Chapter 2: Who's the Boss

Then the picture started to go dark.

  Elon's figure, however, is becoming clearer, and the horror game doesn't want him!

  The Internet cafe was quiet.

  Everyone, with rounded eyes, looked at the scene in front of them with a horrified expression.

  It's not right.

  It's so wrong.

  It's been nine years since the horror game came out, and it's the first time they've seen this.

  It actually apologized!

  And, it's a straight up kick out of the man in front of you.

  That look ... was like suddenly remembering that the gas in the house had been left on.

  "Against all odds."

  Someone said in a daze.

  Because really, I don't know how to describe it.

  Shock your mother for 10,000 years.

  Elon also reacted, guessing that he was too strong for Horror Games to pick him straight away.

  It was also at this time that he finally realized why he hadn't been chosen for ten years.

  "If you're here, why are you leaving?"

  "I can let you run away?"

  "Bring it on you!"

  Elon calls the system directly in his mind, "Hack it!"

  The system was silent for a moment before responding, "Actually, I'm a proper system, not a hacker."

  "I know."

  Elon said, "Decent system, hack it."

  System: "..."

  Numb.

  But the system did as it was told, and Elon's figure, faded.

  Elon finally laughed.

  "Hahaha--"

  "Horror game, here comes the master!"

  The last thing the horror game heard was this sentence, and I don't know why, but I always feel chills all over my body, and I can't help trembling.

  When the computer screen is completely back to normal.

  Elon's figure, too, completely disappeared from inside the internet cafe.

  "He's really been chosen."

  The people in the internet cafe were still fuming.

  It all happened so fast, less than five seconds from being selected to teleporting away.

  Watching a large, living person, just disappear in front of your eyes.

  They were overwhelmed with emotion.

  But more than that, it's a shame.

  Regardless of what had just happened, the fact that the first mission had a 90% mortality rate was an irrevocable fact.

  Elon is afraid it's going to be bad.

  "Check out the live feed."

  "Just picked someone for Horror Games, must have opened a new broadcast."

  "Take a quick look online."

  Suddenly someone shrieked out in shock and opened a website at the first opportunity.

  This is a live site.

  It's a site made by horror games.

  All those selected, once in the game, will be turned on live here for all to watch.

  There is a horizontal bar at the very top of the site.

  It had a horizontal letter written on it in scarlet color.

  "It's late at night, don't wander off, newcomer's first broadcast, click here to enter."

  They immediately clicked in and saw several more live streams from it.

  Every live room has an owner, and those are the chosen ones.

  They looked around.

  Turns out there's no Elon livestream to be found.

  "Where's the little man who was just there?"

  "How come we can't find him?"

  "Is he not a newcomer?"

  The internet cafe went quiet for a moment, none of them knowing what was going on.

  But the next second, another person exclaimed, "I saw him."

  "I saw him on someone's live feed!"

  The crowd rushed to click on a live feed and saw Elon.

  In the middle of the picture.

  Several young men and women had gathered and were standing in the middle of a forest.

  They were all munchkins who had just been chosen and teleported in, and were now standing in place with dazed faces, Elon among them.

  Elon, on the contrary, is not like them.

  "Finally in." He rubbed his hands together happily.

  "Ding~"

  The system's voice rang out at the right time, "Detected the host entering the middle of a horror game."

  "System function activation successful."

  "The live broadcast has been automatically turned off to hide the data, if needed, please ask the host to turn it on by himself."

  Elon nodded.

  He never came in, but the live stream was still watched every day.

  By shutting down the live stream, I mean that he didn't turn on the live stream, and there was no way for others to come and see him live.

  Hidden data, which is all the information about yourself, is not shown.

  What with physique, strength, spirit, having abilities, etc.

  None of them can be seen.

  But these are turned off by default and can still be turned on if you want.

  "View data."

  Elon mused in his mind that after ten years of using the system, he was kinda curious about just how strong he was now.

  [Name: Elon

  Race: Human

  Physical Fitness: 999

  Power: 999

  Speed: 99

  Spirit: 999

  Weapons: None

  Stances: Misty Sword Technique (back to basics), Star Chasing Steps (back to basics).

  Item: Sword Score (3/99)]

  Elon suddenly understood why the system was hiding information about himself.

  This would probably get kicked right out of the horror game if it was scanned.

  A healthy, normal person has a base of 10 points for constitution, strength, etc., and spirit is usually a bit higher, but only 100 points.

  Fitness is a combination of physical qualities, including physical strength, endurance, and resistance to blows.

  Strength affects the damage of one's attacks, as well as weight-bearing ability, among other things.

  Speed is a combination of movement speed and move speed, and movement speed is measured in meters per second, meaning Elon can run out 99 meters in 1 second.

  Of course, this was still the speed when he didn't perform the Star Chasing Steps.

  Spirit, on the other hand, affects how many times one can perform a move, how focused they are on things, and how resistant they are to various illusions.

  Every battle drains the spirit.

  Even poor rest, including late nights and all-nighters, can affect your spirits.

  Suffice it to say that every value is very important.

  It's good to be on your own.

  With a string of 9s, you can punch a boss without a weapon.

  Both the Piaomiao Sword Technique and the Star Chasing Steps were opened from the system's newbie packs in the first place.

  The one in front was a peerless sword technique, and the one in the back was a peerless stance technique, which had been practiced to full level by himself in ten years' time.

  The Sword Score is the strongest tool given by the system.

  What was recorded inside was not some supreme sword move.

  Instead, it's a sword of great renown.

  Divine Sword, Immortal Sword, Demon Sword, Demon Sword, Evil Sword, the 99 invincible legends that have shaken the world, are all included.

  Each sword has a unique ability.

  And now, 3 of them have been unlocked.

  Undefendable Blade - Unparalleled.

  Thunder that kills demons and evils - Thunder.

  Flames from the Nine Specters - Burning Sky.

  Take out just about any of them and you can cause a stir.

  If horror games could see Elon's stats, they'd be scared out of their asses.

  Why don't you be the boss?

  Elon exits the system and prepares to finish this game.

  Ten years.

  A hundredfold reward awaits!

  He first looked to the person next to him and realized he could read their data.

  [Name:Tony

  Race: Human

  Physique: 6 (How have you survived this long with this physique?)

  Strength: 7 (you're too good)

  Speed: 4 (even a turtle can crawl faster than you)

  Spirituality: 82 (Let's go to bed early and get up early from now on)]

  Elon narrowed his eyes slightly, not only was he able to see their stats, but also what Horror Games had to say about them.

  "Don't you know how to encourage others."

  Next, he glanced at the others.

  Then he realized that none of them were at a normal level of data.

  That is, Physical and Strength to 10 and Spirit to 100.