《Realm of Death-[Isekai/Litrpg]》 **Chapter 1: Welcome to the Realm of Death** **Midnight, Twelve O''Clock.** Qin Nan received a private message containing an unknown link. He moved the mouse, hovering over the ¡°¡Á¡± in the upper right corner, and clicked the left button. Instead of closing the page, it automatically redirected him to a video. The title flashed in the top left corner: *Death Crew*. The film opened with a dramatic scene of a high-altitude fall, accompanied by a loud ¡°bang.¡± A bloody, mangled corpse filled the screen. ¡°Holy crap!¡± Qin Nan was caught off guard, startled by the gruesome image on his computer. The body on the screen had a head that was a bloody mess, yet the eyes remained intact, staring directly at him. Qin Nan could even see his own reflection in those wide-open eyes. Reflection? He must be seeing things. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to focus on the scene before him. When he opened his eyes again, the image had changed. The bloody corpse was replaced by a black background with a line of ominous red text: *Welcome to the Realm of Death.* What the hell? Qin Nan¡¯s mind was a whirlwind of confusion. ¡°Last player has arrived.¡± He heard someone speak and instinctively looked up. At that moment, a blinding white light flashed, forcing him to shut his eyes. When he opened them again, everything had changed. In an instant, life and death were at stake. The dimly lit room had transformed into a brilliantly lit space. The sights around him became clear, causing his pupils to constrict in disbelief as he froze in place. Qin Nan took a moment to gather himself, but his body remained stiff, only his eyes scanning the surroundings to confirm his new environment. He was on a bus. In the blink of an eye, he had gone from his study to this unknown bus. ¡°Newbie?¡± The same voice spoke again, tinged with surprise. Qin Nan instinctively followed the voice, landing on a young man in his thirties sitting directly in front of him, turned halfway around with one arm resting on the back of the bus seat. Beside him was a young woman in her twenties, their posture intimate, like a couple.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. He had never seen these two before. Before Qin Nan could react, the bus that had been stationary suddenly lurched forward. Strangely, the driver''s seat was empty. The man turned his gaze back, his tone casual: ¡°Let¡¯s roll.¡± Qin Nan cursed under his breath. All these bizarre, unexplainable phenomena made him suspect he was just dreaming. ¡°This is all real.¡± A cold male voice interrupted his thoughts. Turning to look, he saw a man sitting across from him, dressed in a white shirt and simple jeans. He was thin, with an unnaturally pale complexion that made him look somewhat sickly. Yet his expression was icy, radiating an aura that screamed "stay away." His gaze was fixed on the earlier speaker, eyes unreadable. His words made the first man turn back, a smirk playing on his lips. ¡°You¡¯re as charming as ever, but too bad, newbies always drag you down. I bet he won¡¯t make it past this round.¡± He then turned his attention back to Qin Nan. ¡°Welcome to the Realm of Death. You¡¯re lucky to be a new player here.¡± His tone dripped with malice, raising Qin Nan¡¯s alertness. The Realm of Death. Qin Nan recalled the ominous phrase he had seen on his computer screen. ¡°A prank?¡± he blurted out, the most logical explanation given the circumstances. The man chuckled, raising an eyebrow. ¡°This is a deadly prank.¡± He made a slashing motion across his throat as he spoke. ¡°Newbie, be careful. If you die here, your life in the real world will be erased too. I think you¡¯ll need a guide.¡± The man continued. Qin Nan glanced between the two, then stood up and moved to sit next to the cold, sickly-looking guy. ¡°I¡¯m Qin Nan.¡± The man didn¡¯t show any kindness in response, merely giving him a cold glance. The first man, seeing Qin Nan¡¯s choice, chuckled and turned away. Qin Nan was naturally outgoing, and faced with the unknown, he urgently needed information. Even if the man beside him seemed distant, he felt safer than dealing with the sarcastic guy. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± Qin Nan asked, putting on his friendliest smile. ¡°Jian Fan.¡± The other man stared ahead, his tone indifferent, but he answered. Not deterred by his coldness, Qin Nan pressed on. ¡°What¡¯s this Realm of Death?¡± ¡°No one knows what the Realm of Death is. You just need to follow its rules. Survive each death game, accumulate enough points, and return to the real world.¡± ¡°Points?¡± Qin Nan was puzzled. Why didn¡¯t he have any? Was there some sort of discrimination? ¡°You need to pass the first level to trigger the points system.