I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

Suddenly, the vending machine came to life, scaring Wang Yang so much that he collapsed on the ground, his fierce demeanor vanishing instantly, leaving him speechless with terror.

Thinking about it, it wasn't surprising. In the Horror World, anything could be a ghost. A vending machine that provides human food—how could it be normal?

The vending machine bared its teeth but didn't pounce.

Summoning his courage, Qin Nuo said, "We're employees of the restaurant. We earned this money. Why are we being treated differently?"

"Having food is already good enough. The rats that came before even begged me for food. What more do you want, you filthy rats?"

"Get lost!"

Liu Jiaqi whispered, "Should we talk to that Pinocchio?"

"It won't help. Let's go." Qin Nuo didn't argue. The vending machine ghost wasn't wrong. In the Horror World, humans were the lowest of the low. Survival was the most important thing.

Of course,