Welcome to the Nightmare Live - CH 66.1

Chapter 66.1: “Why don’t we make a deal?”

The number of people on the red side was slowly and continuously decreasing, but there was no sign of refinement of the soul lock altar.

In this endless attrition, all the anchors have reached the critical point of collapse.

But at this moment, something even worse happened.

Those teammates whose names were written on the yellow paper by themselves unexpectedly appeared in front of them again for some unknown reason!

Moreover, they obviously knew why they fell into such a situation before. Soon, under the catalysis of revenge and anger, these former teammates started to tear each other apart one by one, and the red faction fell into chaos.

In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[So Exciting!]

[Ahhhhhhh, it’s actually such a big melee. I haven’t seen such an exciting instance for a long time!]

[Speaking of which, the black side really knows how to play. Without losing even a single thing, he turned the red side into a mess. Now the red side can’t take care of themselves, let alone complete the main task.]

[Right, it’s really amazing. The original disadvantage was reversed in an instant. No wonder there is only one person on the black side in this faction battle. The instance is really reliable in terms of strength distribution.]

[Aaahhhh, nooo!! I regret it. I shouldn’t have been on the red side from the beginning without thinking about anything. After this wave, the black side’s winning rate will definitely be high! Right, I have to go to the black side’s live broadcast room to reward points quickly!]

[Me too!]

During faction battles and team battles, in the instances, the reward points given by the audience would be used as betting. If the anchor they bet on won, they could receive a share after the instance was over. However, during the live broadcast, the audience could go into different live broadcast rooms and give rewards to both sides.

The system would close the betting function and settle the audience rewards half an hour before the instance ended. Whichever side received the most reward points from the audience member, that side’s betting would be counted as successful. If the betting points on both sides were the same, then all those points were counted as normal rewards and weren’t added to the final point dividend.

That is to say, if the audience realized that the side they were currently supporting had a lower winning rate while watching the live broadcast, and if they wanted to change their support faction, they must go to the opposite live broadcast room to reward a higher amount of points.

In terms of being a capitalist, Nightmare Live Room could be regarded as one of the best.

[But speaking of it, now that the situation has become so obvious, why hasn’t the winning rate determined by the system changed much?]

[Huh, indeed, it seems that since the faction battle started, the winning rate prediction bar has not been moved…]

[? Is it a bug?]

In this kind of instance where anchors were divided into factions and teams, in order to entice viewers to reward and bet, the system would use the data in the instance to calculate the winning percentage of the two factions and display it in the live broadcast square in the form of data bars.

This win rate would also be refreshed and changed at any time.

However, after the faction battle mode of this instance, “Antai Community”, was turned on, the winning rate bar calculated by the system had not changed and had always remained around 50%. Whether Wen Jianyan began to recruit and convert believers or use the hatred of believers to cause internal strife on the red side, the winning rate had never shifted to the black side, and there was even a tendency to favor the red.

Wang Hanyu’s complexion was very bad.

After he was unable to provide a new name for Granny Wen and refused to write his own name on it, he was kicked out of Granny Wen’s apartment.

Saying “kicked out” was not quite accurate.

To be precise, he found that “Granny Wen’s apartment” in front of him was slowly fading away. Whether it was the decorations in the room, Granny Wen sitting in front of the table not far away, or the other players in the room, they all dissipated from his vision like a phantom, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself standing alone in the empty corridor with nothing around him.

…D*mmit.

Wang Hanyu gritted his teeth secretly.

He knew that in the current situation, he had no chance of competing for the main line task.

Then, according to his experience with instances, the most important thing now was to protect himself and redeem enough points to ensure that he would not die before the end of the main task.

Wang Hanyu took a deep breath, lowered his head, and glanced at the comparison of the numbers of anchors in the two factions in his Nightmare app.

It’s okay; no matter what, the red side should still have the upper hand, after all…

Wang Hanyu reached into his pocket.

The hard and cold touch of the wall of the soul-locking altar came from his fingertips, which made him feel strangely at ease.

