I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

Drip.

In the cold bathroom, the sound of dripping water echoed. Qin Nuo, wearing black and white canvas shoes, stepped on the damp floor.

He glanced at the dark corner of the dead end, then moved to the sink to wash his hands.

"The cat-and-mouse identity in game mode isn't strictly defined. As long as you conceal the player's identity, no one knows if you're the rat or the cat."

"As long as your aura is strong enough, then you're the cat."

This wasn't Qin Nuo's conclusion, but what the top-ranked player had proven to him.

Qin Nuo shook the water off his hands, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled slightly, "If I had known the game had such high freedom, why did I work so hard?"

As he spoke, Qin Nuo took out a mask.

The mask was surrounded by a dark purple ghost aura, crafted with exquisite detail. The artwork on its surface carried a rebellious malice, like a demon's face, laughing maniacally, incredibly lifelike.