As Mo Yan said, he wanted to learn from the "first player" and find a seat.

He just counted the number of people, and it was exactly thirty people. Thirty people were given thirty positions, and this position should be prepared for them.

The position close to the first player has been selected, and Mo Yan found a position close to the outside and wanted to sit down.

"Don't sit down first."

Su Mingan held his shoulder: "There is a problem."

"Ah? But the great god sat..."

Mo Yan is not blind either.

In fact, players with a little bit of observation saw the suspicious hoop on their seats.

But the first player sat down.

The first player who will never go to the wrong route and will never trigger a dungeon crisis will sit.

So, as long as you follow the first player, it is absolutely correct.

Mo Yan also thought so. Since the first player sat in advance, does that mean that this dungeon requires them to sit in a chair to start, or, those who do not sit in a chair will be punished or something...

Anyway, you can't go wrong with following the first player.

Many people followed the first player to sit down, but they were wary of the hoops on the handrail and did not put their hands on them stupidly. Some people would rather stand aside and did not choose to sit down. Their vigilance was higher than their trust in the first player.

Lin Jiang is also one of them.

Although she was extremely timid now, as if she could startle her, she just stood in the corner and lowered her head, and no one dared to approach her.

Everyone possesses an identity as an NPC, and their appearance is all about an NPC.

If Lin Jiang hadn't met Mo Yan at night, Mo Yan recognized the blood-red mark she used and reported her skills loudly, so that other players who didn't open the door wouldn't know that she was Lin Jiang.

But Mo Yan just shouted it out.

This led to... this seemingly harmless Lin Jiang also became the target of public criticism.

Su Mingan looked at this scene and watched the players choose their respective positions, as if they saw people's different positions.

Some people followed the fake first player to sit down, some stood by and kept silent, some chose to whisper in groups, and some huddled in the corner and couldn't raise their heads.

Mo Yan stood beside him. The young man holding the big sword hesitantly looked at the "first player" who closed his eyes and rested, and then hesitantly glanced at the kind brother beside him, but still chose not to move.

...The eldest brother didn't even sit, how could he sit first?

Since my elder brother said he wouldn't sit, then he wouldn't sit!

Thinking of this, Mo Yan stood there.

Then, he heard a burst of extremely crisp footsteps.

It was loud and clear, like glass hitting the glass. After the sound like a sound isolated from human voices appeared, everyone stopped at the same time.

The "first player" sitting in the soft chair opened his eyes slightly and looked out the door.

Wearing a heavy mask and black sunglasses and a wide white coat like a burlap bag, the person who is unable to see his appearance and shape slowly walks down the stairs holding a light.

It turned out that there was no staircase, and an upward staircase suddenly appeared. This strange person appeared in front of everyone as if he was walking down from the fourth floor.

...This should be the key to this copy.

Like a guide, this person should tell the player about the tasks during the day.

He walked into the classroom in the sight of thirty people, and then walked onto the podium.

He placed the glass lamp in his hand on the podium, and in the dark-toned view, the candlelight turned into the only bright color in front of him.

"———My dear thirty students, welcome you to White Sand Paradise."

The man suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse and low, as if his voice had been ruined.

"Today is your first day here."

"The morning has arrived and the night has passed, I am very happy. You are all on time-last night, my dear children, are you sleeping well?"

He suddenly raised his question, and his head wearing a mask slowly raised, as if waiting for someone to answer.

Silent.

The dust in the air was spinning in the light, and the strange man's body stood by the podium, and the flames in the lamp were like jumping elf.

In the dark-looking field, the firelight was depicted on his white mask, gradually showing thorny patterns.

“Sleep well.”

In the silence, someone suddenly spoke.

The "first player" who was gathered by all eyes sat upright on the soft chair, and a ray of light flowed out of his eyes.

"Thank you for the hospitality," he said.

The weirdo nodded, as if satisfied with his answer.

"...The great god is different, so calm..."

Mo Yan, who was huddling beside him, exclaimed in a low voice.

Su Ming'an: "..."

"Since we have a good rest, let's get ready to start - the morning light has arrived, my children." The weirdo continued, his tone raised to a higher degree, as if he was excited.

He raised his hand, with a wrapped bandage on his hand.

"First of all, please sit in your position first." He said.

At the same time, digital signs were erected on the backs of thirty soft chairs.

Number one, until number thirty.

Thirty signs suddenly stood on the backrest.

Others also noticed this scene, and they communicated with each other and walked towards their number seats.

"Hey? You still have to sit down... I remember I'm number three..." Mo Yan saw that the others started to move, and immediately went to find his seat with number three.

Su Mingan stood there without moving.

"Brother, you said you were No. 1 last night, right? No. 1 is there." Mo Yan pointed to a seat near the podium.

And at this moment, Mo Yan discovered something was wrong.

Another player sat on seat No. 1.

"Brother, someone has sat in your seat..." Mo Yan turned his head to look at Su Mingan.

Su Mingan still didn't move.

...He didn't know his number at all.

He didn't know if this was related to the role he played, but he did not receive a message about what number he was. When Mo Yan talked about this last night, he also compiled a number one.

...But now it seems that it is going to be exposed.

"You go and sit down first, I'll look for it."

He ignored Mo Yan and did not respond to his words to avoid attracting others' attention.

He pretended not to find the seat corresponding to his number for the time being, and his eyes were surfing in the seats. When everyone was sitting in a row, he found a seat left behind and sat on it.

That seat is "No. 30".

If no one sits, this seat should be yours.

...Although I don’t know why the system didn’t tell it was “No. 30” at the beginning.

The seats are soft and hard, and it feels comfortable to sit on, just like lying on a sofa chair. But a sense of danger always lingers in his heart.

He glanced at the suspicious bracelet on the handrail, placed his hand on his legs, ready to move space at any time.

In the underworld, he doesn't believe that there will be no danger during the day.

He was the last one to sit down, and the other players looked very uneasy.

He noticed that Lin Jiang was number 21, and when she was sitting in her position, her whole body seemed to be trembling.

And the moment he was throne, the light screen in front of him lit up.

[Welcome to the Sixth World - White Sand Paradise!]

【Now is the first day·day session.】

[Each dungeon has twenty players and ten NPCs, and you will become students in the same class together.]

[Every player and npc have their own number, with numbers ranging from 1 to 30.]

[On the fifth day, the class will select three of the best "outstanding students" to win the final prize!]

[Players are advised to follow the rules of NPC and do not deviate from the correct route.]

...

The panel stayed in front of it for a long time.
To be continued...