According to logic, if they have to create the tenth soul-locking altar, then the black side’s mission should be the opposite of theirs, which would be to destroy the soul-locking altars.

This soul-locking altar was obtained by him in the scuffle before the faction battle started.

That is to say, as long as this soul-locking altar was still in his hands, the opponent should not be able to complete the main task, and the red side would not be annihilated.

But……

Wang Hanyu didn’t know why, he felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.

For no reason, the words of that fake prophesier kept echoing in his mind.

“The tower is upright.”

“Everything about you will collapse and disintegrate from the depths, and all the bad things you have done will come back to you.”

……Don’t make jokes.

Wang Hanyu gritted his teeth; his pale face twisted slightly involuntarily under the strain of strong emotions.

This was the case in the Nightmare live broadcast room. If you killed someone, you would be killed. This was an undeniable truth! Not to mention, the other party had become an obstacle for him!

In the Nightmare, the qualifications for creating a guild were rare and harsh. Even if it was only a small guild, the creation process was not easy, but the guild would receive more rewards and preferential treatment. Many large guilds would raise some shadow guilds to obtain double benefits and enhance the competitiveness of their main guild in the entire anchor hall.

The guild “Obsidian” ranked in the top 20 on the entire ranking list and had recently been in the limelight. They tried to include themselves in Obsidian and use their guild as its shadow guild, but such favorable conditions were rejected by the guild leader, Chen Mo. No matter how Wang Hanyu, the vice president, persuaded him, he would not listen.

Therefore, Wang Hanyu decided to plan for his future.

Ever since Chen Mo’s name was written on the yellow paper until now, Wang Hanyu has firmly believed that he has made the right choice.

At this moment, Wang Hanyu’s cell phone vibrated suddenly.

“Buzz.”

Wang Hanyu was stunned and looked down at his mobile phone screen. In an instant, his face turned pale.

【Your guild leader is visiting your location.】

How, how is it possible?

This function could only be used within the guild, and it cost a lot of points. If it was not a very urgent situation, almost no one would use it.

More importantly……

Shouldn’t his guild leader be dead?!

“Tap tap tap.”

In the corridor not far away, there was the sound of approaching footsteps.

Wang Hanyu’s face turned pale, and he took a few steps back slowly. Then he turned around suddenly and ran in the opposite direction from where the voice came from!

However, before he could take a few steps, the scarlet chain suddenly appeared in front of him without warning, firmly blocking his way.

Wang Hanyu’s forehead was covered with cold sweat, his facial features were stiff, and he stood firmly in place, not daring to move.

A familiar, indifferent voice came from behind:

“Didn’t expect that?”

Wang Hanyu stiffly turned his head little by little and looked behind him.

His teammate, who should have died, appeared at the end of the corridor without warning. His face was pale, and there was still a scarlet wound on his forehead, which seemed to be corroded.

He looked as if he had climbed up from the depths of hell.

“We could actually meet again.”

Chen Mo smiled and said coldly: “I didn’t think of it either.”

***

The baptism of the anchor whose san value had been reduced to a critical point had been completed.

Wen Jianyan stood up and turned around to walk out.

Ji Guan walked over, with an eager look on his face: “How is it? How many people are left for us to occupy the entire instance?”

As one of the earliest old believers, he was very enthusiastic about developing offline.

Wen Jianyan: “……”

He took out his phone from his pocket, opened the Nightmare app, and glanced at it.

Although the number of people on the black side was still 1, the number of people on the red side had been reduced to less than 10. Apart from those who were converted into believers by him, there should be many who died in the battle. Anyway, the current power ratio should definitely have shifted.

But……

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.

Strange, why was Granny Wen still continuing to import people into the mirror? If she didn’t realize that someone was playing tricks the first time and the second time, she should have realized now that the previous failures were not accidents. But she still didn’t stop her actions and change her strategy.

Could it be that—

Wen Jianyan turned his head to look at Ji Guan and Su Cheng and hurriedly confessed: “The next things in this mirror world will be left to you two.”

“……Eh?”

Ji Guan was dumbfounded: “What?”

