CH 1.1

A Dangerous Person

Jiang Yiyi has transmigrated. Of course, that isn’t much worth mentioning. What is notable is the place, or rather, background setting of where he transmigrated – a game.

Treating this as a full dive online game that cannot be logged off might be better for his feelings.

However, such a façade is entirely meaningless. He’s lucky to have a second chance at life, and he should surely be thankful for the fortune.

After carefully scrutinising the opening CG, he feels a familiarity that evokes a recollection in his mind.

In a crowded street, there were sounds of an advertisement barely audible.

“Stargaol… Death… blood.” After some static, there was a slogan, this time abundantly clear, “Make your choice, and face your death.”

He looked up then, and saw a scene flash past between countless heads – a deserted land, wary prisoners, bloody body lying on the ground, their conditions unknown, and a man carrying a chair on his shoulder, lowering his head to casually lick away the blood on his hand.

The man has a slight smile directed at the body there. Then his dark irises move up slightly, to give a mocking, provocative gaze to the audience watching him.

Jiang Yiyi shudders, and snaps out of the flashback.

The CG has also ended right now, as the game’s name slowly emerges.

‘Annals of Stargaol’

Quite a simplistic, unremarkable name that belies the insanity of the game.

Three months since its sale, and no one has even seen its ending. A survival video game with the nickname ‘Dying Everyday,’ celebrated in niche circles full of people who succumbed to the many unreasonable bosses within.

Jiang Yiyi had no interest in masochism, therefore his understanding of the game proper was all entirely based on a childhood friend ceaselessly trying to sell it to him——Which means a degree of bias is to be expected.

Not that Jiang Yiyi has realised that at the current stage.

In any case, Jiang Yiyi begins to look for a button to exit this game.

He finds the Start Game button easily enough.

After a long period of silence and a lengthy mental struggle, he is still stuck on this screen with no way out. He chooses to press the button to begin.

Now comes the Character Select screen.

There are two options.

Character choice:

The former is the player character of the video game. Under the unassuming and uninteresting description is a whole convoluted saga of background settings——only part of which has currently been deduced by players. Put most simply, ‘all the dalaos want me dead.’

The second option did not exist in that video game. Given Jiang Yiyi’s current situation, though, this is hardly a surprising development.

He gives it some rational thought. Given the thousands of ways players have died so far, the lesson written in blood is clear——And Jiang Yiyi is not interested in finding out if he can even Reload in death.

And hey, ‘random.’ What if he randomly gets assigned as one of those boss characters?

With that unrealistic desire in mind, he picks the second option.

A light flashes across it, as the other option fades away.

His vision blurs once more, as murky silhouettes emerge——He even notices the occasional NPC in an officer’s clothing, and his eyes brighten, staring dead at them.

A prison officer. It must mean absolute safety——Since the game’s name is ‘Annals of Stargaol,’ not ‘Annals of Police Station.’

The light continues moving about the murky silhouettes, and it passes by the one in officer’s clothing soon enough, and also flashes past groups of NPCs in prisoners’ clothing. The flashing continues quicker and quicker, practically turning the rest of the NPCs into a blur.

Finally, it comes to a stop. The rest of the murky silhouettes fade away as one solitary NPC in white clothes is left behind.

Jiang Yiyi gives the character a quick glance, and first impressions aren’t great – young, scrawny, frail.

The NPC looks devoid of fighting power. Jiang Yiyi is depressed——In a survival game, constitution is quite an important metric.

Jiang Yiyi then clicks the flashing biography open.

Name: Jiang Yiyi

Identity: Surgeon

Age: 20

Jiang Yiyi stares at them in silence for a long time, before beginning to look for a button to exit this game once more.

This trash character only has two skills?!

This means he does not even have entry level skill in brawling. This further means, in a prison where every prisoner is at least capable in that, they can all beat him up like a dog.

As a side note, even that player-controlled character start with these skills: Fighting Skills (Average), Discourse (Elite) And Psychology (Average).

And that is the character with which players have died countless times.

Now, Jiang Yiyi, looking at the two solitary skills he has, is entering denial.

A surgeon with only a simple level of understanding of surgery is a bit underwhelming, isn’t it? At least make it elite level, jeez.

It should be noted here that the level of skills in this game goes thusly: Simple-Entry-Average-Elite-Masterful-Divine

Without a doubt, simple and entry level skills are the runt of the litter.

Jiang Yiyi is swallowed by hopelessness at how garbage this character is. He’d like a reroll.

The System offers no such opportunity, however. After a long silence, Jiang Yiyi’s vision goes dark as he enters the game proper.

Noises ring in his ears, filled with all forms of curses and cusses.

Jiang Yiyi opens his eyes, and the simple, clean and orderly jail cell is all he can see.

Suddenly, a whole stream of summarised happenings thus far roll through his mind. His arrest, his sentencing, and his being sent here.

This is the first day he’s spent in the Han Federation’s Stargaol. He suffered a beating, and he fainted.

Jiang Yiyi holds his stomach in pain, wholly recipient to the discomfort in his body, as he gets up and shuffles over to a corner, in order to observe.

The noises stop as the others in the jail cell look over at him.

A tall and brawny NPC is holding another person by the collar. There is a nameplate nicknaming him ‘Lowly Lackey’ above his head. The one being held is far skinnier in comparison, but his expression is wrathful. His face is twitching; he looks like he would go berserk the next second. His nameplate nicknames him ‘Tattooed Snake.’

Despite their physical differences, they’re about as intimidating.

Jiang Yiyi looks to the other side instead. A tense-looking guy wearing glasses, currently brushing the toilet, is ‘Four-Eyes.’ He looks even scrawnier than him.

There is, finally, a middle-aged man watching Lowly Lackey and Tattooed Snake with a friendly smile. ‘Murderer.’

These are the five people present in the cell, alongside Jiang Yiyi.

He then moves on to observe the cell itself. Thank goodness this game is not set in barbaric times, but where human rights and privacy are protected. Furniture and whatnot that ought to be here are here——Most importantly, a separate, single bathroom.

Jiang Yiyi sighs in relief, seeing a minimum standard of life guaranteed.