The encouraging words from the curly-haired young man made some impact.
The first to respond was a black-haired woman holding a cross.
"Exactly! The great Captain Curran managed to get through even five-star difficulty curse class events, and with most of his team still alive at that.
Our resolve will surely be noticed by the Lord, who will guide us out of this dangerous Black Forest."
At this moment, a voice echoed in everyone's mind.
『The event has not started yet, your identity is a university student filming team, please make direct contact with the main character of the event 'Wang Po' within one hour, and head together to the event location[Abandoned Villa].
If you do not contact 'Wang Po' within the stipulated time, interfere with or refuse to take the vehicle to the event site, you will be subject to forced erasure.』
There was one hour of preparation time.
The curly-haired kid tried to organize everyone to increase the chances of survival.
"Since we have enough time, let's introduce ourselves! My name is Edward Murray... my father is a somewhat famous writer, we are quite well off in terms of family conditions.
I had an accident when I was a child, which left my right hand in this state."
The young man took off his white gloves and rolled up his sleeves.
A metal prosthetic limb that fused with mechanical aesthetics was revealed.
The joints at the elbow, wrist, and fingers were all made up of numerous fine gears and tiny bolts... they could not only perform regular bending movements but also execute ones that normal people cannot achieve.
Small steam-hydraulic devices were hidden within the streamlined metal arm, bestowing it with great strength.
"Steam Prosthetic Limb!"
A beautiful blonde, green-eyed woman, appearing to cling to a lifeline, showed off her attractive side as much as possible, leaning towards the young man.
Steam prosthetic limbs are not something that common civilians can touch, even the middle-class families in Holy City would have to spend a lot of money to purchase such limbs.
The eyes of the blonde dame were fixed on the curly-haired Murray, and she proceeded with her self-introduction: "My name is Hall Monica... my mother works in a 'restaurant.'"
The curly-haired Murray gave a slight smile. He neither accepted nor rejected the advances of the woman, maintaining a distance of about two fists.
As someone had taken the lead, the self-introductions proceeded smoothly.
The most robust and oldest man in the group, a bald white man, spoke with disdain:
"Derleon, a regular factory worker. I'm good at… beating people up.
Damn! If it were a mutant or monster type event, I could face it head-on! These intangible evil spirits are really disgusting... why is my luck so bad."
Derleon thought about the event problem and directly punched the road's side wall... Of course, due to his average human physique, he only produced a loud noise, and the wall remained intact.
The black-haired girl, tightly clutching the cross in her hand, slowly stood up.
"I'm Green Arkman, I volunteer at the church... Father said that when I come of age in the second half of this year, I can stay and officially work in the church.
Father treats me very well... during my volunteering period, I can earn ten pennies as long as I do a little overtime at night in the church."
There was a clear problem in this statement.
The church would not open at night, so the so-called night shifts were somewhat peculiar.
Following that, a young man who was pretending to be calm but was quite panicked on the inside stood up.
He looked about twenty, wearing a linen shirt with a coarse vest on top, and a newspaper boy cap with a fur edge.
"Peters Herbert… everyone can call me Herbert.
I follow my father in the newspaper business, I'm not particularly good at anything, just a fast runner, and I can tell who might be willing to buy a newspaper.
I'll do my best. I hope we all can survive."
This newspaper boy could be considered the most optimistic person in the group.
Finally, it was naturally Han Dong's turn... In this team, Han Dong's physical condition might be on par with the malnutritious female believer, both at the bottom of the list.
Under the linen shirt, his bony torso gave people a sense that he could be blown over by the wind.
"Valen Nicholas... I had a weak constitution since birth, and stayed at home with nothing to do. However, I've got a good understanding of linguistic studies during my leisure time. I should be able to serve as a translator."
Han Dong deliberately displayed a 'special skill'.
If he seemed too useless, he would be disliked by his teammates.
When a lot of information was still unclear, and he was physically weak, Han Dong needed to make himself seem 'useful' to coexist with his teammates on equal terms, at least not to be the worst one.
"You can speak Jiuzhou's Mandarin?" The young man with the steam prosthetic limb, Edward Murray, looked shocked.
"Yes... I can communicate basically."
"Great! You will be the translator later, making contact with the key character 'Wang Po', ensuring that we all successfully reach the event site."
"Okay." Han Dong took up this job, proving his value within the team.
Edward turned to everyone and said,
"I hope none of you would mind if I take up the role as team leader?
I hope that during the upcoming event operations, you all could follow my directives and requests, I will do my best to increase everyone's chances of survival.
Everyone can voice their opinions to me or the whole team, as long as they are reasonable, they will certainly be considered."
"I agree!" The blonde woman, Hall Monica, was the first to agree.
Following closely, Han Dong also raised his hand.
Leadership is necessary in such group actions.
From what he's seen so far, Edward qualified for this role.
As people were raising their hands one after the other, the bald man Derleon showed a disdainful look, "I will go to the event site with you, but I will do whatever I want, I won't listen to anyone's opinion."
Edward responded with a smile on his face, "I understand, friend Derleon, as long as you do not take actions that harm the team, you may do as you wish."
Afterwards, Edward turned to Han Dong, "Friend Nicholas, shall we set off?"
"Okay."
With that, the six people made their introductions and more or less unified their stance, formally embarking on their journey of horror.
To make it easier to remember.
Han Dong gave each member of the team a label.
[Prosthetic Limb], [Believer], [Blonde], [Bald Guy], [Newspaper Boy]
Additionally, a message from the Faceless Skull dashed Han Dong's plans of shrewd shortcuts.
『Detecting that the subject is currently in a special spatial area, opening the prison will consume a large amount of spatial energy... Portable Prison will only briefly open when containing something, the subject cannot enter the prison at will.』
"So it's not that simple after all…"