¡± Jian Fan¡¯s tone grew impatient; he clearly wasn¡¯t interested in helping the newbie. Qin Nan nodded, pressing further. ¡°So, what¡¯s the first level?¡± ¡°Shut up.¡± Jian Fan interrupted coldly, shooting him a warning glance before closing his eyes to feign sleep. Feeling a bit frustrated, Qin Nan realized this opening scenario was not in his favor. Still in a fog, he saw that Jian Fan had no intention of answering more questions. Despite the absurdity of it all, he held onto the belief that in a lawful society, how bad could things get? With that thought, he suddenly felt a sense of acceptance wash over him and closed his eyes, attempting to rest. Time passed, and the bus came to a halt. ¡°Get off.¡± Qin Nan opened his eyes at Jian Fan¡¯s voice, noticing the bus doors had swung open. The passengers in front began to exit, and the man who had spoken to him earlier turned to glance back, smirking. ¡°You¡¯re the most optimistic newbie I¡¯ve ever seen. I hope you can keep that attitude.¡± As he spoke, he made a shooting gesture towards Qin Nan, his lips forming a silent ¡°bang.¡± ¡°Who is he?¡± Qin Nan thought poorly of the man. Jian Fan had already moved past him, but paused slightly at the question. ¡°Xia Zeqin. He has the highest points among us.¡± Qin Nan nodded, understanding the implication. The two clearly had a history, and if Xia Zeqin was first, then Jian Fan must be second. What confidence did a low-scoring player have to challenge someone like that? --- *Chapter 2: No One Survives in the Crew (Part 1) **After Getting Off the Bus** Once they got off the bus, the group was gathered in an open area. Qin Nan set aside his playful thoughts with Jian Fan and began to assess the situation around him. He hadn¡¯t paid much attention on the bus, but now that they were outside, the dynamics of the twelve people became clearer. Including himself, there were twelve individuals: nine men and three women. Xia Zeqin and the woman beside him appeared to be a couple, closely connected. Surrounding them were four other men, indicating that these six were familiar with each other. The remaining four seemed to be independent entities, maintaining a certain distance from one another, yet not too far from Xia Zeqin¡¯s group. With that in mind... Qin Nan glanced at the distance between himself and Xia Zeqin. He was standing next to Jian Fan, the farthest from Xia Zeqin, making it seem as if they were isolated from the rest. What kind of grudge could cause this? Qin Nan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. ¡°You guys finally made it! Hurry up, there¡¯s a lot to do!¡± A middle-aged man with a potbelly jogged over from a distance, waving at them. Xia Zeqin was the first to approach him. As he moved, the others followed suit. ¡°Bro, what¡¯s going on?¡± Qin Nan asked. ¡°You can think of him as the NPC who gives out tasks,¡± Jian Fan explained succinctly. As they walked towards the man, Qin Nan took in his surroundings. They seemed to be in a film studio, and it was quite large. Oddly, though, there were no other people in sight except for the middle-aged man. They were led to a film crew. Outside the crew was a sign that Qin Nan¡¯s keen eyesight caught: *Death Crew Filming Base.* Furrowing his brows, Qin Nan felt a mix of surprise and inevitability. ¡°I¡¯m the stage manager here. You can call me Old Wang. If you need anything, just come to me,¡± the man said, glancing at his watch. ¡°Time is tight, so let¡¯s get moving!¡± They were brought to a table where various name tags were laid out, indicating different roles: actor, cinematographer, crew member, etc. Xia Zeqin stepped up first, casually grabbing a name tag. His identity information quickly appeared: *Cinematographer, Xia Zeqin.* Following him, the others began to choose their tags. Qin Nan noticed that Jian Fan selected ¡°actor.¡± After Jian Fan finished, someone led him away to the makeup room. Qin Nan didn¡¯t have time to ask questions before Jian Fan turned and left.Stolen novel; please report. Being the last to choose, only a tag labeled ¡°crew member¡± remained on the table. Unsure of what was happening, Qin Nan took the tag and obediently started moving props, working up a sweat. As nothing unusual occurred for a while, Qin Nan gradually relaxed. He thought back to Xia Zeqin¡¯s earlier behavior on the bus and chuckled to himself¡ªwas he just trying to scare him? What a distasteful prank, he thought. