I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

"Well then, good luck to all of you."

The cold voice faded, and before anyone could react, the scene before their eyes blurred.

Then, Qin Nuo found himself in a lavishly decorated hall, with no trace of his classmates.

A massive diamond chandelier, a staircase lined with red carpet, and exquisite European-style decor all indicated this was a high-end restaurant.

And it was quite spacious; Qin Nuo was only in one corner, and the rest of his classmates were likely scattered in other parts of the restaurant.

"Hint: The restaurant will open in fifteen minutes. Please find a suitable uniform in the storage room."

(When working, please dress neatly. Otherwise, a sloppy server might affect the restaurant's reputation.)

"Warning: Without absolute psychological resilience and sufficient strength, do not venture above the second floor of the restaurant."

"The guests there are difficult to serve. If you fail to serve them well, you might end up eating something other than the restaurant's food."

Discipline.

Are they sure it's not a death wish?

In a horror game, what else could the guests be but ghosts? It's not worth risking your life to maintain the restaurant's reputation.

In this situation, Qin Nuo's calmness wasn't due to strong psychological resilience but because he had undergone extensive psychological counseling for horror games before.

Although the other classmates were scared, they should be able to calm down and complete their tasks.

Fear equals waiting for death.

Being honest and completing the work properly is the only way to survive.

"The immersion is deep; I'm already a server!"

Qin Nuo muttered as he rushed towards the innermost storage room.

On the way, the surroundings were empty but very tidy, as if they had just been cleaned.

Upon reaching the storage room, he opened the door, and a stuffy heat hit him in the face.

Inside, there was a jumble of items. Lifting a panel, he found a tangled mess of hair underneath, covered in blood, with a piece of bloody scalp attached.

Suppressing his nausea, Qin Nuo retrieved a server's uniform from inside.

It was a standard restaurant suit.

The only downside was the foul stench of decay and large bloodstains on it!

"Wearing this for a day, I might end up vomiting stomach acid."

But there was no choice; he had to wear it.

The restaurant's reputation was important.

"Open the information panel."

Putting on the suit, enduring the sticky sensation, Qin Nuo spoke.

Every player in the game had their own information panel, which, besides their physical attributes, allowed them to check their tasks.

Player: Qin Nuo.

Strength: 20.

Speed: 30.

Ghost Power: 0.

Ghost Creature: None.

Skills: Demon’s Eye, Angel’s Kiss, Eye of Analysis.

Level: 1/10.

"Huh??"

Never mind the Ghost Power and Ghost Creature, why do I have skills and levels?

Qin Nuo was stunned. During his previous counseling, it seemed that no one else had these two items on their panel.

"Did the information panel upgrade?"

Qin Nuo clicked on Demon’s Eye to see the details.

Demon’s Eye: By absorbing the opponent's negative emotions, such as Rage Meter, you can receive random rewards. The size of the reward matches the intensity of the negative emotions. (Provided by the Beginner's Gift Pack)

Angel’s Kiss: By absorbing the opponent's positive emotions, such as Favorability, you can receive random rewards. The size of the reward matches the intensity of the positive emotions. (Provided by the Beginner's Gift Pack)

Eye of Analysis: By focusing your gaze, you can speculate on ghostly intentions and analyze the use of ghost creatures. (Provided by the Beginner's Gift Pack)

"So, by affecting the ghost's emotions, I can receive random rewards?"

Qin Nuo suddenly realized this might be his own Golden Finger.

These two things in a horror game felt like a cheat, didn't they?

Qin Nuo didn't think much about it and turned to leave the stuffy storage room.

There were still five minutes left.

Returning to the hallway of the main hall, Qin Nuo saw someone.

It was a classmate, the English class representative, Li Siruo.

Qin Nuo was about to greet her.

But when she saw him, she hurriedly turned her face away, looking tense, and continued pushing a serving cart forward, also having changed into a restaurant uniform.

"What does this mean?" Qin Nuo was puzzled.

After Li Siruo turned the corner, Qin Nuo suddenly noticed a faint shadow closely following her.

"Already dealing with ghosts so quickly?"

Despite his surprise, Qin Nuo had no time to worry about others and quickly rushed back to the entrance of Restaurant No. 3.

Back in the main hall, two people were waiting.

"Wang Yang, Liu Jiaqi?"

The man and woman were also surprised to see Qin Nuo.

"Looks like we were all assigned to Hall No. 3."

"Are the other classmates also servers?" Qin Nuo asked.

They were in Restaurant No. 3, and there were a total of nine, showing how large this restaurant was.

Moreover, they were only responsible for the dining on the first floor.

"Not just servers, the restaurant has servers, greeters, cashiers, janitors, and chefs, the five most basic positions, assigned to our entire class."

"The three of us are servers, responsible for delivering menus and dishes," Liu Jiaqi explained to Qin Nuo, hugging her shoulders and looking around uneasily.

Wang Yang glanced at Qin Nuo but said nothing, subtly distancing himself by a step.

He felt this rash youth who knew nothing would die sooner or later, and he didn't want to get involved and be dragged down.

"Liu Jiaqi, that foolish woman, thinks kindness will be rewarded? If you explain things to him, he'll definitely come to you for help next time he's in trouble."

"You'll regret it then!" Wang Yang thought to himself, but didn't say it out loud.

Silence is not only golden, it also keeps trouble at bay.

Ding ding!!

The bell on the door rang, and the three immediately perked up.

It was time, nether Springs Restaurant was officially open for business!

The glass doors opened automatically, and a bone-chilling wind blew in from the pitch-black night outside.

Qin Nuo and the others shivered with goosebumps.

Outside, shadows loomed.

In their ears, eerie sounds lingered, sending chills down their spines.

It was as if something was perched on their shoulders, whispering and sobbing in their ears...

"The restaurant's business is booming; as soon as the doors opened, it was packed with customers outside."

Qin Nuo looked at those things, uneasily pulling up the corners of his mouth, half-jokingly.