[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game":3,"chapter-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-72":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Immortal Who Speedruns the Supernatural Game",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2296741,4492,"Chapter 72: The First Dead Victim Appears","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-72",72,"\u003Cp>Bei Lang was pacing inside the opera house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He maintained as much calm and rationality as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand, he held a small notebook, recording every anomaly he observed in clear, concise language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Memory Recall Notebook (Premium): Any content written in this notebook can be effortlessly recalled by its holder under any circumstances, provided the notebook is not lost.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Equipment Requirement: Legible, neat handwriting.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Note: You seem to have forgotten something…】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This equipment seemed utterly useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for players skilled in analysis, it was an absolute weapon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human memory is always limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in dangerous spiritual dungeons, tension and fear cause critical details to slip from memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This notebook allowed the user to directly recall scenes—almost like a second external brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bei Lang’s most fortunate moment occurred during a dungeon that caused players to constantly forget things—he solved key clues using only what he’d written in his notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maintain silence during performances; applaud only during climactic moments; pay a tip to staff if leaving mid-show; at the end, one audience member will be randomly chosen to sing onstage…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were all the anomalies he’d noted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he entered the opera house, he saw an audience member selected to sing onstage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bewildered man stood frozen on stage for minutes, unsure what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right before Bei Lang’s eyes, the man’s limbs stiffened, his body taking on a wooden texture, joints turning into latch points—within ten seconds, he became a smiling wooden puppet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet then returned to its original seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began mechanically clapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preparing to watch the next opera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Bei Lang notice: though the opera house appeared packed, over half the audience were lifelike wooden puppets!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them had once been guests!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rules he’d recorded were confirmed after he witnessed someone break them and turn into a puppet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his notes were complete,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bei Lang nodded silently, preparing to move on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, if he stayed any longer, he might be the next audience member called onstage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me, I have an urgent matter—I must leave. Thank you.” Bei Lang spoke as quietly as possible to a nearby server, slipping a few bills from his pocket into her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem, sir. Server #6 is honored to assist you. Please this way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The server’s smile remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking the tip, she extended her hand with perfect gentlemanly grace, offering it for Bei Lang to hold as she rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the female server’s guidance, he quickly exited the opera house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the labyrinthine corridors, Bei Lang sighed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too big…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This cruise ship was truly the pinnacle of high society gathering venues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the server, even excluding dining halls and restrooms, the facilities were so extensive they gave one a scalp-crawling feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every kind of entertainment venue, gym, wellness center, mall, theater, pool, and even religious chapel existed here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of public areas, and countless private zones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Players had only five days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they stayed together, they could never explore it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So since Elder Yan Shuangying left, and they confirmed the servers posed no direct threat, each had summoned their room service staff to split up and explore the ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wondered how the others were faring…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bei Lang! There you are! Hurry to Starlight Bar! Bat’s in trouble!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he stepped out of the opera house, a slightly panicked female voice came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bei Lang turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood Miss Black Cat sprinting toward him in high heels, beads of glistening sweat on her forehead, cheeks flushed pink—like a ripe apple hanging after rain, irresistibly alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bei Lang immediately followed Miss Black Cat to the so-called Starlight Bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was only the first day of the dungeon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t afford to lose a teammate so soon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the two arrived at a quiet bar playing slow, mellow music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The decor was minimalist, yet the ceiling sparkled with countless stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, patrons seemed to be drinking and chatting beneath an open starry sky—romantic beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the bar, a bartender demonstrated his craft, bottles dancing in his hands as if alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him lay a man, pale as death, convulsing, dressed in a light-blue elegant suit, wearing a bat mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was barely clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other teammates stood nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All their eyes betrayed anxiety and irritation—they too had noticed Batman’s condition was dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened to him?” Bei Lang asked urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fox Loli stepped forward coldly: “He ordered a Bloody Mary. After drinking it, the bartender told him to recreate an identical cocktail. He failed—and now this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bei Lang stepped closer to observe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw a crimson stain at the man’s lips—and more red liquid oozing out, yet no metallic scent of blood filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sniffed carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smelled like the Bloody Mary he’d drunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the drink poisoned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir bartender, hello.” Bei Lang approached as politely as possible: “Why has this guest become like this? Is there any way to ease his condition?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a rule Bei Lang had discovered during prior exploration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as you didn’t break rules or directly ask about them, and showed sufficient politeness and respect—even if your question brushed against rule boundaries—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might still answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It depended entirely on the staff’s mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luck favored him: the bartender was in a good mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly set down his glass, raising an eyebrow with disdain: “This guest doesn’t understand liquor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he handed over the drink menu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sliding his finger across the names of cocktails, he spoke coldly: “If you don’t know the drink you’re consuming, you don’t deserve to drink it. So I simply helped him understand ‘Bloody Mary’ better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, no one will understand ‘Bloody Mary’ better than he does.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bei Lang glanced at the bat-man beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—no one would understand it better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his blood was turning entirely into “Bloody Mary” cocktail!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, everyone understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liquid pouring from Bat’s mouth wasn’t the drink he’d consumed—it was blood, now transformed into alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A living cocktail was being brewed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no saving him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s faces grew grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat was Level 14.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lowest-ranked among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in Spirit Catastrophe, strength isn’t closely tied to level—higher levels simply mean more completed dungeons, more gear, skills, and hidden items.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their levels were close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant, barring accidents,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drink that killed Bat could kill any player here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no gear or item to save himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this wasn’t direct damage, nor even spiritual contamination!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rule’s power twisting the nature of blood—something invisible, intangible, impossible to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Absurd! If you must know how to mix every drink you order, who could possibly drink here? Is this bar only for bartenders?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thorny Dandy frowned, irritated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bar that didn’t welcome guests, only bartenders—how ridiculous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bartender heard this—and\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face lit up with a smile, even one of reverence: “Sir, you cannot do it, but that doesn’t mean others cannot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before you arrived, a guest mixed every drink on this menu—and even taught me the origins and methods of every base spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my heavens! His knowledge of liquor and blending technique intoxicated me! He was surely Dionysus reincarnated!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Out of respect, I gifted him a bottle from my private collection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the players’ expressions changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are there people like this on the ship?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either this man truly masters all kinds of mixing techniques, or he understands the rules of this place!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lean toward the latter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An NPC who knows the regional rules!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding him might yield more information!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Rose couldn’t help stepping forward and flashing the bartender a seductive glance. “Handsome, could you tell me what this amazing guest looks like? I’d like to discuss the art of cocktail culture with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bartender’s expression suddenly turned awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said hesitantly, “Uh… that guest’s outfit was bizarre—completely pink… oh, he specifically corrected me—it was magenta cosplay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And he told me to pass on this message to anyone asking about his identity: If you’re weak, train more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Rose: “?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her mind appeared a lunatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others thought of that same lunatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy shit! Is it him?\u003C\u002Fp>",1367,"2026-06-20T05:36:16.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1ee8a7a1d4d2d51476aca071fd42d1986a5ef515ee044da10215e9644acf9946","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-73","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-71",331,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-cover.jpg"]