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he scanned the set. Everyone was busy¡ªboth the original crew members and those who had come down from the bus like him. Then he noticed a familiar face: a chubby guy who had been standing near Xia Zeqin earlier. The man had a comical appearance, and Qin Nan couldn¡¯t help but watch him as he, too, had chosen the crew member role. The chubby guy was holding a heavy vase, but surprisingly agile as he moved. Just as Qin Nan began to smile, everything changed in an instant. The chubby guy seemed to trip over something, and as he fell, his head suddenly detached from his body, blood spraying everywhere. From a distance, Qin Nan hadn¡¯t noticed before, but now, stained with blood, he saw a taut wire where the chubby guy had fallen. Drip, drop. Blood dripped from the wire onto the ground. The sound echoed in Qin Nan''s chest, resonating like surround sound in his ears. In a daze, he noticed something round rolling towards his feet. He instinctively looked down. It was the chubby guy¡¯s head, face down, staring right at him. Their eyes met. Qin Nan stumbled back several steps, creating distance from the severed head, unable to suppress a curse. This was just a prank, a mere illusion, he reassured himself. Yet, the words of Xia Zeqin and Jian Fan echoed in his mind. Witnessing the chubby guy¡¯s death forced him to confront a terrifying truth: he had entered a very dangerous place. ¡°This world seems very difficult,¡± Jian Fan had appeared at his side without him noticing. Qin Nan turned to him, gritting his teeth. ¡°What the hell is this place?¡± ¡°Realm of Death,¡± Jian Fan replied, his tone unchanged, as if the chubby guy¡¯s death hadn¡¯t affected him at all. ¡°I don¡¯t care what it¡¯s called; I just want to know how to get out of here.¡± Qin Nan was losing his earlier calm. Jian Fan looked at him, his tone still matter-of-fact. ¡°Clear the levels, accumulate points. There¡¯s no other way.¡± Qin Nan held back a torrent of curses. Jian Fan was his only source of information about the situation, and he couldn¡¯t afford to make an enemy of him. With that thought, he fought to suppress his anger and asked, ¡°How do we clear the levels?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. Each world is different. We have to figure everything out ourselves. This is a game of survival against death, and we must leave before we die. We don¡¯t even know if our deaths will come in the next second.¡± Jian Fan¡¯s last words carried a hint of self-mockery. A heavy stone pressed down on Qin Nan¡¯s chest, making it hard to breathe. ¡°What are you all standing around for? Get the scene cleaned up and prepare for the next shoot!¡± Old Wang shouted, having appeared out of nowhere. Qin Nan was momentarily stunned, while Jian Fan stepped forward to help. Xia Zeqin and the others seemed completely unfazed, moving the chubby guy¡¯s body aside without a change in expression. The blood was quickly cleaned up, making it seem as if it had all been a dream. But the chubby guy was indeed gone. For the rest of the afternoon, Qin Nan felt dazed. The chubby guy¡¯s death had a profound impact on him. Sometimes, he would stop, even when there was nothing in front of him, needing to reach out and feel the air for a long time, ensuring there were no taut wires before daring to move forward. Fortunately, no further incidents occurred. By ten o¡¯clock that night, Qin Nan and the others were permitted to leave. They were taken to a hotel near the set, where they received their room keys at the front desk. Those who knew each other paired up into rooms. As a newcomer without a companion, Qin Nan found that Jian Fan had already taken his key and left. Gritting his teeth, he took his key and returned to his room alone. --- *Chapter 3: No One Survives in the Crew (Part 2) Qin Nan checked into a standard room, number 3907. He examined the entire room. It was no different from an ordinary hotel room, but there was one notable item¡ªon the bedside table lay a script titled *Death Crew*. The script contained a brief synopsis: *Death Crew* tells the story of a film crew that, while shooting a film, faces multiple accidents, with crew members dying one after another, until the filming is completed with no survivors left. A strange thought flickered through Qin Nan''s mind. He continued flipping through the script. The script was disorganized, arranged by shooting scenes. The first scene was set in the hotel where the crew members were staying, clearly stating¡ªRoom 3909. Next door to him. At the sight of this number, Qin Nan''s pupils instinctively constricted. Just a coincidence, he thought. His gaze returned to the script. In the first scene, a crew member dies in bed, the cause being an explosion of the ceiling lamp. While sleeping, the lamp shatters and cuts into the carotid artery, resulting in massive blood loss and death. As a well-known figure on social media, primarily known for critiquing films and dramas, Qin Nan''s long-standing habit prompted him to instinctively seek flaws in this death method. What a terrible script. He chuckled, tossing the script back onto the bedside table. However, this terrible script pulled his thoughts away from the chubby guy''s death, allowing him to take a deep breath, as if the heavy weight on his heart had lightened considerably. Today¡¯s experiences had left Qin Nan mentally exhausted. After a quick hot shower, he lay down on the bed, and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep. He slept soundly through the night until dawn. Qin Nan was jolted awake by a scream from next door. Rubbing his hair, he opened the door and went next door. ¡°What¡¯s all the noise this early?