The interior of the Death Shack that appeared before Jake Johnson was not the exquisitely decorated scene he had imagined, one still bearing traces of human presence.

  Instead, it was a world formed entirely by nature.

  What greeted him was a forest of towering trees with lush foliage, their thick trunks and dense growth rings hinting at an ancient history.

  Although the leafy canopies of the trees obscured the sky, scattered rays of light still penetrated through the gaps, as if a sun hung in the air.

  But from the outside, the Death Shack was clearly an enclosed building. This sun was definitely not the one shining on Earth.

  Jake Johnson slowly walked into the woods. As if moved by an invisible hand, the wooden door behind him closed on its own.

  Ignoring the closing door, Jake Johnson focused on the path beneath his feet.

  It was a path paved with what appeared to be white gravel, leading to a dimly visible wooden cabin deep within the woods!

  Jake Johnson crouched down and gently picked up a piece of the 'gravel'. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively threw the fragment away!

  He had seen it clearly.

  What he had held in his hand was not gravel, but a fragment of bone.

  To be precise, the path was not paved with gravel, but with pieces of snow-white bone!

  Jake Johnson gasped.

  From the touch, he was certain that these bones were not plastic imitations, but real bones!

  And on the bone-fragment path, he could vaguely make out relatively intact human skulls.

  The entire path was made of bones!

  Only then did Jake Johnson notice a wooden sign beside the path, with a line of words written in red blood.

  "Failure comes at a price!"

  "Could these bones be from people who died in the Death Shack?" A shocking thought flashed through Jake Johnson's mind.

  The forest was empty and silent. No one answered Jake Johnson's question, but he already knew the answer.

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  A desire to retreat arose in Jake Johnson's heart. If the system hadn't repeatedly assured him that visitors to the Death Shack wouldn't face any danger, he would have already turned and ran!

  Jake Johnson continued forward along the bone path.

  With each step, the weathered bones under his feet crumbled into pieces, the crisp cracking sounds sending shivers down his spine!

  Every step felt like walking on a razor's edge, and he couldn't help but imagine how the bones' owners had died here.

  Jake Johnson's face gradually turned pale, and he walked toward the cabin numbly and stiffly, like a robot.

  As he approached the cabin, a faint, fishy stench wafted through the woods.

  Jake Johnson instinctively looked around.

  He saw emaciated corpses hanging from the thick branches.

  Each corpse was skin and bones, their hollow eye sockets telling of their suffering.

  Jake Johnson felt the veins on his forehead bulge, as if ants were crawling across his scalp.

  He quickened his pace, taking two steps at a time, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the door of the cabin.

  "Phew!"

  Jake Johnson looked back at where he had come from and around him, a lingering fear in his eyes.

  It was a short path, but each step an agonizingly long ordeal.

  "Now, let's see how you make me kill myself."

  Even now, Jake Johnson still didn't believe that the Death Shack had the power to make visitors commit suicide.

  Although the path had awakened the buried fear within him, it only made him want to escape, not to end his own life.

  The cabin before Jake Johnson resembled a hut where medieval hunters would rest after a hunt. It wasn't large, but it was fully equipped with basic furniture like tables, chairs, and benches.

  Jake Johnson pushed the door open and walked inside, immediately greeted by a ghostly face painted on the wall.

  The upper half of the face had wide, angry eyes, as if containing immense rage.

  The lower half of the face, however, was completely different from the upper half. The thin, evenly shaped red lips were pressed together, with the corners slowly rising, curving into a grotesque smile.

  It gave the impression of a smile that wasn't a smile.

  Jake Johnson instinctively held his breath and walked into the cabin.

  Before him was a table, surrounded by five neatly arranged wooden chairs.

  Notably, the five chairs faced the ghostly face on the wall.

  Jake Johnson looked at the table, where a line of scarlet words was written.

  The words were blood-red and reeked of blood.

  "Death is watching you!"

  The words seemed to come alive, slowly wriggling under Jake Johnson's gaze.

  Jake Johnson's stomach churned, and he felt a wave of nausea.

  "One hour. Just have to hold on for one hour." Jake Johnson said through gritted teeth.

  He grabbed an empty chair and sat down, facing the ghost face.

  Actually, Jake Johnson didn't want to sit facing the ghost face, but the chair seemed to be nailed to the floor, and he couldn't move it no matter how hard he tried.

  He had no choice but to sit facing the ghost face.

  "I'll see how you make me kill myself!"

  At this point, Jake Johnson had resigned himself to his fate.

  He admitted that the Death Shack did offer a different haunted house experience!

  The path paved with countless bones, and the corpses hanging in the trees, had awakened the fear buried deep within him, creating a desire to escape.

  But he still didn't have any suicidal thoughts!

  "Heh heh..."

  Just then, a strange sound echoed in the cabin.

  "Who's there!" Jake Johnson suddenly turned his head, looking around, but found nothing.

  But he knew, deep down, that with that chilling laugh, the challenge had officially begun.