Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

It was as if someone was strangling his throat, gradually bringing about a strong sense of suffocation. The turbid darkness turned into an entity, surging like a tide, constricting his mouth and nose, dragging him into an endless abyss —

“Didi didi.” 

Mo Yi abruptly opened his eyes, his back was wet with sweat, and his chest was rising and falling as he gasped for breath.

There was an endless chill all over his body, licking his skin as if it were alive, eating away at his body temperature.

Mo Yi’s brain was a little blank. He was stunned for several seconds before he regained his consciousness. He stretched out his hand and fumbled around slowly, pressing the button on the alarm clock at the head of the bed.

The ear piercing and sharp alarm finally disappeared, restoring the dead silence in the room. 

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the electronic clock on the beside table.

The time and date were displayed on the square screen, the green light flashing in the dark room.

Mo Yi’s gaze stayed on it for a moment, and then he looked away slightly.

— May 9, today was the day he would enter the escape game for the second time.

In these seven days, Jiang Yuanrou shared with him the information and rules she knew about the game, and with much enthusiasm, rushed to ask him to exercise. Unfortunately, the seven days were too short after all, and his physique didn’t happen to change much.

We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.

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Mo Yi reflexively blinked. After adapting to the sudden bright light, he stepped inside. He turned on the tap, cupped the icy water, and absentmindedly washed his face.

Mo Yi woke up, becoming completely clear headed by the cold.

He raised his head, and his eyes stopped on his own blurred face in the mirror. 

Mo Yi was stunned. He hesitantly stretched out his right hand and lightly wiped it on the mirror’s surface — clear finger marks appeared on the blurred mirror’s surface, leaving a wet and cold sensation on his fingers, as if they were still on the mirror.

Mist.

Mo Yi gazed at his reflection on the small clean mirror.

His face was dripping wet, and his pale skin was stimulated by the cold water, with a slightly sickly flush. The remaining water on his damp black eyelashes turned into strands and drops of water fell down the curvature of his cheeks, dripping onto his collarbone and neck, bitingly cold. 

He stared at himself in the mirror with a gloomy expression.

It wasn’t too hot here in early May, and he didn’t have the habit of turning on the air conditioner and humidifier, let alone getting up in the middle of the night to turn on the hot water …

How could mist appear on the mirror?

The unclear foreboding in his heart became more and more abundant, increasing the chaotic mess in Mo Yi’s head, and prickles of uneasiness spread down his back. 

He remembered that in the last game, he drank the “human’s” blood. Could it be sequela?

Before, during his conversation with Jiang Yuanrou, he had alluded to it, asking relevant questions, but it was obvious that she didn’t know anything about it.

In her opinion, the mist in the copy that appeared was responsible for surrounding the game’s space, concealed, devouring those who tried to leave, fleeing with their lives, from the escape game.

And Jiang Yuanbai’s and Mo Yi’s experience last time in the copy was unheard of by Jiang Yuanrou. This was the first time she heard that the strange mist could actively move, confuse, and even attack players. 

And the fact that the nameless mist could condense into human form, it seems … only Mo Yi knew.

Mo Yi pulled down the towel hanging on the side of the mirror and wiped his face. When he looked up again, the mist on the mirror had disappeared completely, as if what he had just seen was an illusion.

Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds. He took a deep look at the undisturbed and smooth surface of the mirror, and then looked away like he didn’t care.

Even if his guess about the mist was correct, there was nothing he could do now. All he could do was to confront the soldiers with generals and stem water with earth. 

— What’s more, he had a lot of things he needed to do today.

After he turned around, the screen of his cell phone, which was conveniently placed on the wash basin, lit up, displaying a new message from Jiang Yuanrou.

However, it was strange that even though no one was operating it, the cell phone screen flickered by itself: “Message sent.”

Next, another dialogue box popped up: “Delete message record?” 

— “Yes.”

— “Record deleted.”

On the gradually dimming cell phone screen, a misty finger mark slowly dissipated and then disappeared without a trace … as if it had never appeared.

Translator’s Note: New game arc starts next chapter! It’s a lot longer than the school campus game arc. And spoiler: ML appears in chapter 21.