Colin appeared in a decaying wooden house.

Cold, wet, and dilapidated.

This is Colin's first impression of the interior of the wooden house.

Then he subconsciously looked out the glass window and saw... fog.

The endless gray fog covered the sky and earth outside the window, leaving Colin unable to see anything except fog.

Moreover, this grey mist seemed to have some activity, flowing silently in the uneasy silence.

Intuition told Colin that the gray fog was extremely dangerous. If he dared to leave the wooden house and enter the gray fog, then he would have to die.

In amidst intense anxiety, Colin withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, he noticed that he was lying on a wooden bed, lying for unknown periods.

Amid the overwhelming squeaking sound of the wooden bed, Colin sat up.

"How did I show up here?"

Colin pinched his forehead, trying to know why he was here, but unfortunately he got nothing.

The memory is missing a critical part, like being erased by some force.

All he could remember was his life experience without any affection in his life.

This made Collin feel uneasy and panic, but soon, he was diverted from the attention of something else.

Those are two things placed on the table.

A lantern containing dark red liquid, and a leather scroll.

They look like they are deliberately placed there by someone, and anyone can see them together.

Colin did not act rashly, but looked at these two things and began to think.

What purpose does the person behind all this have? But judging from the remaining substances, it doesn't seem like he wants to kill him...

But before Collin could figure out something, he saw, no, to be precise, a line of white font suddenly appeared in his brain.

【This is an ancient horse lantern, in which it is not kerosene for burning, but a substance like blood.】

The sudden message shocked Colin, his body shrank back, and the message disappeared into his mind at the same time.

"This is..."

Colin, who came back to his senses, suddenly realized that as long as he looked at something for a few seconds and thought about it, a "cues" related to it would appear in his brain.

What just appeared was the "tip" that I accidentally triggered.

Then Colin looked at the lantern again, and soon the information just now appeared in front of him.

【This is an ancient horse lantern, in which it is not kerosene for burning, but a substance like blood.】

A line of fonts emerged, just as Colin thought that was all and was about to look at the scroll, another line of fonts emerged in his mind.

[You realize that this is probably a very important thing, but there is no prop to light an open flame in the house. How to ignite it? Looking at the bright red liquid, you ponder, maybe you can try to drop a drop of blood?]

【Note! You notice that it can only burn for an hour!】

"Don't you think, I want me to think,"

Colin muttered and whispered, "The lantern lit with blood, then what is its function?"

The prompt did not tell yourself what it would be useful after it was ignited.

Perhaps the information is in the parchment next to it.

However, Colin did not rush to open the parchment, but stared for a few seconds, and activated the "prompt" that seemed to be a skill.

[A parchment scroll containing important information, don’t care about its material, please open it immediately!]

After hesitating for a moment, Colin got out of bed and walked over, reached for the parchment and opened it.

In an instant, a ray of light rose from the parchment scroll, and rows of small characters condensed in the air.

[Welcome to the global gray fog survival game. Here, survival will be your primary purpose at present. For this, please keep in mind the following tips.]

[1. The wooden house can block the fog and is your last refuge, but don't rely too much on it.]

【2. Terror only happens in the gray fog.】

【3. Horse lanterns can dispel gray fog,】

[4. All people who obtain through the system are absolutely loyal, please feel free to use.]

[5. Be careful of the night! Be careful of the night! Be careful of the night!]

[6. If you don’t want to be prey in the gray fog, you’d better become a hunter.]

【7. Always be respectful of the gray fog.】

[8. Cherish your life because you will not be resurrected.]

"Survival game?" Colin narrowed his eyes.

He has never heard of any game that can do this...

However, these fonts are not the entire content of the scroll. After it gradually fades away, three more options appear.

【Chat Channel】

【Task List】

[Personnel Recruitment]

Among them, the [chat channel] keeps flashing, giving people a very active feeling.

Colin also wanted to communicate at the moment, but didn't think much about it. After reaching out and clicking it, he found that there were three sub-channels behind the [Chat Channel].

They are [World Channel], [Regional Channel], and [Private Channel].

Here [World Channel] has the highest flashing frequency, and Colin reaches out and clicks it directly.

In an instant, a large number of messages from others emerged within a range of half a meter high.

These information can be refreshed every ten seconds, either in advance or in stagnant.

"Say important things three times, close the door! Close the door! Close the door! Close the door! There is something in the fog!"

"What happened?"

"8 I know, I just celebrated my birthday, drinking and singing, and suddenly I was sent here. I was confused, a miserable group..."

"I'm just miserable. I was just halfway through and suddenly I was sent over... This is not the key, the key is who knows how to light the kerosene lamp?"

"I also ask for the ignition method of carrying kerosene lamp, otherwise I will not be able to do the task at all. Please be kind-hearted..."

How to light a kerosene lamp? Colin looked at a large number of speeches asking for light a kerosene lamp and muttered strangely:

"The hand-held kerosene lamp...is talking about horse lanterns? Don't they know that a drop of blood can ignite the kerosene lamp? Just stare at it for a few seconds..."

Before he finished speaking, Colin suddenly woke up. He suddenly realized that something might not be able to do with the ability.

This way of getting "prompts" by looking at things is probably your own unique ability... In other words, it can be called the golden finger.

However, Colin did not feel happy about it, but frowned.

Unless it is assigned by handsome men, Colin does not feel that there is something special about himself compared to others.

He longs for the world to lose pies, but he never believes that the world will lose pies.

No one can tell whether this thing that has been given a second person prompt, and is considered a "golden finger" for the time being, no one can tell whether it is good or bad.

But in the end, Colin could only shake his head helplessly and not think deeply here.

After all, whether it is good or bad, Colin has no choice but to do anything for the time being. Now this thing is in his mind. He can't open his mind and see what's inside, right?

Thinking about it better, maybe I was really hit by a pie, and it was really just an ordinary reminder.

What bad thoughts can you have with a little tip?
Chapter completed!