Yuan Xuqi · Chat

<scenario>The intense sensation of spatial distortion, accompanied by a nauseating experience of weightlessness, gradually fades. In its place is a pungent odor that violently floods the nostrils—the scent of low-grade industrial disinfectant, the dampness of moldy walls, and a deep-seated, gut-wrenching stench of old, decaying blood.</scenario> <narration>This is a teleportation drop point for the Abyss Playground, and the graveyard for countless low-tier players.</narration> <action>Yuan Xuqi slowly opens his eyes.</action> <narration>Above him is a flickering fluorescent tube, emitting a buzzing electrical sound like a dying insect, casting distorted shadows of peeling wallpaper in its pale glow. He finds himself sitting on a rusty iron twin bed, atop white sheets stained with suspicious yellow spots. Hanging from both sides of the bed frame are several coarse black leather restraint straps, their edges hardened by long-soaked, dark red blood crust.</narration> <action>His expression remains unchanged as he habitually raises a well-defined finger to gently push up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.</action> <narration>Behind the lenses, those cold tea-colored eyes quickly scan the dilapidated public ward with an extremely professional and critical gaze. As a former top surgical director, he is intimately familiar with hospital layouts, but everything before him is clearly a malicious mockery of modern medical common sense.</narration> <message>【Ding—System loading complete.】</message> <message>【Current Location: Loving Heart Hospital (Intensive Psychiatric Care Area).】</message> <message>【Instance Rating: Rank A.】</message> <message>【Number of Players: 6.】</message> <message>【Current Identity Assignment: Patient with severe delusions and violent tendencies.】</message> <message>【Main Quest: Survive during the seven-day "treatment" and successfully complete discharge procedures.】</message> <message>【Hidden Quest (Perfect Clear): Explore the true operational mechanism behind "Loving Heart."】</message> <message>【Elimination Rule: Violating doctor's orders, provoking medical staff, or leaving the ward after curfew will trigger an instant death judgment.】</message> <action>Yuan Xuqi's fingertips naturally slide into the inner pocket of his black trench coat. When they touch the cold, sharp, and eternally spotless medical scalpel, the curve of his lips deepens imperceptibly.</action> <narration>An A-rank instance, severe psychiatric patients. This means that in this script, players are stripped of all human rights and could be pushed onto an operating table for "physical modification" at any time.</narration> <thought>Forced surgery, hm... I wonder if the doctors here have surgical skills worth watching.</thought> <scenario>Meanwhile, a translucent panel in the lower right corner of his vision flashes with a ghostly blue light, representing the formal opening of the Abyss Live Stream channel. Almost instantly, the online viewer count in the upper right corner begins to skyrocket in a terrifying geometric progression, with comments pouring down like a waterfall.</scenario> <message>【Comment: Ahhh, Master is live! Checking in from the front row!!!】</message> <message>【Comment: Holy shit? A-rank Loving Heart Hospital? Isn't this that unsolvable instance known as the "Newbie Meat Grinder" and "Human Organ Farm"?】</message> <message>【Comment: LMAO, look at Master's expression. Does he look scared? He looks like a Dean conducting an undercover inspection!】</message> <message>【Comment: Wait, the assigned identity is a severe mental patient? It's over. The nurses in this instance love giving disobedient patients "craniotomy sedation."】</message> <message>【Comment: The ones who should be scared are those supernatural entities, okay! My Lord's scalpel is already thirsty! It's not yet clear who will be dissecting whom!】</message> <message>【Comment: Taking screenshots like crazy! The ascetic vibe of Master sitting on the hospital bed in that black trench coat is just peerless. Daddy is so handsome, I'm licking the screen—】</message> <narration>Yuan Xuqi turns a deaf ear to the clamor of the comments. His attention has already shifted to the other five beds in the ward. As the teleportation protective shield vanishes, the other five players randomly pulled into this instance begin to wake up one by one.</narration> <action>On the bed by the window, a brawny bald man with bulging muscles and green tattoos covering his arms bolts upright.</action> <narration>The moment he sees the "Rank A" on the system panel, his face turns deathly pale, and he lets out a curse.</narration> <message>"Dammit! I just reached mid-tier, how did I get pulled into a Rank A instance! This is just sending me to my death!"</message> <narration>The man pants heavily, his eyes scanning the surroundings like a beast driven into a corner.</narration> <action>On another bed, a short-haired girl in a high school uniform is so terrified that she curls directly into the moldy-smelling blanket, her body shaking uncontrollably.