Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

The situation in the dilapidated building is uncertain, so it's always good to be cautious.

After arranging everything, Shen Yisui picked up the bowl of dirty water at the door and placed it on his bedside.

Having long since concealed its orange-yellow light, Shen Yisui's use of light saved it some of its energy.

As if sensing something, Shen Yisui looked up in the direction of Gouqie Tousi Sheng as he picked up the book and asked, "Gou System, what happened on the day you helped me rebirth?"

He had kept this matter to himself, but now that he saw that clinging to life was still a viable option, Shen Yi finally voiced his doubts from that day.

"...Please don't call me that, thank you." The creature hesitated for a moment before carefully speaking, "Actually, we encountered another system. That system sensed our presence and launched an attack on us first."

Shen Yisui was somewhat surprised upon hearing this: "There are other systems in this world?"

“That’s right.” The tone of the man who had been living a life of ignominy shifted to an extremely serious one. “There are other systems in your world, but I don’t know what their specific abilities are.”

"Two systems cannot coexist in the same world, and moreover, from my observation, its capabilities are not weak, so we should avoid it when we encounter it."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yisui slowly frowned, then stealthily flew to his side and patted his head reassuringly: "But you don't need to worry about any of this, I'm still here! If it appears, I'll deal with it! You just need to stay put!"

Shen Yisui: "..."

Shen Yisui was skeptical of the ability to survive by any means necessary, but the system's power far exceeded his imagination. He only pondered for a moment and did not pursue the matter further.

"Alright, then I'll leave that to you for now." Shen Yi picked up the book, keeping an eye on the movements outside the door. He really didn't have time to devote any more energy to anything other than Cheng Jingyi.

Shen Yisui opened the book in his hand.

This book, which curses Shen Yisui from the very beginning, has very few readable sentences.

Swallowing needles, sewing up mouths, burning...

These chaotic and bloody words piled up together, as if forming a book of curses.

The object of the curse and hatred within is Shen Yisui himself.

Shen Yisui recalled the past and realized that he never knew that someone could hate him to this extent.

This orphanage is a bleeding garden. Everyone must wear ballet tutus and dance. On the leaves, on the petals, on the rose thorns.

Why not cry? Why laugh? I can hear you crying, you are all crying.

[I don't want to be here, and I know you don't want to be either. Why can't we escape together? Shen Yisui... I helped you. You promised me we'd go together.]

I saw it... I saw it... in the vice dean's office. You were kneeling in front of him, and he was unbuckling his belt...

Shen Yisui paused, his fingertips tracing the text on the page. His gray pupils trembled slightly, and he hesitated for a second or two before continuing to trace the Braille.

You said you didn't want to bleed. How ridiculous of me, I actually felt sorry for you.

[It was so cold, and you were wearing so little, your pants were covered in blood. Your eyes were swollen from crying, and as I held you, I felt like even the crows on the telephone poles were crying for you. What should we do? Shen Yisui… what should we do?]

I want to save you. We're good friends, and I want to save you. I've already planned everything for you. We'll follow the thorn wall; there's a hole there, we just need to crawl through...

Why did you betray me?

You liar. All of this planning was for you.

You lied.

You lied!

Shen Yisui suddenly heard a bell ringing outside the door. A chill ran through him, and he quickly pulled his fingertips away from the book as if pricked by needles.

Cheng Jingyi's footsteps gradually faded away, and soon after, Shen Yisui heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

He was just passing by Shen Yisui's room.

Shen Yisui gathered his thoughts, his fingertips hovering over the book, hesitating to press on the paper.

Orphanage...

Vice Dean...

good friend……

Those distant faces flashed before Shen Yisui's eyes one by one, their original appearances blurred by the passage of time.

Shen Yisui seemed to be covered by an invisible layer of frost. He subconsciously covered his face and closed his eyes tightly.

"Shen Yisui... Shen Yisui... Shen Yisui!"

The creature called out twice in Shen Yisui's ear, causing Shen Yisui to pause and then open his eyes again: "...What's wrong?"

"I was just about to ask you what's wrong!" Gouqietousheng circled around Shen Yisui. "What's wrong? You don't look well. Did you eat expired food and now you have diarrhea?"

Shen Yisui: "...No."

After a few moments of hesitation, it stopped urging Shen Yisui to continue reading, intending to give him some time to process what it had to say.

Shen Yisui's mind was in a daze. He closed the book and stuffed it back into the corner under the bed.

Footsteps could be heard outside from time to time, but Shen Yi remained motionless on the bed.

A chill, rising from nowhere, filled his limbs. Shen Yisui felt the gaping hole in his chest hurt even more, as if it were tearing his body in two and throwing it into the machine to be crushed into dust.

After a few calm seconds, Shen Yisui stood up again, put away the bell behind the doorknob, and casually placed it on the bedside table.

The footsteps outside hadn't stopped, so Shen Yi closed his eyes and covered himself with a blanket.

Cheng Jingyi was still wandering around outside.

This was the fourth time he had come out to use the restroom that night. Cheng Jingyi only made a token appearance in the bathroom before passing by Shen Yisui's room again.

He didn't try to hide himself when he came out these past few times; his footsteps were obvious. He knew that Shen Yisui was the most sensitive one.

Cheng Jingyi's frequent outings these past few days have probably made him so nervous that he can't sleep at night.

Cheng Jingyi deliberately stepped heavily on the floor. As he passed through the hall again, he slowly shone his flashlight across the floor.

A few drops of dark red bloodstains remained in the crack of the door.

Cheng Jingyi paused, his hands moving slightly. He approached the crack in the door and stared intently at the dark red liquid inside. Due to the prolonged exposure and extremely low temperature, the blood on it had already congealed.

Cheng Jingyi dipped his fingertip in the blood and held it under his nose. The smell was so foul that he knew it was the blood of some zombie as soon as he smelled it.

The taste... was very similar to that of the zombie corpses he encountered today.

Cheng Jingyi frowned and looked around. The corridor was empty and completely dark, with only the beam of a flashlight illuminating a small area covered in moss and with cracks and black marks on the walls.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Cheng Jingyi's eyes. He stood up, moved the iron door next to him to the doorway, and closed it. Still feeling uneasy after everything was over, he went to the back and pushed the sofa behind the door as well.