Player Reload

"If everyone violates the rules and attempts a group escape, what awaits outside may not just be the mutated creatures of the wasteland, but possibly the program crew’s long guns and short cannons, and clusters of armor."

Saying this, Annie walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, took out a high-powered flashlight, and shone it outside against the glass.

The beam, which should have been able to illuminate a kilometer-wide area, began to diminish after just fifty meters, eventually being swallowed by darkness, leaving no visibility as to what lay outside.

The unknown is often the most terrifying; who knows what they’d encounter running out there, yet staying in the villa and honestly participating in the romance reality show means at least a 25% chance of survival—according to the voice-over, one or several couples should remain in the end.

"Then let’s each rely on our own skills."

The handsome black man Will shrugged his shoulders; he lived up to his name, bearing a strong resemblance to the young Hollywood actor, Will Smith.

"Commercials over! Let’s start today’s feature!"

The broadcast in the corner sounded again; mechanical arms extended from the ceiling tracks, armed with cameras and boom microphones, aimed at the eight players.

And on the television set, the villa’s surveillance viewpoint was also displayed, with a data panel on the side showing the current vote count for each contestant, the current program’s popularity, and audience demographics (including but not limited to age, gender, income, etc.).