Su Cheng, who had just arrived, was also suddenly alert: “Wait? What do you mean?”

However, before they could find out why, the young man in front of them took out the Bagua mirror from his pocket. A pale arm stuck out from the mirror and grabbed the other party’s collar.

In the next second, their eyes blurred, and the figure of the young man disappeared instantly.

? ? ?

Only Ji Guan and Su Cheng were left speechless, looking at each other in blank dismay.

What the hell was to be left to the both of us?!

You are too irresponsible as a leader!

Just as Wen Jianyan left the mirror world, his phone buzzed.

“……?”

This was something he did not expect.

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback and looked down at the phone screen.

It was an unknown call.

Wen Jianyan picked up the phone.

Chen Mo’s voice sounded from the other end of the microphone, and after simply announcing the number of an apartment, he immediately hung up.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyebrows but still walked in that direction, according to his memory.

Soon, Chen Mo’s figure appeared not far away.

One of his hands was hanging by his side; the wound on the palm was split open, and the scarlet blood trickled down his fingertips, dripped onto the ground, and gathered into a pool of blood.

Chen Mo’s chest rose and fell rapidly, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the corridor.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Chen Mo looked in Wen Jianyan’s direction, lowered his eyes, and said in a calm and suppressed voice: “Someone wants to make a deal with you.”

He turned slightly sideways.

There was a figure in a state of embarrassment slumped on the ground, trembling slightly all over.

Wang Hanyu raised his pale face that was full of tears, looked at Wen Jianyan, who was not far away, and said in a trembling voice: “I, I know where the last soul-locking altar is!”

Wen Jianyan raised his eyebrows and stepped forward: “Oh?”

The last soul-locking altar was definitely on the body of a certain anchor. As long as he continued to assimilate the anchor and gradually pulled most of the red anchors into his faction, the probability of finding it would gradually increase—of course, this premise was that he was prepared to get the soul-locking altar from the very beginning.

Wen Jianyan squatted down in front of Wang Hanyu, stared at his distorted face, and said softly:

“You know that, right? If I get the soul-locking altar and complete the main task, the rest of your red side anchors will die, including you.”

Wang Hanyu stepped forward on his knees and grabbed Wen Jianyan’s sleeve firmly: “Bu-but you know how to let the anchors get rid of the shackles of the faction! Right!”

He looked at Wen Jianyan with longing eyes: “I am willing to give you the soul-locking altar, as long as you also convert me into your person!”

“Is it okay even if the other red anchors are all wiped out?”

Wen Jianyan confirmed.

“I, I don’t want to do this either, but…” Wang Hanyu raised his teary face: “The rules are like this! This live broadcast is cruel, and everyone will do whatever it takes to survive—”

Chen Mo stood aside speechlessly; his face was pale and cold.

He lowered his eyes, clenched his fingers silently, and his flat nails pierced fiercely into the soft palm.

“But it’s not enough.”

Wen Jianyan lightly interrupted the other party.

Wang Hanyu was taken aback: “…what?”

“Just knowing where the soul-locking altar is not enough.”

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly: “The situation in the instance has changed too much. Your knowledge may have been invalidated, and it isn’t even as easy as using a hand of guidance. Although the number of exchanges for my hand of guidance has been exhausted, I believe most of the red anchors would be willing to give a hand of guidance in exchange for a chance to survive, right?”

Wang Hanyu’s expression froze.

“You should understand this, but even so, you still proposed this deal to me…”

Wen Jianyan smiled and moved closer: “It’s because the altar is on your body, right?”

This level of lying was easy to see through.

Wang Hanyu’s heart trembled, he clenched his teeth subconsciously and instantly tasted the taste of blood in his mouth.

——He was aware that if he stated that the soul-locking altar was on his body, the other party could kill him and search his body for it. That’s why he lied to Chen Mo and told him he knew where the soul-locking altar was and let the other party call the black side anchor to give himself a little bargaining power.

But what he didn’t expect was that…the other party would see through it directly and expose it mercilessly.

A strong sense of despair welled up in Wang Hanyu’s heart.

It’s really over now.