Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

They thought they would get a little more time or even a few hours to enjoy their victory. But reality was sometimes so cruel.

They also knew that after making so much noise earlier, they couldn\'t continue arguing or reject the mission. 

Alas… 

They resigned themselves to their fates, wanting to know what the mission was about.

All in all, it\'s better to gain more experience so they can survive longer in this hell dump. 

Thinking like so, they pretended not to see the gloating expressions from Jason\'s team. 

Bassaso inwardly chuckled, seeing as there was finally peace in the mansion. 

He did a good job of making both sides feel as though they were victorious. 

It was true that when a new team arrived, they would be forced to go on missions independently. But it wasn\'t immediate. 

Typically, the entire human community gave them 10 days to prepare and rid themselves of fantasy dreams about being rescued by people in their former world. 

There was no one coming for them. So the faster you wake up, the greater their survival rate. 

In the past, some people locked themselves in one tiny corner of the mansion, only ever stepping out to eat or ease themselves.

They did so for 7 whole days, crying their eyes out and screaming hysterically. 

There were times when others tried to take their own lives while in here. But that didn\'t work out.

 After they died, everyone saw their souls float out and get swallowed by several beasts. So taking one\'s life was not an option. 

This was their reality that took days for many to get through the many stages of grief and loss. 

Only by accepting things can they move forward. And that was why they gave 10 days of acceptance for all newbies. 

So you see... Even though Rudolf\'s team won the argument and got what they wanted, they, on the other hand, were starting their missions 2 and a half days after their arrival. 

Whether they had truly accepted their fate or not, this mission would show it. 

Jason\'s group obviously knew this, hence the reason for their glaring. 

Some petty people even hoped that the group would be so scared that they would better the belly of a beast.

"Hahahahaha~... Well now, isn\'t this what you wanted? Come on... We will be waiting to see how you fair."

Bahahhahahahaha~ 

Jason\'s group left with playful expressions, leaving the hall and heading to their wing. Vladimir\'s team respectfully told them good luck before heading for another mission.

There was a rule that no matter how many missions must be completed, one team must stay back in the mansion.

If there are more than 6 teams, then 2 must stay in the mansion with no missions. And if there are 18 teams, 3 will stay... And so forth. 

There were also days when only one mission had to be carried out, meaning even if there were 20 teams, only 1 or 2 would go out. 

As for Vladimir\'s team, their mission was actually within the mansion\'s premises. 

After every 24 hours of darkness, a team had to observe their surroundings, seeing how the darkness affected them.

Sometimes they would put one leg out of the safety zone, wanting to see what type of creatures were there this time around.

[Gholems]:... Are you playing with us?

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"Follow me."

Bassano and his team led them through several hallway labyrinths, bypassing many doors and on their way.

[Mission Room]

Those were the words body painted on a not-so-good-looking plaque. 

Every year, they receive paint when new people arrive since everything in the shed during that nightly event would also be transported.

Over the years, they also turned grass rakes into spears and other gardening tools into proper weapons. Their selection was enormous. And for paper, they took out every single page from the books the Bassano and his intellectual groups brought over.

Whatever was written in those books was irrelevant to them. They shredded, soaked, and pushed up the pages before pressing them between several fabrics and letting them dry out. 

This was the basic way to reuse old paper. It was just that the paper wouldn\'t have its original texture and would be due to faded ink on it. 

Rudolf thought that was the only paper source here, but he was wrong. 

Bassano showed them parchment papers from medieval times that have been recycled and used severally. There were also rusted armories worn by generals here and even letters to be delivered to their family members should anyone ever escape.

Every other paper has been recycled except for the letters. It has also become customary that everyone who ever came in would write a letter, perhaps to their families or perhaps to anyone who ever destroys the evil here. 

Those letters contain decades and decades of history. 

Jenny felt a chill run down her spine, thinking of medieval people being here before... Then... Then what hope do they have of ever getting out? 

The most frightening part was that such evil existed alongside them all these years, and no one ever found out! 

She was sure that even her influential and powerful dad didn\'t know too. Her eyes moistened.

He should be searching for her crazily, not knowing she was no longer in their world. 

\'Dad... I miss you.\'

Sniff. Sniff~ 

She quickly did away with her tears, telling herself to cheer up. They, modern folks, had so much technology to get through anything. It should be fine... She thought. 

"Alright. Those are the rules you must abide by while in the mission room. No letters can be tampered with, and after selecting a mission on the board, you must alert the other teams and head out to fulfill the first depending on the deadline. Failure to complete an accepted mission will result in punishment."

[Chris]: (-_-)

Are you being real?

How can he escape school, come here and still have punishment?