Josh subtly distanced himself from Mina.

People around them noticed and gradually withdrew their gaze.

Mina didn’t dare to approach him anymore and resorted to chatting with him through the system interface.

Josh averted his eyes and glanced at the schedule behind the door.

AM wake-up.

AM breakfast.

Start work half an hour later with assembly line tasks.

PM lunch.

Outdoor time from 12:30 to 1:30 PM.

Work resumes at 1:30 PM. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

PM dinner.

Resume work at 6:30 PM.

PM end of day and rest.

He opened the system and saw it was just after waking up.

Nearly 7 AM, which meant it was time to head out for breakfast.

Sure enough, soon enough, the cells, seemingly controlled by an electronic system, automatically opened when the time came.

The broadcast announced: [7 AM, everyone line up within one minute to go to the canteen for breakfast. Please refrain from fighting, whispering, or disrupting order. Thank you for your cooperation.]

Josh followed behind others as they left.

Outside, the narrow corridor led everyone in an orderly direction.

Josh discreetly observed the people around him, not spotting a single female.

Every player entering the simulation was transformed into the appearance of a male prisoner.

In this corridor alone, there were at least 50 people.

This meant both players and NPCs were mixed up as one character; you couldn’t tell who was an NPC or a player beside you.

Once again, Josh couldn’t help but admire Mina’s ability to immediately identify him.

Perhaps she used some kind of skill?

After all, each skill is different.

Josh’s skill, Super Sensing, allowed him to easily sense if someone was an NPC through touch.

Perhaps Mina had a similar skill, like X-ray vision, to see through his disguise at a glance?

"Ah!" A scream broke her thoughts.

Josh looked up to see someone had fallen from the stairs not far away.

They were in a staircase corridor.

Everyone exited the rooms, forming neat rows, and after leaving the corridor, they needed to descend the stairs to reach the canteen on the other side.

Someone had fallen down the stairs.

This place’s top level was at least seven stories high.

If the person wasn’t killed from the fall, they wouldn’t be in good condition either.

The people around seemed accustomed to it, remaining still without peeking outside.

Further away, a few heads popped out in surprise but quickly retracted, pretending to be calm while continuing forward.

Josh discreetly observed them, memorizing the numbers on their uniform backs.

Yes, each prisoner’s uniform was numbered for management purposes.

Those who reacted were likely new players.

They reached the canteen.

Josh followed behind, imitating others by taking a tray and getting food.

Soon, someone cut in line in front of him.

Josh frowned slightly but said nothing; if those behind him weren’t objecting, neither would he cause a stir.

The person in front glared back at him before turning away.

Josh had mentally prepared to eat strange food but found the food surprisingly normal.

It could even be described as abundant.

After getting her food, Josh sat down at an empty table. Soon, others joined to eat.

"Hey! Why didn’t you tell me there were newcomers today! Damn it, I almost missed breakfast!"

"The canteen staff are insane, knowing newbies arrived and not preparing extra food, I almost missed out too! I never had to fight for food back in the Heavenly Realm when I was an Immortal!"

Josh glanced at him curiously.

He stared back, "What are you looking at, bumpkin? Never seen a real Immortal?"

Intrigued, Josh took the opportunity, "You’re an Immortal?"

He laughed scornfully, "Just as I thought, a bumpkin never seen an Immortal. Watch this! Your daddy will show off a bit!"

He swiftly formed a seal, producing a flame.

Amazed, Josh quickly performed a water seal to extinguish his flame as it approached.

Just in time, being out of practice, she almost missed.

He looked at her with intrigue, "Oh! Interesting, you’re a Cultivator too?"

Josh found it odd.

What did that mean?

Could he be a Cultivator too?

But she had never seen the seals he used.

Yet, it was something from the Cultivation World.

Perhaps it’s just a seal she’s unfamiliar with?

As she pondered, the person beside laughed, "Is this for fun? Want me to bring out some guns to play with you?"

As he spoke, his hand transformed into a machine, quickly assembling a rifle, pointing it at the Immortal.

Josh felt surreal, combining limbs with weapons was a unique technology of the Federation Planet’s Military Department, rarely shared externally.

She discreetly observed the person beside her, noticing his fierce demeanor, exuding a military aura, and his appearance resembled a soldier.

Josh felt increasingly cautious, the simulation was bizarre.

Previous ones, no matter how outlandish, never featured Cultivators.

It was the first time Josh encountered a fellow Cultivator inside.

He recalled Chenyu’s words.

Did he specifically arrange this simulation for her?

What was he trying to convey?

She asked the Immortal, "Where were you an Immortal before?"

He laughed dismissively, "Why? Little Cultivator, trying to make connections? Your daddy doesn’t fall for that!"

Before Josh could respond, he continued, "Even if I were an Immortal from the Heavenly Realm and you’re a mere unelevated little earthling, even if you were an Immortal just like me, we’re from different worlds, so don’t bother trying to connect with me."

"Different worlds?" Josh pondered his words deeply.

The mechanical person sneered, "Why are you pretending? No matter how awesome you are, you’re stuck in here like the rest of us. What Immortal or not? Anyone in this prison can’t be ordinary."

The Cultivator pointed at Josh, his eyelids half-lowered, contemptuous, "Her, an ordinary person? Except for a detectable Spirit Root and unique physique, nothing special, cultivation suppressed in her body. It’s really curious she ended up here."

Josh cautiously glanced at him, realizing the other could see through her cultivation and body easily.

If these people were NPCs, they shouldn’t know so much about players...

Every part of this place grew more eerie to Josh.