Chapter 467: Perfect World!

This was the central square.

Inside the square stood the more than three hundred players who had just been teleported in.

Tall buildings stood in great numbers all around.

Ahead, there was a bar called: 【Player Club】, with players who had Liar-Slayers tucked into their waists going in and out from time to time.

On both sides of the street were various shops.

Clothing stores, sneaker stores, restaurants, supermarkets, fruit stands, hardware stores, and so on.

The goods inside were complete.

Some players walked into the hardware store and found that they could actually take away the things inside. So more and more players walked into various shops to look for the equipment they needed.

Chen Ran also saw two drunk players walking out of the bar, going to a nearby breakfast shop, taking steaming hot steamed buns from the steamer, and only eating the filling without eating the skin.

The crowd found that the steamed bun skins thrown on the ground by the two players quickly disappeared, and the originally messy steamer also recovered instantly in the blink of an eye, still emitting steam.

They realized: This city actually had an auto-repair mechanism.

Thinking up to this point.

The crowd looked at the shops they had rummaged through previously, and sure enough, the goods inside had unexpectedly replenished automatically.

At this time, another Drunkard staggered out from the bar. Seeing the crowd, a wicked smile appeared on the Drunkard's face.

He unbuckled his pants in public to take a leak.

"Hahaha, what are you looking at? Careful, I might spray you in the face. Hahaha."

Something was not right!

The players who could be teleported in by Si Jincheng were all Three-Star or above, which meant they were all players at the First Realm of Lingtai.

After a player completed Heart Cultivation, even if they didn't suppress their Mental State, their self-control was very strong.

How could they be so decadent?

The Drunkard shivered, then pulled up his pants. Seeing the crowd's confusion, he laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, you newcomers probably still don't know..."

"In this world, there is endless delicious food, endless fine wine, and the flow of time is extremely exaggerated."

"One year in this world equals one hour outside. More importantly..."

Speaking up to here, a morbid fanaticism appeared on the Drunkard's face.

"Here, there aren't as many rules and regulations as in the 18th Level, we only follow the Supreme Rule that lying is forbidden, hahahaha..."

The Drunkard's expression became even more crazy: "This here is my Perfect World. I can comfortably live here for decades, or even centuries. Why should I go out and face the deception and intrigue of the 18th Level?"

Right at this moment.

A woman walked over from afar, holding the hand of a Little Girl with a bun hairstyle. Neither of them had Liar-Slayers on them.

"Hubby, come home for dinner."

As if electrocuted, the Drunkard immediately suppressed his Mental State, eliminated his drunkenness, and looked at the mother and daughter with incomparably tender affection, nodding heavily.

Picking up the Little Girl and holding his wife's hand, the Drunkard smiled exceptionally happily.

"Drinking so much again, go out less for socializing in the future. What if you ruin your health from drinking?"

"Daddy, buy me a doll, and you have to take me to the amusement park to play, otherwise... otherwise Nannan won't talk to you anymore."

The family of three left the crowd's line of sight amidst cheerful chatter and laughter.

The three hundred players fell silent.

They clearly knew that the mother and daughter should have been created by the Drunkard's skill, replicating the wife and child he had when he was alive.

The flow of time here was slow. By the time the Hell Great Escape ended, perhaps decades or even a century would have already passed in this world.

Here, there was endless delicious food, endless fine wine, and all kinds of daily necessities were readily available. Why would one still want to go out?

Rather than being in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, where one would sooner or later die in some Instance.

It was better to comfortably live out one's life here with one's 【family】.

Although the Drunkard lived in 【falsehood】.

But if it was 【falsehood】 for a lifetime, then he was living in reality.

Except for those who were naturally evil seeds, every player had their own history of blood and tears.

To some people, this place was a land of falsehood, but also a land of self-salvation.

The central square remained speechless for a long time.

In the 18th Level, they were Cannon Fodder, they were Slaves, they were Reserve Teammates, they were...

But here, as long as they didn't lie, they could comfortably live out their lives with the people they loved, their relatives, and their friends...

At this moment, no one suppressed their Mental State.

They clearly knew that perhaps this might not necessarily be a bad 【new life】.

Chen Ran gave his own Liar-Slayer a big slap: Look at other people's skills!

The most terrifying part of this skill...

Was that it could make the players teleported to this world willing to die.

For example, Si Jincheng could sign a contract with the players, letting these players comfortably live out their lives in this world. One hundred years later in this world, the players would actively speak a lie and calmly go to their deaths.

And for Si Jincheng, he only needed to wait one hundred hours outside to harvest a wave of kills.

A win-win.

He had to say, this world formed a strong contrast with the 18th Level.

However dangerous the 18th Level was, that was how comfortable it was here. Even this group of players at the First Realm of Lingtai couldn't quite resist the temptation.

"Hahaha!" In the crowd, someone suddenly laughed loudly: "In the 18th Level, I am someone else's Slave. I probably won't survive this Hell Great Escape anyway, so I might as well live comfortably for a lifetime in this world!"

After saying that, that Youth didn't hesitate to lift his legs and walk forward, jogging, then running fast, rushing towards the bar ahead.

The crowd followed out of curiosity.

As the number of people increased, the space in the bar also grew larger. Inside, besides them, there were almost a hundred more 【Veteran Players】.

The scene inside could only be described as...

Snuggling with beauties, indulging in sensual pleasures, lakes of wine and forests of meat, and entertaining themselves to death.

There were even players sitting five in a row, playing the games they played when they were alive on computers.

Inside the half-open door on the right was a snowy mountain, where someone was skiing.

Inside the half-open door on the left should be the sea, where someone was surfing in the ocean. There were also more than ten cruise ships sailing on the sea surface, with men and women in swimsuits throwing a party on the cruise ships.

Inside the other few half-open doors, there were jungles, deserts, and also...

A group of ancient people holding court, among which only the emperor sitting on the dragon throne had a Liar-Slayer tucked into his waist, while the rest of the courtiers did not.

…

At the bar counter, there was a Bartender whose appearance was eighty percent similar to Si Jincheng.

"Those willing to stay need to hand over all your Points and sign a contract. I can help you replicate the people you want to replicate."

Hearing this, the Youth from before immediately handed over the Points on him.

"Your Points can let you live for 150 years in this world. This is the contract, if there are no problems, sign your name on it. There is Si Jincheng's signature on it, and the use of skills is prohibited in this bar except for me. The authenticity of this contract need not be doubted," the Bartender said, pointing at the rule board behind him.

On the rule board, it indeed stated: Non-staff members are prohibited from using skills.

The Youth hesitated no longer, signed his name, and stated the people he wanted to replicate.

Before long.

A bunch of people were replicated, including the Youth's parents, siblings, childhood sweetheart, etc.

"In this city, you can choose any unoccupied mansion to move into. If you prefer a rustic style, I can create one for you right now. Non-deciphering public items can be enjoyed at will. If after a long time you feel bored, you can come to the bar to experience all kinds of comforts and debauchery."

Speaking up to here, the Bartender bowed and said:

"Respected sir, the journey in Hell has ended. I wish you happiness for the rest of your life here."

Two lines of clear tears slid down the Youth's cheeks. Like a child who had suffered grievances outside, he seemed to have many things to say to this group of replicas. Thousands of words ultimately gathered into: "I seem to have had a very, very, very long dream."

Finally, he happily left with the group of replicas.

The Bartender looked at the crowd and smiled faintly: "Everyone, is there anything I can help you with?"