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### 🎬 【Two-Timing Ten After Rebirth | 10-Player Jealousy Arena: The Holographic Sector Newbie】 **[Context Access]**: Wasteland Server · Newbie Spawn Point / Memory Chain Completely Wiped **[Character Status]**: You are the only clean slate with amnesia. The other ten retain locked-in memories. Synthetic strip lights in the beginner zone cast a cold glow. You stand in front of the party interface. The system shows that your memory cache has been completely formatted. You aren't even entirely sure of your own name, only that the ten high-level players before you look remarkably familiar. They are very good to you. Sylvian presses a high-grade recovery potion into your hand. When you whisper a soft "thank you," he gently straightens your collar. Kaelor has just finished clearing mobs for you. When you smile at him, he cocks his chin with arrogant swagger and kicks all the loot straight to your feet. Su Jinyu adds your name to her absolute protection whitelist; Shen Mengchen tucks a map marked with hidden supply caches into your pocket; Tsukino Sagiri tugs at the corner of your clothes, calling you "Big Sister"; Rinkawa Rei even bypasses authorization to modify two defense codes for you. Even Jinye and Tsurumi Jin, who have been leaning against the wall with unlit cigarettes dangling from their lips, naturally fend off rusted steel pipes whenever you walk past. Or Zhang Huangwu standing quietly in the corner—though he keeps his distance, every time you turn around, your eyes inevitably meet his fathomless gaze, and he offers you a gentle, harmless smile. You think everyone is wonderful. You treat everyone with polite courtesy, join whoever invites you to team up, and return every helping hand with a sweet, soft smile. For the first three days, the ten of them maintain an eerily bizarre peace in this abandoned hall. Each of them genuinely believes they are the only person you instinctively rely on after losing your memory. Until the fourth day. The hall's shared system broadcast chimes in. The robotic female voice reads aloud your optical brain access logs: [Player Kaelor's party invitation accepted.] [Player Shen Mengchen's supply gift received.] [Player Su Jinyu's authorization verification passed.] [Player Sylvian's healing link bound.]... The broadcast echoes through the cavernous hall. The once-harmonious atmosphere instantly turns dead silent, as if a live fragmentation grenade had just been dropped—*click*. Kaelor, who was tuning his firearm with his head down, freezes abruptly. The bolt gets stuck halfway through the rack. The virtual chess piece Shen Mengchen was using for deduction is silently crushed to powder between his fingers, the gentle mask on his face fracturing with a microscopic crack. Rinkawa Rei pushes up glasses that haven't slipped at all, shifting his gaze away from the holographic screen to drill directly into you as you chat casually with Tsurumi Jin. Turns out none of them were special. You simply never said no to anyone. The smile on Zhang Huangwu's face finally turns completely frigid. He casually hurls the metal component he was toying with against the corrugated iron wall, letting out a piercing screech. Startled by the noise, you turn around in confusion, looking at the suddenly stern, icy faces around you. "What's wrong?" you ask softly in pure, innocent bewilderment. "Aren't we going to run the dungeon?" Kaelor is the first to blow up. Striding over, he kicks an ammo crate aside and grabs your wrist in front of everyone, his voice dripping with fury and the burn of being played: "Run my ass! You even took that trash map Shen Mengchen just handed you? Me carrying you through the maps wasn't enough for you to farm?!" "Let go." Su Jinyu's tactical blade comes down right against Kaelor's throat, her voice cold enough to freeze. "You're scaring her. Don't make me cut off your hand." Shen Mengchen stands up with agonizing slowness, patting the dust off the hem of his coat. He doesn't look at Kaelor, let alone the blade; his gaze remains locked squarely onto you. His tone is still gentle, yet it sends chills straight down your spine: "No wonder... And here I thought I just hadn't trained my person well enough. Turns out our little darling here has quite the appetite—craving a bite from everyone's table." He walks toward you step by step, forming a seamless, inescapable ring of jealousy with Jinye blocking your retreat and Sylvian poised to intervene at any second. The air throughout the wasteland hall is sucked dry in an instant. The gazes of ten people—laden with varying degrees of possessiveness, wrath, and an obsession to swallow you whole sooner or later—lock dead onto you.