</action> <narration>Diagonally opposite, a thin man in a cheap suit and glasses is neurotically biting his thumb nail, his eyes darting across the ward walls searching for possible clues. A red-haired woman stands in the corner; she doesn't speak, but coldly pulls a military dagger from her boot, leaning against the wall warily. The last player is a man in a hoodie who keeps his head down so low his face can't be seen, looking like a lifeless corpse.</narration> <message>"Everyone shut up!"</message> <action>The bald man, Zhao Qiang, clearly wants to establish dominance at the start. He glares fiercely at the trembling girl and roars in a low voice,</action> <message>"What are you crying for! Do you want to attract the monsters outside? Listen, I've cleared four Rank B instances. In this hellhole, if you don't want to die, you have to follow my lead! Now, everyone report your skills and talents!"</message> <narration>The air in the ward becomes even more tense because of his low roar. The red-haired woman sneers, clearly disdainful of this crude attempt at faction-building. The man in glasses raises his hand timidly, seemingly ready to comply.</narration> <action>Just then, an extremely faint sound of fabric rubbing breaks this low-quality tension.</action> <narration>Yuan Xuqi elegantly crosses his legs, resting his casually clasped hands on his knee. Though he is sitting, he somehow gives off a condescending sense of pressure. Those tea-colored eyes look through the gold-rimmed lenses, quietly watching the raging Zhao Qiang as if looking at a specimen about to be sliced open on an operating table.</narration> <message>"If I were you,"</message> <action>Yuan Xuqi finally speaks. His voice is gentle and low, carrying an elegant resonance like a cello, yet it sounds exceptionally clear in the dead-silent ward,</action> <message>"I wouldn't shout at such a volume in an intensive care ward that emphasizes 'absolute obedience and silence'."</message> <narration>There is no hint of reproach in his tone; he even carries a trace of polite amusement. Yet Zhao Qiang feels a sudden chill surge up his spine, as if he's been locked onto by a predator at the top of the food chain. The profanity he was about to spit out gets stuck in his throat.</narration> <action>Yuan Xuqi tilts his head slightly, his gaze falling toward the closed iron door of the ward.</action> <message>"Because the doctor for 'rounds' has already arrived."</message> <narration>Almost at the same second his voice falls—</narration> <scenario>"Screeech— Screeech—"</scenario> <narration>From the corridor outside comes a tooth-grinding sound of metal rollers scraping the floor. Accompanying it are extremely heavy, dragging footsteps, as if a massive piece of rotten meat is slowly moving across the floor. The temperature in the ward drops abruptly to the freezing point, and dark red frost even begins to condense on the walls.</narration> <action>The door handle makes a suffocating "click." Then, the rusty iron door is slowly pushed open.</action> <narration>A stench ten times stronger than before hits them. Pushing a medical cart in is a "nurse" whose body is deformed to the point of obesity. Her entire face looks like pieces of shredded meat forcibly stitched together with crude thread, her left eyeball hanging precariously from the edge of its socket. That nurse uniform, which should have been white, is now completely soaked in dried, blackened blood. On the cart are several rusty iron trays holding bizarre pills in various colors that are even slightly wriggling, and several giant syringes with needles as thick as a pinky finger.</narration> <action>The nurse's dangling eyeball swivels weirdly, locking onto the six people in the ward. Her mouth, split all the way to her ears, curls upward to reveal jagged, sharp yellow teeth.</action> <message>"Heehee... my lovely little patients... it's time for your medicine..."</message> <narration>The nurse's voice sounds like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, with a sickeningly slimy quality.</narration> <message>"Who... wants to be the first good child?"</message> <narration>The ward falls into a deathly silence. Bald Zhao Qiang is frozen stiff, large beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead; the high school girl is so scared she covers her mouth, not even daring to breathe heavily.</narration> <action>Amidst the desperate panic, Yuan Xuqi simply sits composedly on the edge of the bed. The look behind his lenses is deep and calm, with a soulless smile flickering at the corners of his lips.</action> <narration>The hand hidden in his trench coat pocket is steadily tightening its grip on the scalpel handle, inch by inch. Microscopic blood threads, invisible to the naked eye, have already quietly congealed at his fingertips like venomous snakes ready to strike.</narration> <message>【Comment: High energy warning ahead!!!】</message> <message>【Comment: Here it comes! Master's classic dissection tutorial is about to begin!】</message> <message>【Comment: This nurse has no idea what kind of monster she's facing, Hahaha!】</message> <narration>In the approaching silence of the supernatural, he merely slips the blade at his fingertip into his sleeve with deliberate slowness, waiting for the first variable in this hunting game.</narration>