Infinite: Dawn Game

Even at this moment, "Mother" still refused to admit her mistake.

Yu Shijiu gazed at the hideous "mother" on the ground and sighed slowly.

"Is that so?"

“It seems you have no intention of repenting,” Yu Shijiu said, looking at the fruit knife in his “mother’s” chest.

"Then go to hell."

The "mother" trembled, her confused mind suddenly clearing, and she instinctively began to beg for mercy:

No, that's not it, what I mean is—

Her response was the soft thud of the fruit knife being plunged deeper into the hole once more.

“It’s late,” Yu Shijiu said with a smile in his eyes. His face was thin and bony, but the curve of his lips was as sweet as honey.

"You don't always have a chance to regret it," the boy said, increasing the pressure in his hand. Accompanied by the "mother's" scream, the fruit knife, which had been tearing through layers of flesh, finally found its "target."

"Is your heart also red?" Yu Shijiu asked curiously.

Because of the growth in his "mother's" body, his entire right arm, which was holding the fruit knife, was almost inserted into her pale, foul-smelling body. The sensation was strange, like a bizarre, sticky feeling as if it were moving between flesh and fascia.

It's just that I feel uncomfortable.

It was also very dirty.

Recalling certain memories, Yu Shijiu's sweet smile faltered slightly before the sharp tip of the fruit knife pierced her "mother's" heart.

The "mother's" pleas for mercy stopped abruptly, replaced by a piercing scream.

It seems that the heart is a relatively important organ, whether in humans or in monsters.

The difference is that a person will die if they lose their heart, but a monster will lose its ability to move if it loses its heart.

This is the conclusion Yu Shijiu reached after picking out "Mother's" heart.

He looked down at the bright red, trembling heart on the tip of the knife, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on the rotting half of the heart.

The rotting heart smelled terrible, with a disgusting stench.

So Yu Shijiu glanced at it a few times and then decisively threw it aside.

The bleeding heart extinguished a small patch of fire for a few seconds before being engulfed by the spreading flames.

On the floor, the "mother," heartless, lay limp. Her long, twisted neck and body were covered in a dense network of bluish-black lividity. She could no longer speak, except—

That face was still gentle and beautiful.

But the "mother" could no longer speak.

Yu Shijiu looked at her face, her legs trembling as she squatted down. She simply knelt down on the ground, ignoring the scorching flames around her, and reached out to touch her "mother's" face.

“It’s beautiful,” Yu Shijiu said softly, holding a dripping fruit knife in her right hand hanging by her side.

“Even now, I still feel like it’s a dream,” the boy blinked wearily, a hint of confusion and relaxation flashing in his beautiful cat-like eyes.

"It was just a madman's last dream after he was shot dead..." Yu Shijiu gently tucked a stray hair behind her mother's ear, completely ignoring the hatred and bloodlust in her eyes.

"But I'm still very happy."

"Mother" opened her mouth, glaring fiercely at Yu Shijiu in front of her, wanting to devour him. But having returned to normal, she could only open her mouth in vain, unable to do anything.

Until Yu Shijiu held the fruit knife to her face, the already dying "mother" suddenly widened her eyes.

“I don’t like you with this face,” Yu Shijiu muttered to himself as he began to trace his “mother’s” face with a fruit knife.

"So, I'm sorry, Mom."

laugh--

The blade sliced ​​through the delicate flesh, and accompanied by the "mother's" silent screams and pain, Yu Shijiu ripped off the face that didn't belong to her.

Strangely enough, the "mother" whose face was peeled off did not shed a single drop of blood. Her fair face, as thin as a silkworm's wing, was perfectly intact after being peeled off, and looked very beautiful in the firelight.

Yu Shijiu looked at the face for a while, then put it in his pocket.

Congratulations to player Yu Shijiu for obtaining the item: Mother's Love.

[Item Description: A mother's love is blissful, joyful, and comforting... but it can also become an inescapable "love" obsession in one's eyes. Note: This item is a limited-time item that changes the user's face for ten minutes (making them the user's beloved "mother"), with a ten-hour cooldown.]

Yu Shijiu paused as he pulled his hand out of his pocket.

This is actually a prop?

_

The players in the lobby looked at each other, and at the same time, they shivered as they stared at the shameless boy on the big screen.

"He beat the game! He actually beat the game..."

One of the veteran players who commented at the beginning muttered to himself, "So you can clear a trial game by killing the boss? Yeah, why didn't I think of that back then..."

"You've cleared the game?" Some new players were still confused and asked.

"He didn't get the game completion page pop up either."

"...That's a stupid question. 'Mother' is almost dead, how can you not clear the game?"

"……All right."

"..."

The new players in the lobby mostly felt admiration, but some of the veteran players didn't look so good.

“This newcomer,” in a room where all the lights were off, an old man in a black robe pointed at Yu Shijiu, who was looking down at the large screen, his voice hoarse and aged:

"Send someone to try and persuade them."

The numerous black-robed figures around him, dressed similarly, stared at Yu Shijiu on the large screen and spoke in unison:

"Yes."

A man in black robes asked, "What if he doesn't come?"

The old man in the black robe at the head of the group looked tremblingly at the newlyweds on the screen. His eyes, hidden beneath the black robe, were narrow and cold, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

"If we can't get it..."

The old man in black robes chuckled briefly, glancing at the black-robed man who had asked the question:

Do I need to teach you?

"..."

No one dared to speak again.

If the newcomer is unwilling to be recruited, then of course he will die.

-

The "mother" revealed her true face after her skin was peeled off.

After removing the face that didn't belong to her, "Mother" was actually not ugly. She was pretty and plain, with no obvious flaws in her features. She was a very ordinary middle-aged woman.

She looks a lot like the boy in the photo.

Strictly speaking, it is the "mother's" son who looks very much like her.

The "mother" seemed to still be breathing. She looked at the burning "home" around her and the culprit in front of her, feeling utterly powerless.

Why...why is this kind of food in my house...?

The eerie, painful, silent scream, which had never experienced setbacks before, was filled with hatred, but the gaze froze in the next second.

“Oh right,” Yu Shijiu cut his finger as he put the “face” into his pocket. He raised an eyebrow slightly as he thought of the photos he had put in his pocket.

"Almost forgot."

Yu Shijiu took out several photos covered with writing. He lowered his head and read the words on them softly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dying "mother" come back to life.

"And...and...and...photos..."

The voice of "Mother" rang out, hoarse and rough, as if she were coughing up blood.

“Give it to me…” Tears streamed down the mother’s face as she trembled and raised her livid, decaying hand:

"Give it to me...please...please..."