Quick Wear: Domineering System on Your Own

Chapter 159 Deserted Island Game 3

Duan Yizhou, a man shrouded in bad luck, money is just an accumulation of numbers to him, but the tricks of fate will not be abated in the slightest because of his rich life.

That day, he walked towards his luxury car in a gloomy mood. He caught sight of the glaring flyer on the door handle. His brows instantly twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and he muttered, "These junk ads are really pervasive!"

He reached out and ripped the flyer off the car door handle and threw it into a nearby trash can. But who would have thought that he would still be unlucky enough to be dragged into this game, even though he hadn't even read the content on the flyer.

At this moment, he was just as Lingjiu described, standing in this strange and eerie place, with his fists clenched, looking up at the sky and roaring hysterically in his heart: "God, do you have eyes? I, Duan Yizhou, have never done anything against the law of nature in my life, why are you torturing me like this!" He roared and stomped his feet fiercely, as if each kick was to stomp a hole in the ground to vent the endless resentment in his heart.

Thinking back on the past, he was even more furious. Because of his unlucky physique, the people around him also suffered. His company didn't go bankrupt because of its rich family background.

His father didn't even dare to hand over the family business that his ancestors had worked so hard to build, fearing that if he accidentally passed on his unlucky constitution, it would destroy the family's foundation completely."

When he saw the crowd surging in one direction like a tide to get the phone, he froze in place, staring blankly at the crowd. After a long moment, he slowly untangled himself, as if pulling his legs out of a deep quagmire, and stood up straight. His movements were slow and mechanical, as if every joint was rusted. Step by step, dragging his heavy steps, he walked alone towards the white house.

Finally reaching the white house, he found only one phone, lying there alone, seemingly awaiting his arrival. He sighed helplessly, picked up the phone, and pressed the power button. The moment the screen lit up, a few large words pierced his eyes like a sharp blade: Your identity is an NPC. Your mission is to destroy the clues and survive to the end.

Duan Yizhou's eyes widened instantly, his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg. He exclaimed in disbelief: "What? How is this possible?"

His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the phone wobbled with them, nearly dropping from his grasp. His mind seemed to have been paused, a blank. It took him a long time to recover, and he muttered to himself, "If I remember correctly, that person just now said the others' mission was to find the NPC..."

He walked out of the white room in a daze, stumbling like a drunk. He looked up at the azure yet indifferent sky, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness. He roared again, "God, are you kidding me?!" After shouting, he seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed.

After a moment, he returned to his previous spot, dejected and utterly deserted. It was so quiet that only his own heavy breathing could be heard. He plopped down on the ground, his hands clutching his head. His fingers dug deep into his hair, pulling at it relentlessly, muttering to himself, "I'm not short of money anyway. Why should I even play this ridiculous game? I might as well just blow myself up and be done with it."

At that moment, Shi Er appeared beside him like a ghost. With his signature smile plastered on his face, his eyes narrowed to a slit. He bent down, looked at Duan Yizhou sitting on the ground, and said softly, "Congratulations on becoming the NPC of this game. As long as you can hold on to the end, I will grant you one wish."

Duan Yizhou slowly raised his head, a hint of mockery in his eyes. He curled his lips and snorted coldly, "Can you really change my unlucky constitution?"

Shi Er remained calm, nodded with a smile, and said firmly, "Okay."

When Duan Yizhou heard this answer, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness. He put down his hands, patted the dust off his body, stood up, and said thoughtfully: "If I can really change this unlucky physique, then this game is worth playing."

Meanwhile, across the field, Duan Yizhou wasn't the only one experiencing a brain freeze. Zhou Zhixia also stood there, stunned, her fingers trembling as she tapped her phone screen. The next thing she saw was a line of large characters, and her face instantly turned pale. Her eyes widened as she muttered, "This is fucked!!! What should I do?!"

Her brain raced like an overclocked machine, sweat forming on her forehead. Frowning, she thought to herself, "No, I can't just sit there and wait for death. I need to find some powerful characters to team up with. Only then can I possibly find the clues in this game and sabotage it. But who should I find?" As she spoke, she anxiously tapped her forehead, as if that would reveal the right person.

At this moment, a face slowly emerged in her mind like a movie. It was the person who reminded them that there was something wrong with the flyer. She clearly remembered that when everyone was still ignorant, it was that person who first noticed the difference. "Yes, it's him! If he can join our team, the mission will definitely go much more smoothly, and our chances of winning will be greatly increased." A spark of hope rekindled in her eyes. She turned to look at Lingjiu, grabbed Lingjiu's arm, and said anxiously: "Lingjiu, hurry up, let's find someone to form a team, otherwise it will be too late!"

She hurried over to where the man was, and sure enough, he was surrounded by a huge crowd, three layers deep and three layers deep, with no room for movement. Every face was filled with desire and anticipation, all wanting to recruit him into their team.

Zhou Zhixia struggled to stand on tiptoe, stretching her neck to see what was going on inside, but all she could see were the backs of heads. A trace of annoyance crossed her face, and she whispered to Lingjiu, "This is bad! So many people want to recruit him. What should we do? Lingjiu, do you have any good ideas for getting him to join us?"

Just as she was at her wit's end, her phone suddenly began vibrating violently without warning. She quickly reached into her pocket and pulled it out. The vibrations also drew the attention of the others around her, who instinctively glanced at their phones. A message flashed across the screen.

1 group (100)

Announcement: "This game is played in groups of four, with numbers 1-4 forming a group, and so on. The numbers are as shown on the back of the phone."

Note: "You can move your cabin by pointing your phone at the cabin number. This can only be done once. Please choose your residence carefully."