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The booming phenomenon of Nightmare Park attracted more and more tourists.

As a result, the tourism industry of the Mande Region reaped tremendous benefits, basking in economic prosperity.

Half a month later.

Nightmare Park, White Yabo walked through this recently internet-famous and must-visit terrifying ghost house.

White Yabo, from the Beautiful Country, was an employee of the Microsoft Company in Asia-Pacific, and at the same time, he was a CIA intelligence collector.

Apart from collecting intelligence through various espionage methods, CIA agents are also placed within many foreign companies, maintaining a legitimate identity to better conceal their intelligence gathering activities.

“This place is really huge!”

White Yabo looked at Nightmare Park, this terror-themed ghost house that already occupied hundreds of acres, with thousands more awaiting development. If it were all built up, it would be an incredibly spectacular sight, to the point where even Disney’s theme parks would pale in comparison.

After passing the security check, White successfully entered the park.

The dense flow of people inside gave him a small shock; it was hard to imagine seeing this in a poor and weak country.

“Ha-ha, Jamie, Lune, Vermo, Dudley, let’s compete and see who can win the challenge medal.”

“Levinya says she likes brave men; I must succeed in the challenges and show her my courage.”

“I want to record my adventurous pose to show my friends back home what a real man looks like.”

Among these tourists, White saw many blond and blue-eyed tourists from Europe and America, loudly taking pictures and videos.

Compared to East Asia, people from Europe and America were more enthusiastic about all kinds of extreme sports, which explained why such sports were so popular there; the emergence of the Nightmare Ghost House perfectly satisfied these people’s competitive desires.

“I hope this mission goes smoothly.”

White followed the tourists around the park, but in truth, he was observing secretly, often deliberately wandering to more secluded areas with a small device, scanning around away from the cameras.

This time at Nightmare Park, White had two missions.

One was assigned by the CIA, which required him to come here and do some scouting.

To see if the Jieke Group, under the guise of building Nightmare Park, was secretly constructing any military facilities.

The other task was a requirement from Microsoft, asking him to go to the Nightmare Ghost House and experience the 3D glasses inside to see if they were as miraculous as others claimed.

These 3D glasses had been hyped on the internet to an incredible extent, allegedly boasting ultra-realistic real-time AI simulation, which intrigued all the tech giants.

Especially since Microsoft’s recent introduction of the HL2 smart glasses had just hit the market. This product, featuring mixed augmented reality, allows users to click, swipe, and drag by waving their arms and fingers while wearing the smart glasses, using the same principle as a smartphone. It’s claimed to be able to replace smartphones in the future and become a personal information terminal for humanity.

Yet, no sooner had Microsoft’s HL2 smart glasses been launched than the overwhelming promotion of Nightmare Park began, with continuous praise for the 3D smart glasses in the ghost house.

Thus, White was also arranged to come over to verify their authenticity.

After some inspection, White found no traces of military facilities here.

“Are the people up top nuts, who would put a military base in a place with so much foot traffic, do they want to leak more secrets or what?”

White muttered to himself, yet he didn’t consider that if Fierce Ghosts were deemed a biological weapon, then Nightmare Park really could count as a military base.

While pondering, White walked over to the square of Nightmare Park, wanting to buy a cup of coffee but got distracted by the bustling noise.

“Does anyone want to team up for Resentful Spirit Mansion? We need someone who runs fast; screamers who frighten themselves and others need not apply.”

“Soul Desire House, Soul Desire House Ghost House challenge recruitment over here; if you have enough courage, come and join us at Lanyao Studio.”

“Over at Dark Castle, we’ve got veterans guiding the way. Our leader has been through five Ordinary Level Ghost Houses and one Hard Level Ghost House challenge. In the spirit of cooperative success, we are now selecting suitable partners to take on the challenges.”

“Lamenting Wilderness, due to challenge requirements, we need a person under 1.6 meters tall, male preferred. If you meet the criteria, come and sign up. We’re offering a reward of 500 Hua Yuan, and you must obey instructions inside the Ghost House.”

“Death Maze, are there any experts out there wanting to take on the Death Maze challenge? I have a lot of experience with this level, 300 Hua Yuan per attempt, and I can accompany experienced challengers as a team.”

White curiously looked over and saw groups of men and women holding signs with the names of ghost houses on them, recruiting team members as if they were gearing up for a gaming raid.

“I never realized people actually treated this as a business!”

White was inwardly astounded; he had only heard about it on the internet.

To earn the challenge bonuses offered by Jieke Group, many people formed teams spontaneously, venturing into the ghost houses to take on the challenges.

Though the success rate was low and each visit to a ghost house was different, unlike games where past experience could be followed, yet there were still many who were drawn to the challenge.

This was largely due to the enticing rewards offered by Jieke Company—the Ordinary Level Ghost House offered a reward of ten thousand in prize money, equivalent to an ordinary person’s annual salary.

As for the Hard Level, a successful challenge could yield a reward of fifty thousand US dollars, and so far only three people had succeeded.