¡± Qin Nan''s tone was not pleasant. No one answered him; the room was eerily quiet. Slowly realizing something was off, Qin Nan blinked his still-drowsy eyes and focused on the bed in the room. Room 3909 was also a standard room, and like his, it housed a single occupant.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. That person was now lying on the bed, lifeless. The white sheets beneath him were stained red, blood spreading out beneath him in a shocking manner. Qin Nan froze for a moment, a few lines flashing through his mind. He instinctively looked up at the ceiling. The lampshade was destroyed, and he could see some cracks remaining at the edges. ¡°What happened?¡± Qin Nan finally found his voice, asking in a hoarse tone. Xia Zeqin stood not far from the bed. Upon hearing Qin Nan''s question, he turned to look: ¡°We came to call him for breakfast and found the door open. When we came in, it was like this.¡± Qin Nan¡¯s gaze returned to the bed and then slowly shifted to the floor. There were shards of broken lampshade glass scattered on the ground. Qin Nan instinctively clenched his fists. ¡°I¡­¡± Just as the words left his mouth, he noticed Xia Zeqin''s expression. He was looking at the corpse on the bed with a strange smile. In that moment, Qin Nan felt a chill run through him. Whether it was the chubby guy who died yesterday or the person lying lifeless on the bed now, both were associated with Xia Zeqin. His attitude towards their deaths was unsettling; he was not a good partner. Qin Nan chose to remain silent. ¡°Everyone disperse,¡± Xia Zeqin said, casually wrapping his arm around the waist of the woman beside him and leading her away. His departure prompted the others to start moving as well. Perhaps they were still fearful of death, but it seemed they had begun to grow accustomed to it. Among the twelve people, Qin Nan realized he was likely the only newcomer, which was not a good sign for him. ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± Jian Fan patted his shoulder. ¡°You¡¯ll get used to it soon.¡± His tone was as usual, but his gesture felt like a warm light in the freezing cold. Qin Nan turned to look at Jian Fan, who had already started walking away, and suddenly had an idea. ¡°I need to talk to you,¡± Qin Nan said. Jian Fan paused and turned back. He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. Without further explanation, Qin Nan stepped outside. However, as he left the room, he glanced back. The layout of the hotel¡¯s standard rooms was identical, just like his own. Except for an extra camera in the corner. Qin Nan quickly averted his gaze. Jian Fan followed him into his room. ¡°What do you want to say?¡± Jian Fan asked first. Qin Nan didn¡¯t answer. He walked to the bedside table, picked up the script, and handed it to Jian Fan. ¡°Have you read the script in the room?¡± Jian Fan nodded. ¡°The first scene predicts death.¡± His expression was calm. ¡°Everyone here is an experienced player; nothing in the room could be overlooked.¡± Qin Nan pressed his tongue against his cheek. ¡°So you all knew, but no one said anything.¡± This realization complicated his feelings even more. Jian Fan chuckled softly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. ¡°No one can guarantee that what you think are allies won¡¯t stab you in the back.¡± Qin Nan fell silent. ¡°Is there anything else?¡± Jian Fan asked. ¡°You really didn¡¯t have to tell me all this,¡± Qin Nan replied. Jian Fan smirked. ¡°So?¡± ¡°You need a partner,¡± Qin Nan stated bluntly. ¡°You extended an olive branch to me; I can give you an answer now.¡± Jian Fan laughed. ¡°Really?¡± ¡°All you need to consider is whether you want to accept me as your partner,¡± Qin Nan said. Jian Fan did not answer immediately. Instead, he began explaining the situation of the Realm of Death: ¡°Every time the Realm of Death opens, there will be twelve players in a storyline world. Once a player dies, when the next world opens, new members will automatically be matched to fill the numbers. They could be experienced players from other worlds or newcomers like you. Surviving one world grants you five hundred base points. Players who break the world will earn extra points based on the number of survivors at the end. For each additional survivor, you gain an extra hundred points. Accumulate ten thousand points, and you can return to the real world. However, often, one world can consume the points you¡¯ve gathered over several worlds.