Doomsday Wonderland

Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1142: See, This is the Benefit of Leaving Your Real Name

Chapter 1142: See, This is the Benefit of Leaving Your Real Name

Sesame Cake hadn’t lied about one thing: as long as posthumans swallowed by lava, whether registered or not, had a certain survival rate, they would be sent to a general hospital.

However, this situation didn’t bring any happiness to Lin Sanjiu.

She had already finished reading the A4 paper book created by Ya Jiang, but it didn’t contain much information. At least she now had a better understanding of this rule.

“Unlike common survival points,” Ya Jiang’s black standard font, typed by hand, explained on the paper, “even if a posthuman still has a survival rate after being swallowed by lava, it doesn’t guarantee they’ll be sent to the hospital. It’s a probability, not a certainty. After each swallowing, the survival rate will be deducted. Even if a player has a 99.9% survival rate, there’s still a 0.1% chance of immediate death. Only when a player first enters the game, with their survival rate still at 100%, can they be guaranteed to survive and enter the hospital.

So far, it was good news. Both Puppeteer and Bohemia had entered the lava game for the first time, starting with a 100% survival rate. They must be in the general hospital now. This Lava world, no matter how you looked at it, seemed more like a game pocket dimension.

However, the next lines were chilling.

“The general hospital is not a real hospital, and until now, no player knows exactly where it is. It cannot provide any treatment for lava injuries; its only purpose seems to be acting as a secondary game platform. When players exit the main world, they will be imprisoned in the hospital, forced to endure at least one round of Lava (calculated from the start of the next round). During this time, players will have some of their movement abilities or evolving abilities restricted, depending on the injuries they sustained.”

Lin Sanjiu stared at the last sentence for a while, unable to resist rubbing her temples.

Puppeteer had stuck his head into a volcano. Did that mean his entire brain activity would be restricted? Wasn’t that akin to being in a vegetative state?

Unfortunately, the bad news didn’t end there.

“The general hospital is not safe. Or should I say, according to the experiences of many players, the general hospital seems far more dangerous than the main world. This is understandable, as players who inadvertently broke the rules and ended up swallowed by lava would inevitably face consequences afterward.”

The text on this page ended there. Lin Sanjiu held her breath, turned to the second page, and then flung the paper book far away with a wave of her hand. It hit the wall of a tavern across the street with a loud bang, startling a few birds perched on the power lines.

On the second page, Ya Jiang had written only one sentence: “I’m lucky to have never been inside.”

“Talking about it like it’s a fun place when you’ve never been there!” Lin Sanjiu cursed, then sighed. “He definitely doesn’t know all the information. That guy is so lazy.”

However, after standing there for a moment, she decided to go and pick up the handbook. Even if she remembered all the words on it, it was still a useful resource. After surviving in the doomsday for so long, people learned to cherish resources.

As she tucked away the book, Mrs. Manas suddenly whispered, “Take a look at the menu.”

Lin Sanjiu was taken aback and turned her head toward the tavern.

The part-time restaurant’s small tavern, like many other shops, had a stand at the entrance to hold menus. She walked over slowly, taking a few steps, and first glanced at the duoluozhong receptionist before finally focusing her gaze on the paper.

Under the dish called “Green Spicy Roasted Seafood,” instead of a description of the food item or its price, there was a pa.s.sage of text: “Number of registered players within a 10-block radius: 3. Number of illegal immigrants: 5.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Apparently, not everyone who stumbled into the Lava world would understand the situation immediately like she did.

“Player 1, Ya Jiang. Male, a player who survived the first three rounds, currently in his fourth round, with a high survival rate.”

“Player 2, Lin Sanjiu. Female, a rookie player, currently in her first round, with an extremely high survival rate.”

“Player 3, Hei Zeji. Male, a player who survived the first round, currently in his second round, with an extremely low survival rate.”

Lin Sanjiu scrutinized the menu for several minutes, rubbing her eyes multiple times, pondering for a while. She wondered if the name “Hei Zeji” was common or if it was just a coincidence.

How could someone with formidable combat abilities have an extremely low survival rate after just one round of playing Lava?

“Only 10 blocks away,” she murmured as the text gradually disappeared, reverting to the menu. Lin Sanjiu finally understood why the broadcast had emphasized paying attention to details. “I’ll go for a run. It won’t take more than half an hour!”

“And you plan to run and call out to him at the same time?” Mrs. Manas asked.

“What’s wrong with that? Puppeteer and Bohemia are stuck in the hospital this round and can’t come out. If I want to find them, I first need to locate the lava. That way, I can also alert Hei Zeji to be careful. It’s a win-win situation!”

Ignoring the illegal immigrants for the moment, there were only three players with knowledge of the game nearby. Adding Ya Jiang, who wouldn’t show up upon hearing her voice, she felt even more confident that this was a good idea.

Lin Sanjiu acted immediately. Starting from the right side and returning from the left, she sprinted out of the alley she was in, planning to run a large circle around the area.

Amidst the whistling wind, she didn’t forget to say, “Mrs. Manas, keep an eye on any player information, especially in places where there are already words.”

“My, you’re about to turn your Life Coach into a messenger,” Mrs. Manas grumbled.

If there were still any food left in this world, Lin Sanjiu could have scoured places like dessert shops in her search for Hei Zeji. However, every dessert shop she pa.s.sed by contained only dirty ashes as their sole merchandise.

“Hei Zeji!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the streets, alleys, and buildings of the empty city, making the surroundings even more eerily quiet. “Are you here? It’s me, Lin Sanjiu!”

“Be careful,” Mrs. Manas urgently said. “We still don’t know where the lava is hidden. Walk on the brick pavement like you just did, and don’t step on anything else!”

Lin Sanjiu quickly acknowledged the advice in her mind, her footsteps clanging past a dimly lit clothing store. But as soon as she had taken a few steps beyond it, she abruptly turned around and folded back, stopping in front of the gla.s.s entrance of the store.

Someone was watching her from inside.