Chapter 1387: Chapter 360: Building a Nightmare Industry Chain in the Otherworld_5
From physical fitness, to extending life, and then to extraordinary power... these things that surpass the understanding of reality are enough to rewrite his destiny.
He couldn’t help but clench his fist and wave it excitedly.
The helplessness and confusion of the past were crushed by the heated anticipation.
Besides earning profits, the Nightmare System is a trial sufficient for him to step into the extraordinary.
He finally understood what purpose the system’s initial ten horror scene replicas served.
These are clearly newbie packages used to produce shock value and will support him on his growth path.
Lex eagerly initiated the Nightmare System on the interface.
The ghostly purple interface unfolded on the console, and the icons of ten initial horror scenes could be dragged at will.
He immediately clicked on a scene named "Alusi’s Recovery," and the holographic projector in the venue emitted a buzzing sound.
In an instant, the scene before his eyes spun around dizzyingly.
When his vision refocused, Lex found himself standing in a corridor that stretched infinitely.
Dark red liquid seeped from the walls, sticky tendrils hung from the ceiling, and the most terrifying thing was the portraits on the walls, staring at him with eerie eyes.
Lex felt a chill run down his spine.
Because the scene in front of him had a 100% reality degree.
Although it was merely generated by a projector, the initial experience felt like suddenly traversing to an otherworldly place.
Lex’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, cold sweat trickled down his spine.
He reached out to touch the wall, and the tactile sensation from his fingertips wasn’t the illusory feel that a virtual projection should have, but a real, sticky, warm flesh-like texture.
When he withdrew his hand, blood-colored threads stuck between his fingers.
A strong sense of fear surged into his heart, and he began to gasp for air.
His shirt on his back was already soaked with cold sweat, yet the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curved upwards.
This soul-penetrating terror would surely make those young thrill-seekers unable to stop themselves.
He then looked at the "administrator mode" floating in the upper left corner, and once he focused, the management interface appeared.
Without hesitation, he decisively chose to exit.
Instantly, the scene retreated like a tidal wave.
The bloody flesh textures on the wall quickly dried and peeled off, dissipating into fine fragments of purple light in the air.
The tendrils hanging from the ceiling shrank into ashes like cobwebs licked by flames, and the eerie portraits, along with their frames, turned into drifting dust.
The entire corridor was like a sketch being erased by a rubber.
From real to illusory, and then completely disappearing, it took less than three seconds.
Lex still stood in the original spot, the familiar console, experience pod, and neon sign once again appeared in his sight.
Everything just now seemed like an overly realistic daydream.
But when he turned to look at the display, he found that the Nightmare Angel Envoy interface was still there.
Next, he decided to understand the specific content of these horror maps in detail.
Near dawn, Lex lay on the floor, dragging his exhausted body, yet the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve upwards.
The following morning, Lex opened the store early.
He set up the newly made advertising sign at the door:
[Brand new immersive horror experience, challenge your nerve limit, come if you have the courage!]
The neon tubes on the sign formed a muscular dragon-like fist, symbolizing courage and strength.
Yet, the whole day, only a few drunken men glanced at the door and laughed, not taking the advertisement seriously at all.
For this already deserted store to gain customers was indeed challenging.
Having no other options, Lex chose to talk tough on the local internet, claiming his virtual venue offered an extremely stimulating experience, inviting the brave to challenge.
When he attached the venue address at the end, he specifically added a provocative note: "We’re not responsible if you get scared to tears."
But the post he sent was like a stone thrown into still water, not causing any ripples, and he wasn’t sure how many people saw it.
The next day, the venue remained deserted.
Lex carried a chair to sit at the entrance, waiting from sunrise to sunset, with only the sound of the wind as his companion.
In this city that had lost interest in virtual experience venues, attracting even one customer was indeed tough.
Finally, on the third day, Lex saw hope.
That afternoon, three young people with colorful hair walked by with their arms around each other’s shoulders. One boy in ripped clothing kicked the step at the door and cursed, then looked up, just in time to see the experience venue’s sign.
"Wow, this broken place is still open?"
The girl among the three, with an e-cigarette in her mouth, blew a smoke ring:
"Last time that starry night chat was so boring I almost fell asleep."
At this moment, Lex, who walked out from the store, felt his heart pounding, and he quickly approached them, trying to make his voice sound confident:
"New scene, just launched, it’s definitely different from before. Want to give it a try?"
"Oh? Is it the same old replica of apocalyptic cities and exploding buildings?" The leading boy raised his eyebrows with a tone full of disdain.
"It’s a hundred times more thrilling than that."
"The venue has adopted the latest equipment this time. Now, the replicas are the kind that will make your scalp tingle, ensuring that as soon as you walk in, you’ll want to scream, and even after coming out, you’ll remember it for days, maybe even get scared to tears."
He deliberately emphasized the words "scared to tears" while his gaze swept across their disdainful faces, yet in his heart, he was madly calculating:
These three seem to be thrill-seekers, just perfect for testing how much shock value a single target can bring.
After hearing Lex’s account, the girl put her e-cigarette back into her pocket and pointed to the venue with her chin:
"Alright, but if it’s dull, we won’t pay a single cent."
"Deal."
Lex stepped aside and watched the three stroll into the venue nonchalantly before he followed them in.
He quickly walked to the console, took a deep breath, and pressed the start button for the third replica "Silent Death Land" on the monitor.
As the game door slowly closed, the projector lamp above promptly lit up.
Lex stared at the "scene loading" prompt flickering on the screen, his heart pounding.
His extraordinary path was bound to begin with the screams of these three customers.