¡± The rules were straightforward, but that didn¡¯t mean the task would be easy. *Chapter 4: No One Survives in the Crew (Part 3) Qin Nan furrowed his brow and asked, ¡°How many points do you have now?¡± ¡°2200. I¡¯ve been through seven worlds. The one with the highest points among us is Xia Zeqin; he probably has close to 6000 points, but I don¡¯t know how he used them,¡± Jian Fan replied without hesitation. Accumulating points was slow, but spending them was fast. Ten thousand points seemed like a lot, but gathering them was challenging. Qin Nan quickly processed this information. ¡°So I¡¯m the only new player this time?¡± Jian Fan nodded. ¡°Xia Zeqin and I were the earliest players in the same world. Many died in between, and new players joined later. The people around him, including the two who died, are from later worlds. The other four were matched to this world; they haven¡¯t revealed their information, but I suspect they were together in their last world.¡± So besides Jian Fan, who seemed to have a grudge against Xia Zeqin and chose to go solo, everyone else had formed groups, and now there was a newcomer like him. Even so, Jian Fan was still his most suitable choice; having a reliable teammate was essential. ¡°Only after clearing a level can the point system be triggered. This is quite unfriendly to new players; there must be other settings, right?¡± Qin Nan said with certainty. Hearing this, Jian Fan laughed. ¡°You¡¯re clever.¡± He extended his hand. ¡°Welcome to be my partner.¡± Qin Nan reached out and lightly grasped Jian Fan¡¯s fingertips. After Jian Fan withdrew his hand, his expression quickly turned serious. ¡°New players don¡¯t have a point system, but they receive some crucial information before entering the world. The clues are likely hidden in that information.¡± Jian Fan¡¯s words made Qin Nan¡¯s expression shift. Could the gruesome body he saw falling from a height be an important clue? Or was it his death forecast? Qin Nan¡¯s face turned strange as he recounted everything from the moment he received the private message to Jian Fan. ¡°Not likely,¡± Jian Fan denied his guess. ¡°The game doesn¡¯t explicitly set the methods or order of player deaths. You might die, but the method of death and the order will depend on your choices.¡± He glanced at the script in his hand. At that moment, a connection clicked in Qin Nan¡¯s mind. ¡°If today¡¯s death has a forecast, then what about yesterday¡¯s on set? If what I saw is also one of the death forecasts¡­¡± The answer lay within that script. As long as they didn¡¯t trigger the death settings, they could at least survive longer, buying themselves some time. Thus, the death forecasts in the script became crucial clues. The timeline in the script was jumbled, with scenes shot together. Their task was to finish reading the script and restore the original timeline of the story.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. Though it took some time, it wasn¡¯t particularly difficult. Jian Fan returned to his room to grab the script, and the two began to flip through it, dividing the sections for a collaborative effort. In this world, they needed to act according to the rules, meaning they would soon have to return to the set, with limited time left. A film script was not small; they decided to first focus on the earlier parts, gathering as much as they could. Following the script¡¯s timeline, the story began on set. Everyone was busy preparing for the upcoming shoot. Suddenly, a mishap occurred: an employee tripped while carrying a vase and, as he fell, his neck got caught on a wire, causing his head to be severed by the force of the fall. The accident threw the crew into chaos. They called the police and dealt with the incident. By evening, everyone returned to the hotel, exhausted, and went back to their respective rooms. Then came the scene Qin Nan first read in the script: Room 3909, where the lampshade exploded, severing an artery and causing death from blood loss. Another accident cast a shadow over the crew, but filming still had to continue. Qin Nan quickly skipped over the mundane dialogues and found the third death. The next incident occurred on set. The third victim died suddenly from a heart attack, gasping for breath in mere seconds. This should foreshadow the next death, indicating that someone else would die today. Qin Nan wanted to continue flipping through the script, but a knock at the door interrupted him, followed by the voice of the stage manager, Old Wang: ¡°Stop dawdling; it¡¯s time to change scenes.