doctor or other sources.]

[Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this feels so fucking good! —Laudanum addict]