I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

"Hey kid, is your hand itching?"

"Or are you provoking me, thinking I have a good temper?"

Mr. Mu stood in front of Qin Nuo, like a towering mountain, his shadow completely enveloping Qin Nuo's small frame.

His condescending gaze was filled with malice.

The other players looked at him, shaking their heads inwardly.

This kid is done for!

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Qin Nuo's forehead. He slightly raised his head and said, "It's just a habitual action."

"A habit, huh? Let me help you change it, so you won't have these little habits anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, that large hand reached out directly.

Qin Nuo's expression darkened, unsure of what to do, as resisting or not resisting both seemed like bad outcomes for him!

The large hand grabbed Qin Nuo's arm, and immediately, veins like old tree roots writhed beneath the skin.

The players seemed to already see the scene of Qin Nuo's arm being torn apart, blood splattering everywhere.

However, in reality, that tree trunk-like arm lifted forcefully, but Qin Nuo's arm wasn't torn, nor did it even lift his heels off the ground.

"Hmm?"

Mr. Mu's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but then he sneered, "Interesting."

The five fingers on Qin Nuo's shoulder suddenly exerted force, and a terrifying ghost power surged onto his shoulder again.

At that moment, black veins also spread across the surface of Qin Nuo's right arm, like living creatures.

Mr. Mu exerted force again, but still couldn't tear off that thin arm that was like a bamboo pole.

Mr. Mu's face twitched, his eyes filled with both shame and disbelief.

He clearly felt a more terrifying force resisting him.

Even though the ground beneath his feet had cracked and sunk, and he had used all his strength, he still couldn't tear the skin on that shoulder.

After a moment of stiffness.

Mr. Mu suddenly withdrew his hand, his face looking ugly, filled with more shame and anger.

The other students were all puzzled.

The players were even more bewildered.

What's going on?

Seeing his expression, Qin Nuo gave him a way out, "Mr. Mu is really kind, knowing my joints aren't good, he even gave me a massage to help me stretch."

"Thank you, Mr. Mu, I feel much better now!"

Mr. Mu was stunned for a moment, coughed lightly, and said, "Your physique is not bad, but you need to pay more attention to exercise in the future. Your joints are a bit rusty."

After speaking, he turned and continued to scold the other students, "What are you looking at? Are you all deaf?"

The students quickly averted their gaze.

Everyone actually believed it, filled with disbelief.

The players were even more perplexed, "Did this guy pull some strings?"

"Special treatment? Or some protection mechanism?"

The strange black veins on his right arm gradually disappeared.

The Blood-Eyed Ghost spoke disdainfully, "You think you can take me down?"

"If I weren't worried about exposing my identity, I would have crushed his head already."

Qin Nuo: "You're awesome, Blood Bro."

Later, a few more students underwent Mr. Mu's "correction," and the ten-minute nightmare finally ended.

Mr. Mu looked at the clock and said in a deep voice, "Next is free time. When the bell rings, you don't need to gather, just leave!"

After speaking, he left with heavy steps.

Qin Nuo watched his departing figure and muttered to himself, "It seems he probably has two personalities."

"I just don't know which one is the main personality and which one is the derivative."

"No wonder those students were as uneasy and nervous as they were at first. They didn't know which personality Mr. Mu was."

"This school actually hired a dual-personality patient as a teacher. It's bizarre and should be sent to Saint Yasi Asylum, where no one is normal..."

During free time, the students were like cats let out of a cage, excitedly running around.

Basketball, badminton, table tennis, there were plenty of ball games, as well as childhood games like hopscotch, stone throwing, and jump rope.

Of course, Qin Nuo wasn't interested in these. To avoid being entangled by classmates like Huang Xia, he left the field early.

Free time at school was a rare opportunity, precious for players.

The main quest of the instance was to find the mischievous principal, which required investigation within the school.

It seemed like a simple task, but as a main quest, it couldn't be that easy.

Although the main reason for entering the instance now was the sentence on the phone, the reward was secondary.

But Qin Nuo wasn't sure if the main quest would be helpful to him.

Perhaps getting the MVP of the instance, the so-called clue, would be more helpful to him?

The Black Crow Ghost School wasn't large, with only four buildings and a field: two teaching buildings, one faculty building, and one comprehensive building. From the school gate, everything was in view.

The school was evidently an old one, several decades old, with no signs of renovation or funding, and all the equipment was outdated.

A statue in the center of the campus, resembling Confucius, had long been weathered beyond recognition, with many parts damaged and covered in mottled marks. The book it originally held had been replaced with a broom by mischievous students.

"The instance introduction mentioned that the principal of Black Crow Ghost School also likes to play roles. Does this mean he has the ability to play any role at will?"

"If that's true, then what's the point for players? Unless the principal is foolish enough to reveal himself, it's impossible to find him."

"But providing clues is another matter."

"I just don't know if this instance has task instances or if it's purely judged by the degree of role-playing to determine the score after the instance ends."

"The freedom of the horror game is too high, it's hard to say." But so far, Qin Nuo hadn't triggered any task instances.

The main quest was a problem, and the situation at home was even more so.

As Liao Chen said, Li Xiaoming's home was full of landmines.

Getting stuck with the role of Li Xiaoming was truly unfortunate, with a twisted mind and a bizarre family, completely unrelated to a normal student family.

Where did Liao Chen, that unlucky guy, get his information?

Maybe I should take advantage of this time to buy some fruit and visit him at the infirmary?

Qin Nuo thought as he walked.

When he looked up, he couldn't help but be stunned. He had unknowingly walked to the corridor of the comprehensive building.

The sign on the room not far away read "Infirmary."

"Tsk, it seems like fate. As a good classmate, there's no harm in a friendly visit."

Qin Nuo muttered and walked towards the infirmary.

But just as he took two steps, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind...

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