¡± Qin Nan looked at Jian Fan. ¡°Let¡¯s go for now. In the Realm of Death, the methods of dying are completely unpredictable. I¡¯ve encountered players who were directly eliminated for not following NPC instructions. Until we understand the rules, it¡¯s best to follow their directions,¡± Jian Fan advised. Upon hearing this, Qin Nan felt all his thoughts dissipate, obediently leaving the hotel with Jian Fan. On their way to the set, Qin Nan remained at the back with Jian Fan. ¡°What do you think triggered the heart attack?¡± Qin Nan asked. Jian Fan glanced at him and replied, ¡°The first victim was carrying a vase, the second was in Room 3909, and the third¡­¡± He paused, then asked Qin Nan, ¡°Do you remember what the third victim was doing when he had the heart attack?¡± Qin Nan had a good memory, especially for crucial details. ¡°He was moving props,¡± Qin Nan quickly answered. ¡°Moving props is a stagehand¡¯s job. Excluding the chubby guy who died yesterday, there are three of us left. Only one of us died, so the trigger for death shouldn¡¯t be that action.¡± At this point, Qin Nan felt a bit anxious. If the role was based on yesterday¡¯s choices, then the third victim would be among the three stagehands, which was definitely not good news for him. Right now, he could only hope that today¡¯s role selection would change. Jian Fan didn¡¯t deny it. ¡°There¡¯s one more thing: the cause of death.¡± The third victim died from a heart attack. What could be associated with a heart attack? Qin Nan couldn¡¯t think of anything, and at that moment, they had already arrived at the filming location. The role selection remained the same. Qin Nan cursed inwardly. At the beginning, before any death forecasts, the choices were purely based on luck. From the moment he got off the bus, the game had begun, and every choice would have significant consequences. Clearly, his luck wasn¡¯t very good. ¡°Take care.¡± This was the only kindness Jian Fan could offer at the moment. After saying this, he headed to the makeup room. For now, he was safe, and he didn¡¯t seem too concerned about Qin Nan¡¯s life or death. The crew quickly got into motion. Stagehands essentially did a variety of tasks, not just moving props. All Qin Nan could do was avoid as much prop-moving as possible. Currently, there were three stagehands, including him. The other two were men who weren¡¯t part of Xia Zeqin¡¯s small team; they were other players. They were both experienced players, and Qin Nan noticed that they were also trying to avoid prop-moving tasks. However, setting up the scene was an essential part of filming. *Chapter 5: No One Survives in the Crew (Part 4) "You three, come over and move these things," Old Wang reappeared, directing them to work. Qin Nan¡¯s face turned pale. This wasn¡¯t just moving props; it was practically a death sentence! The expressions of the other two players were equally grim, and none of them moved. Seeing this, Old Wang frowned, his tone turning harsh. ¡°What are you dawdling for? Do you want to die?¡± The word "die" struck a chord with Qin Nan. Jian Fan had warned him that not following NPC instructions could lead to immediate elimination. Moving props could lead to death, and not moving could also lead to death. It was a fifty-fifty choice, and given his lack of information, survival was a gamble. Qin Nan glanced at the other two players. Their mental state wasn¡¯t much better than his, but they didn¡¯t have much time to waste. If they stood idle for too long, they would be assumed to be rejecting the NPC¡¯s orders, which could also lead to elimination. The taller of the two made a decision first. He gritted his teeth and stepped aside to start moving props. Once he moved, the other player followed suit. Qin Nan decided to join in, reasoning that if all three of them were moving props, he still had a two-thirds chance of surviving. Seeing them start to work, Old Wang smiled in satisfaction and turned to leave. Time continued to tick away. Qin Nan¡¯s mind raced as he pondered the clues related to the heart attack. While he tried to think of the answer, he also had to pay attention to every detail while moving props, avoiding any actions that could trigger the death setting. Fortunately, death seemed to have temporarily spared him. At that moment, Jian Fan was in the dressing room, facing a row of costumes. He needed to choose one, just like the other two players. As an experienced player, he understood the game rules better. When choices needed to be made, it often meant he was getting closer to death. He had told Qin Nan that this world was challenging, and that was the truth. According to the game rules, only triggering the death setting would lead to elimination. In simpler worlds, they could avoid death if they were careful, but this world was different. The script provided death forecasts, meaning they had to follow the script¡¯s timeline and methods of death, one by one. All they could do was try to survive, becoming the last few players to die before the time of their demise arrived. The game¡¯s design also meant they could never form a complete team. They needed to work together to find a way out, but at the same time, they were also each other¡¯s enemies. To survive, someone else had to die.