Infinite World: Dangerous Game!

[Welcome to INFINITE WORLD: Purify Game.] The sky was a three-dimensional projection of the time frame. A ten-second countdown had begun. When the timer hit 00:00, a bell suddenly rang out from all directions. The moment the bell stopped ringing was when their eyes landed on each other. Those who had their eyes open found themselves in an unfamiliar hall, each facing a three-dimensional screen that read [Infinite World: Purify Game]. The letters looked as if they were bleeding. Strangely, no one remembered how they got here. All their memories seemed to stop at their last activity. The crowd looked at each other in panic, some growing angry: “What kind of joke is this? I’m an atheist, what crime are you talking about? What kind of world is this?” The atmosphere was extremely chaotic. The sound of shouting and swearing in the hall grew louder and louder. Some people in the crowd were dressed in red, with no idea which church they had been dragged from. Others thought it was all a prank and started pulling at their arms and legs, demanding to be let out through the doors. “What is this? Stop this damn joke! I’ll call the police on you! Damn it!” “We have nothing to do with this! Me neither. I don’t know what’s going on!” “The contract’s waiting for me to sign! That’s a million dollars in losses, are you going to pay me back?” The man who just shouted this was wearing a leather jacket. It was expensive, and he kept trying to use his phone the whole time. He looked to be in his forties, probably a business manager, but couldn’t get a signal. A teenager, about seventeen years old, wearing a school uniform, cried out: “Dad, I’m scared! I want to go home! I’m sorry I hung up on you! I’m sorry I skipped school! I can’t do this anymore, let me go home!” The boy’s wailing was drowned out by a thousand other cries and curses in the hall. Phedra Henry’s eyebrows furrowed, tension squeezing them together. He estimated there were more than a hundred thousand people here. He closed his eyes, but the mix of fearful cries and harsh cursing only made his nerves tighter. Phedra Henry took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, seriously studying the three-dimensional display in front of him. A line of text ran across a black background, the font stark and intimidating. The visual effects resembled a horror game. [Welcome to INFINITE World: Purify Game.] [Seven great sins, the so-called deadly sins. Before Ivory, the Last Judgment must be purged.] [Dear Phedra! According to the Holy Eyes, you have sinned. Your sin is Anger.] Phedra Henry panicked. He never expected something like this to happen, let alone for his name to appear. The screen paused for a moment, as if waiting for him to calm down and respond. The black background was silent for about ten seconds, then the text reappeared, as if blood was flowing again. [You have two options: to be Judged, or to be a Non-Judge?] Phedra Henry stared at the two options displayed above. Behind him, a man muttered, “The devil’s choice. What is this?” Someone else said, “Well, being judged sounds weird. No one’s going to pick the first one, right?” “What did you choose? I picked the second option.” “Me too.” Phedra Henry glanced up to observe the reactions of the people nearby. Standing just to his right was a huge white wolf. The white wolf stood upright on two legs, intently staring at his own screen. He was enormous, probably about two meters tall. Phedra Henry was one meter eighty, but he could barely stand shoulder to shoulder with the wolf. The area where Phedra Henry lived wasn’t full of strong people. He’d encountered beasts before, while working in District 7, he had seen one once. By 2300, Earth had begun to open up business with alien planets. Beyond the solar system, there was a vast array of unexplored races, including beasts. The race of two-legged, clothed beasts, like humans, possessed advanced scientific technology, even more advanced than Earth’s. They weren’t actually called “beasts” by their race name, but originally by those on the lower social floors. That’s why most lower-class people lacked information about animals or other extraterrestrial races, and simply called them by the names of familiar Earth animals. Eventually, it became commonplace for everyone to use these terms. The werewolf saw Phedra Henry staring at him and suddenly snapped, “ت?” Phedra Henry was stunned. He had said earlier they were in a game, but how was he supposed to handle language differences? The werewolf, seeing his blank face, grew fierce: “لیدثث ثثث ث!” Phedra Henry said, “I don’t understand.” The werewolf paused, baring his white teeth and growling, “یثضشش!” Phedra Henry: “…” He still didn’t understand, so he lowered his head and muttered, “Sorry.” The girl on Phedra Henry’s left suddenly burst out laughing. He looked at her, confused. “The people of Pandora don’t understand English,” she said, holding back her laughter. Phedra Henry blushed. The girl sighed, stepped forward, and spoke a few words to the werewolf, still in that alien language Phedra Henry didn’t understand. Then she turned to him and said, “He was just asking you what you were staring at. Are you trying to peek? Don’t you believe him? He said his personal information is classified. If you look again, he’ll take your eyes.” The werewolf reached out and adjusted a delicate silver ring around his neck, eyes filled with pride. “Take care of your eyes. Next time you commit another crime, I’ll take them out.” “Can you speak English?” Phedra Henry asked. The girl was surprised too. The werewolf turned off his stereoscopic display, folded his arms, and grinned, “I know all Earth languages.” He pointed at his necklace. Phedra Henry immediately understood. Seeing the wolf’s fierce face, he realized he must have misunderstood the language thing, the wolf just hadn’t bothered to speak English before, perhaps out of dislike. If it hadn’t been for the nice girl helping, maybe the wolf would have found an excuse to beat him up. “Great Bridget George, you won’t pass through the gates of Pride.” Another person appeared from the crowd. It was a man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a military uniform: a short-sleeved black T-shirt on top, sweatpants below. Boots on his feet, fingerless gloves on his hands. His hair and eyes were black, with a typical Asian look. He was tall, about 1m90. His hair was cut short, neat and soft. Phedra Henry looked at him curiously and heard the kind girl ask, “That man… do you think he’s a cop?” “No,” Phedra Henry said, glancing at the sword on the man’s back and the dagger on his chest.