Right after the mission was distributed, almost everyone here basically understood what was going on after communicating with their own automatic system.
Silvanus felt that Happy TV Network was truly mocking them, because from the very beginning there had been no appearance of any automatic system, as if a splash of bright color was required to start the journey.
But thinking about those perverse comnts, Silvanus felt he could understand it sowhat—perhaps it was a way to keep the audience watching?
At this ti, the steward had already left. Before leaving, he reminded them once again how dangerous the night was, and also said that they could freely choose any room in this castle. However, they had to ensure that they had the ability to stay there; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
These words sounded like a warning. Silvanus knew that the greatest "unimaginable consequence" was nothing more than losing one's life.
He lowered his eyes. Thinking about what Nine had said—that the viewers could bring them benefits through the comnt section—he wanted to confirm a few things.
[Nine, can the viewers spoil things?]
Nine: [No, the viewers cannot spoil. However, they can hang missions for the artist to complete. Sotis those missions will unlock truths that help the artist finish their task.]
Sotis? Silvanus felt that the probability was surely very small. Judging by the attitude of those viewers, the mission might just as well lead the artist straight to their death.
But the fact that viewers could not spoil anything was already a form of assurance for him.
At that mont, the child in his arms suddenly stirred slightly, and the first problem Silvanus had to face had arrived.
First of all, it was difficult to know whether this child was an NPC or an ordinary person who had also been dragged into this place. Moreover, would it seem suspicious if he acted unfamiliar with the child?
But on second thought, everything might already have been suspicious from the very beginning, because Silvanus didn't even know how this father and son usually lived together.
Perhaps the "he" from before had never even held this child once.
Silvanus let out a breath, then pushed the child away slightly. Facing a face that looked half like his own but in miniature, Silvanus still couldn't help pausing for a mont.
He confird that this had to be an NPC. In real life, how could there possibly be soone who looked so much like him? He didn't even have a child, nor had he ever slept around…
Silvanus lowered his gaze, then suddenly hugged the child tightly. His hand trembled uncontrollably for a mont, as if only now had he truly reacted to what had happened.
His voice was hoarse, even tinged with a hint of sobbing. "Son, you didn't see anything, right? That man didn't do anything to you, did he?"
The tip of his nose buried itself in the top of the child's head. Then he suddenly pulled back again, making the two of them face each other as he asked with a serious expression, "You still rember who I am, right? I'm your daddy. Say my na—do you still rember?"
Silvanus seed desperate to confirm that this child was truly his son after this series of strange events that had suddenly occurred.
He lowered his eyes, and a tear suddenly fell onto the back of the child's hand. "If I had known things would turn out like this… I wouldn't have co here… Son, I'm sorry…"
A small hand suddenly lifted to gently wipe the tear from his face. Silvanus raised his eyes and t the child's erald-green gaze.
"Daddy, don't be afraid. I'll protect you!"
Silvanus: "…" Had he really just cried in front of a child like this? And this child wasn't scared at all?
The comnt section scrolled wildly.
[Hahaha, daddy's little hero, so cute!!!]
[So adorable, I can't believe this is just an NPC.]
[But seeing Silvanus like that, I didn't expect him to cry hahaha.]
[So that expressionless face earlier was just because he was too stunned to react?]
[Am I the only one who thinks this change is a bit unusual?]
[A handso man crying is always delicious—I really want to see him cry even harder!]
[Why is the comnt section here so weird?]
[There's a child here, please—gory stuff really isn't appropriate.]
[And obscene stuff is appropriate, you idiots?]
[kkkk we've been exposed.]
anwhile, outside, Silvanus looked at the serious expression on his son's face as the child tried to act brave, and suddenly spoke in a softer voice. "Why are you so brave? My little darling, tell —what's my na?"
[He's too frightened. Does he not believe this is his son?]
[Who knows? Maybe this really is so little monster.]
[Why do I feel like Silvanus's brain is always hanging sowhere up in the clouds?]
The child pressed his lips together, then suddenly spoke. "Daddy, are you afraid? I really am your son."
Even so, he still had no intention of saying Silvanus's na.
Silvanus frowned. At that mont, his hand was suddenly squeezed tightly. The child grabbed his hand, blinking his large eyes with an innocent expression. Silvanus parted his lips, but before he could say anything, another man's voice sounded.
"Given the current situation, whether we want to believe it or not, we have no choice but to believe it. We have beco so-called artists serving an organization called Happy TV Network."
The one who spoke was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimd glasses, his face sharp and intelligent. He spoke slowly, then glanced toward Nick as if pondering sothing before continuing.
"As that young man said, I also rembered sothing. Before I was brought here, I was busy reviewing the case files of one of my clients. It was already three in the morning, and I had been awake for more than three days. I had just been about to get a glass of water when I suddenly slipped and fell. When I opened my eyes again, I had already appeared in this place."
The others had obviously begun recalling their own stories as well. None of their expressions looked pleasant. No one could easily accept the fact that they had died—especially when, after death, they had been dragged into such a bizarre world.
The man spoke again. "Allow to introduce myself first. I'm Daniel. As I revealed earlier, I was a lawyer before I died. And now…"
He glanced down at the badge in his hand before saying softly, "I'm a holess man."
The steward had said that only those who were carefully selected could be invited here for the chance to beco the heir of Lord Lethos. But a holess man was also on the list of those chosen?
No—everything had been shrouded in a vague mist from the very beginning. Silvanus had a feeling that not only was Daniel's identity ordinary, but perhaps everyone here had nothing special about them either. Just like him—rely an unremarkable single dad…
No, there was sothing special. At least before this, he had been wealthy.
At this mont, the others also began to recount their identities one after another.
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