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. Death hung over them like a sword, always threatening to fall, and they had to be wary of other players stabbing them in the back. With no information, it was a choice entirely based on luck. Jian Fan smirked slightly, picked a costume, and then turned to enter the changing room. Qin Nan continued moving props. He felt anxious; the third victim hadn¡¯t appeared yet, and the metaphorical sword hanging over him constantly tormented his nerves. He didn¡¯t even have a partner to communicate with. Then, the situation changed in an instant. Just as Qin Nan put down a prop and turned around, he suddenly heard a thud. The first player to make a choice had just lifted a prop box when he suddenly turned pale and collapsed backward, dropping the box. The box fell open, spilling its contents everywhere. Inside were various decorative items, and Qin Nan¡¯s gaze instinctively fell on the fallen props. When he saw them, he froze, suddenly understanding what the heart attack was linked to. Among the spilled items was a heart-shaped lamp. Seeing this, Qin Nan couldn¡¯t help but curse. This was all a matter of luck¡ªwho would check the contents of a prop box before moving it? How could anyone possibly identify that this heart-shaped lamp would be the key to triggering death? It was utterly chaotic! Qin Nan seethed with frustration but had no outlet. This was the rule; he had no choice but to comply. Old Wang reappeared, instructing everyone to clean up the scene. Qin Nan didn¡¯t move. He even thought in a moment of despair that being eliminated might be better; dying would be a relief. Surviving meant constantly living in fear, and at this rate, if the game didn¡¯t eliminate him, he would go insane. This thought grew stronger in his mind. Qin Nan didn¡¯t help clean up; instead, he walked to the break area, sat down, and resigned himself to fate. Other players and NPCs busied themselves with the cleanup. The scene was quickly tidied up. ¡°Units, prepare!¡± a voice rang out on set. Qin Nan¡¯s gaze followed the sound to the director. The director was focused on the monitor, holding a walkie-talkie. Qin Nan¡¯s eyes moved to the side. A cameraman was setting up a camera, and Qin Nan followed the direction the camera was pointing. After changing, Jian Fan was called aside by an NPC. When the third victim appeared, he was already suspended on a wire at the NPC¡¯s request. The sight of the wire reminded Jian Fan of Qin Nan¡¯s earlier mention of a high-altitude fall. This was another death forecast, and unfortunately, it seemed he was the next victim. Even so, Jian Fan remained calm. The closer he got to death, the calmer he became, and his mind became more active. All the information about this world flashed rapidly in his mind, and he missed no details, especially focusing on what Qin Nan had seen and heard before crossing over. What important information was hidden behind those things he had seen? Not only Jian Fan thought about the death forecast; when Qin Nan saw Jian Fan being hoisted high on the wire, he suddenly jumped up from his chair. He realized that the high-altitude fall was likely Jian Fan¡¯s method of death. Qin Nan had just begun to feel at ease, thinking that the third victim had already appeared. But now, he faced the fourth victim, someone who had recently become his partner. He couldn¡¯t remain calm. What could he do to prevent Jian Fan¡¯s death? Once Jian Fan died, he would be left to fend for himself, and he would likely be the next to die. Qin Nan could no longer sit idly by. No one could replace Jian Fan; the only solution was to find a way to break the cycle. Qin Nan¡¯s gaze quickly scanned the surroundings, searching for key clues. As they prepared for filming, the players and NPCs exited the shooting area. The director was intently watching the monitor, and the filming equipment was all focused on Jian Fan. Everything seemed perfectly normal. What to do? Qin Nan¡¯s mind raced. Jian Fan had said that new players would receive an important hint. Was that hint just the method of death from a high-altitude fall? This had to be written in the script, so it couldn¡¯t be considered an important hint. What was the significant hint he had received? Film, death crew, shooting, script¡­ Suddenly, Qin Nan¡¯s eyes lit up. The script wasn¡¯t a death forecast; it was simply a script! From the very beginning, the answer had been clear: this was the filming base of "Death Crew."