As a horror film enthusiast, Benjamin was very familiar with this movie.
Besides the film series, there were various animated novels and spin-offs. He had discussed the world-building in detail with fellow forum members, even arguing for ages about which character was more powerful!
Benjamin tried hard to recall the plot of this world: A man from the UK named Frank Cotton, in Morocco, Africa, obtained a box resembling a Rubik's Cube.
This box was the Lemarchand's Box, also known as the Box of Mourning, created by an 18th-century toy maker using vast amounts of flesh and fat. This box could open a portal to Hell.
Driven by desire, Frank sensed the way to open the box and luckily succeeded.
Then, a group of Cenobites, summoned by fate, torn his body apart with chained hooks, dragging his soul into Hell.
Afterwards, his brother Larry moved into the house where Frank died. His brother's wife, Julie, had secretly had an affair with her brother-in-law, Frank.
When Larry moved, she cut her hand, and her blood dripped onto the spot where Frank had been torn apart: the attic room on the second floor.
The blood allowed Frank to escape from Hell back to Earth as a skeleton.
To obtain more blood and regain his original form, he found Julie and forced her to feed him with living people. He then killed his brother and donned his brother's skin.
Later, Kirsty, the heroine who opened the portal to Hell, traded Frank to the Hell Four, gaining her life and avenging her father.
As Benjamin was recalling, the fat man spoke up:
"Ha, the same old basic survival mission."
"But this story mission is really scary."
"Is this Lemarchand's Box some kind of machine component? I won't even mention that."
"But mission two actually requires us to enter Hell?"
"What kind of place is Hell? It's the lair of demons! The Hell of the story world—I've never heard of anyone daring to touch it. Even the Lord of the Tower probably wouldn't dare!"
"And the Cenobites—are they powerful monks from the church?"
"Killing him actually rewards 10,000 survival points, more than the survival points for entering Hell! That's outrageous!"
The fat man was furious upon seeing the story mission.
He wouldn't even touch this kind of mission. The three missions were like four giant characters: Don't even get involved.
"Hey, little sister, do you have any information about the story world? Do you know what the Lemarchand's Box is? Give me a hint!"
The fat man patted his chest fearfully, his fleshy muscles jiggling as he tentatively asked.
" If I told you, would you dare to believe it? Be careful, you might not even know how you died."
The woman glared at the fat man with a disgusted expression.
"Fine, I won't tell you then!"
"It's all those damn Lord of the Tower' fault, clinging to their own story clear route and refusing to share them with everyone."
"And they're spreading fake information everywhere, spreading whatever's most likely to kill people! Now everyone's afraid to trust anyone except their own people."
The fat man complained through gritted teeth.
Benjamin listened quietly to their conversation, confirmed a conjecture in his heart.
They really didn't know the storyline of this world.
Yes, this world was vastly different from his previous life in terms of literature and film.
Benjamin felt a surge of excitement, only to be dashed like a bucket of cold water.
In this kind of horror movie world, even knowing the plot, it's not easy for ordinary people.
After all, many protagonists in horror movies die; the protagonist's halo might mean they only die at the very end.
As for the supporting characters, most are just there to kill the protagonist.
The woman, watching the fat man's grumbling, said calmly:
"You can say this in front of the Lords of the Tower when you get back to the Lighthouse. What's the point of saying it here?"
"I was just grumbling, but..."
The fat man's arrogance vanished instantly. He looked at the woman and then at Benjamin.
"I'm not lying, Fatty, I have some definite information about this world. Maybe I can learn a trick or two to sense evil."
"As long as you two swear to give me all 500 survival points from this world when it's over, I'll take you with me. If it weren't for the chance to refresh the next world, I wouldn't be doing this."
The fat man finished speaking with a look that said, "You've hit the jackpot."
"No need. I have my own things to do. Hiding here only prolongs my life for a few days."
"Also, newbie, I suggest you enjoy this month to the fullest. In this kind of difficult world, exploring the plot is certain death, returning to reality is also certain death. That's all I have to say, I'm going now."
The woman in the baseball cap finished speaking calmly and disappeared.
"Pfft, lingering on in a half-dead state~"
The fat man spat out a piece of betel nut in the direction the woman disappeared, mimicking a strange sound, then turned to Benjamin:
"Brother, it's just the two of us now. What do you say? Maybe my information can heal your injuries."
Benjamin thought for a moment and said, "I agree, but how do I find you in the story world?"
"The code is: SL Fat Brother v Martial Arts Overbearing."
"Remember this code. Whether through social media or a public notice, we can find each other."
"Okay, I understand."
Benjamin nodded.
"Time's almost up. I'm going in first. You won't like the teleportation method after the countdown ends."
The fat man vanished after speaking.
Benjamin looked at the remaining one-minute countdown and mentally selected "Enter Now."
As Benjamin teleported away, the spatial shield shattered and disappeared.
The darkness was torn apart, and warm sunlight reflected onto Benjamin's face.
Everything around him instantly came alive; the sounds of cars, footsteps, and shouts filled his ears.
Benjamin opened his eyes. He was sitting in the back seat of a black limousine.
The soft leather seats and the gentle hum of the engine made Benjamin feel much more comfortable.
"Sir, what should we do?"
A respectful middle-aged voice came from the driver's seat.
Benjamin looked closely, his brow furrowing slightly.
Five or six black people, armed with weapons like sticks and stones, were tightly surrounding the car, blocking it in place.
They were twisting and jumping, gesticulating wildly.
They kept muttering something, which was hard to hear through the car window.
Benjamin hadn't had a good impression of these people in his past life, and his impression was even worse now.
"Ram them!"
Benjamin tightened his seatbelt and whispered.
The instant he opened his eyes, he understood his role in this story world.
The Miranda family, a well-known local jeweler.
And he was the sole heir of the Miranda family: Dean Miranda.
In short: rich.
Just a few street thugs, but today's experience had left Benjamin seething with anger.
"Please sit tight!"
The driver was visibly excited.
He floored the accelerator, and the car surged forward with a powerful push.
The thugs who had blocked the car jumped and screamed to either side like stray dogs hit by a stone.
The thugs' shouts and curses echoed across the dusty road behind the car.
The sound of something being smashed came from the rear of the vehicle.