Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Where is the End Point

The whole scene seemed too bizarre, so everyone slowed down, looking warily at the rabbit-headed gentleman.

“Hello everyone, I am the Inspector of this game. Welcome to the Doll Game.”

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Despite the distance, the rabbit-headed gentleman’s voice was clear in the air – a gentle female voice.

However, at this moment, even the gentlest voice couldn’t calm the fear in everyone’s hearts.

“Who are you? Did you bring us to this place?!” Someone with a lot of nerve spoke out.

The rabbit-headed figure was holding a large top hat in her hand, her voice gentle and calm: “Please, all players, take your positions at the start line. The race begins when the starting gun fires and crossing the correct finish line will take you to the next round. The game consists of three rounds…”

“Hey! I’m talking to you, can’t you hear me?!” A burly man strode over, grabbing the rabbit-headed figure by the neck, “Stop playing tricks with your mask! Speak up! How do we get out of this hellhole?!”

The rabbit-headed figure was tall and slender, and her gentle female voice made her unthreatening. It was because of this that the burly man brazenly grabbed her throat.

Even with her slim neck in the grip of the burly man, her voice echoed again without any hindrance—–

“This game is divided into three rounds. The race begins when the starting gun fires, crossing the correct finish line…”

“Enough!” The burly man roared in a temper, “I’m not here to play games! Tell me how to get out or I’ll strangle you!”

Boom!

Blue flames exploded, followed by a muffled blast!

The burly man’s body trembled violently for a moment! Just like he’d been hit by lightning, his body turned charred black and disintegrated into ash on the ground!

The rabbit-headed figure tilted her head, lightly brushed off the black ash from her shoulder. The fur on her neck was clearly exposed, finally making everyone realize that she wasn’t wearing a mask. She genuinely had a rabbit’s head!

“Ah… The monster, the Monster!” A long-haired woman collapsed on the ground, her legs shaking.

Her husband grabbed her arm, intending to escape. But when he turned back, he found that hundreds of rabbits had appeared on the open, flat grassland!

Each rabbit was as big as a wolfhound!

They were snow-white, with blood-red eyes. Under their three-lobed mouths, sharp teeth gaped menacingly, grinding against each other, making a sound that sent chills down one’s spine.

The scene was too horrifying for Bai Youwei to bear and she instinctively pulled into Shen Mo’s arms.

She raised her head to look at Shen Mo, finding his face pale but his demeanor still calm, unlike the others, who were panicked and confused.

The rabbit-headed figure stood calmly in front of them: “Please, all players, take your positions at the starting point soon.”

Bai Youwei looked where it was pointing towards the starting line, where those giant rabbits were also moving. They were crawling into the running lane, squished behind the starting line.

…A race of the tortoise and the hare.

Now that the rabbits were here, did that mean they were the tortoise?

“May I ask,” Bai Youwei’s teeth clenched as she raised her hand to ask, “Do I still have to participate in the race in my condition?”

The rabbit-headed figure turned its gaze towards Bai Youwei, lingering a moment before apologizing in a courteous and gentle manner: “I see, my apologies for the oversight.”

Soon after, it extended its gloved hand into the top hat and pulled out a pair of crutches!

Bai Youwei’s heart skipped a beat!

They were just like her crutches!… No, they were her crutches! The folding crutches she had packed in her suitcase!

If the rabbit-headed figure could easily take things from the outside world, did that mean they had to go along with what it said to leave this place?

But even if she was given her crutches, there was no way she could outrun those dog-sized rabbits!

At this time, Shen Mo, who had remained silent this whole time, asked, “Where is the finish line?”

The rabbit-headed figure raised its hand, pointing to the other end of the running lane—–