No one had yet succeeded in the Nightmare Level challenges since the park’s opening half a month ago; no one had claimed the prize of a hundred thousand US dollars.

Because of these high rewards, professional challenge teams had emerged in Nightmare Park.

The prize money also drew more tourists, each hoping to be the lucky one.

Many people are blindly confident about themselves, some even plan how they’ll spend their lottery winnings before they’ve won a single dime.

Walking out of the plaza, White chose a haunted house named Blood Castle. After half an hour of queuing, he successfully followed a group of tourists, put on 3D glasses, and entered.

“Is this environment real, or is it rendered by the 3D glasses?”

As soon as White entered the haunted house, he was immediately shocked.

The castle was quite large, featuring the style of a European castle, with tiny windows through which only a few beams of light could penetrate, casting shadows on the decrepit furniture.

The interior of the castle was dilapidated, the walls mottled, and the furniture so old and musty it seemed like it might collapse at any moment.

In various corners, there were piles of miscellaneous objects, old-fashioned oil lamps hung on the walls, as well as some ancient paintings.

Most of the portraits had faded, and the blurred faces in the paintings seemed to twist slightly under the oil lamp’s glow, as if they were staring at the visitors, exuding a sinister light.

“Amazing, the setup of this environment is just terrific.”

“Just like what’s said online, the atmosphere is explosive.”@@novelbin@@

“If I bump into a ghost later, watch how I’ll play tricks on it.”

Next to White, one tourist after another exclaimed as if they had never seen anything like this before.

“Woo woo!”

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed, and the windows rattled, the room was filled with the sound of men and women talking, bickering, and crying, but when one approached the source of the sounds, they discovered there was no one there, just paintings hanging on the walls.

A chill rose up the tourists’ spines, and the more faint-hearted started hugging their arms and shivering.

White was shocked. Having earned his place at Microsoft through genuine talent and ability, he knew the value of what he was witnessing.

If it were indeed a real-time computation by the 3D glasses, with glasses simulating a quasi-real visual experience, coupled with real-time sound effects transmitted through bone conduction, then Jieke Company, the master of such technology, undoubtedly possessed a technological capability that surpassed Microsoft’s smart glasses.

Such super-realistic AI computation could easily generate a trillion-dollar market.

Bang!

Suddenly, the carefully advancing group let out a collective scream of panic.

They had arrived at a place resembling a slaughterhouse, with the pungent smell of blood hitting their nostrils.

Before their eyes, a fat butcher, large and robust, holding a huge cleaver, was chopping human bodies on a cutting board — he was dismembering them.

In the kitchen’s large pot, a bubbling, boiling soup containing fingers and hair occasionally surfacing, stirred the senses.

Several dogs as large as calves prowled under the table, licking up the scraps of flesh and splinters of bone that had fallen on the floor.

Above, on the ceiling, bodies stripped bare were hung upside down by hooks, like fattened pigs ready for slaughter, which caused onlookers to break out in a cold sweat and their complexions to change drastically.

“Living people, food.”

The green-eyed fat butcher, holding the cleaver, approached with a sinister laugh while the fierce dogs, baring their teeth, rushed toward them with wild barks.

A number of tourist players were petrified with fear; some screamed, some wet their pants, and others turned and ran.

And as the ferocious dogs pounced, the panic reached its zenith.

Many tourists, who had earlier confidently boasted about completing the challenge, were now trembling, like lambs awaiting slaughter, with their vulnerability and fear laid bare for all to see.

White saw the black youth who had previously been boasting about toying with fierce ghosts, caught by the fat butcher and hoisted one-handed, a large hook piercing through his shoulder blade and suspending him mid-air, leaving him to struggle, beg and cry for mercy.

“This is fake, this has to be fake,” White assured himself internally, but seeing the tourists being pulled down and incessantly screaming in pain from the dogs’ bites, his heart convulsed violently, and his psychological defenses were eroded, as he began to step backward.

No matter how much his mind told him it was not real, his body was desperately honest; people believe what they see, and his eyes were convincing him that everything was indeed real.

“I have to escape. I need to get out of here, fuck, this doesn’t look fake at all!”

Fear continued to grow within him, and between the choice of fleeing or staying, White ultimately decided that it was better to run.

But his hesitation had cost him; it was now too late to run.

The fat butcher, wearing an apron soaked with foul-smelling fresh blood, wielded a shiny, massive cleaver and swung it down towards White’s head.

He must dodge!

Utilizing his hands and feet, tapping into all his strength, White narrowly avoided the cleaver, his skills from the CIA training hadn’t left him.

Phew!

But before White could even catch his breath, the butcher’s large hand seized his throat with a grip like a vise, and the cleaver plunged towards his head.

White’s face went pale as if drained of all blood, and his eyes, wide with terror, filled with horror.

In the next moment, everything went black before White’s eyes.

“Fuck, this is for real!”

Right before losing consciousness, this last thought flashed through White’s mind, and then he knew nothing more.