Infinite: Dawn Game

As he spoke, the man with the pointed beak suddenly clenched his fist with the hand that wasn't holding the recovery potion and slammed it down on the skinny boy in front of him with a force that could smash his head open.

The one-armed man's eyes widened as he struggled to get up to block the pointed-mouthed man's punch, but because he only had one hand, he couldn't muster any strength.

Many people around were watching what was happening. When they saw the man with the pointed mouth swinging his fists at people, some people looked hesitant but dared not stop him, while most people watched the scene with a look of amusement.

"Serves him right. He interfered for no reason, and now he's gotten beaten up."

"Exactly, they're so poor they're living in 'cocoon-shaped inns,' yet they still dream of getting ahead. What idiots."

"Forget it, he's just a kid. I don't even know if his body can withstand that punch. We might not even be able to afford recovery pills afterwards..."

"..."

The whispers of the people around him reached the sharp-mouthed man's ears, and he laughed even more wildly, as if he could already see the scene of the boy opposite him being beaten to the ground and begging for mercy.

Everyone thought so, including the one-armed man still struggling on the ground.

"Holy crap—"

But unexpectedly, it was the man with the pointed beak who screamed.

"Pfft" sound.

Yu Shijiu drew the fruit knife, slowly twirled the blood-stained silver blade, and his smile grew even brighter:

"Oh, I'm so sorry,"

The boy licked his dry lips, his voice sweet:

"I forgot to put the fruit knife away."

The man with the pointed mouth had his entire right hand pierced by a fruit knife, and scarlet blood was slowly flowing out of the wound, almost soaking through his clothes.

"Fuck you, you brat—"

The man with the pointed beak roared, sweating profusely from the pain, but he only dared to utter a curse after taking several steps back.

"It's nothing," Yu Shijiu shrugged generously, "You're welcome to fuck my grandpa as much as you want, but..."

The boy blinked, his thick eyelashes fluttering slightly, giving him an inappropriate air of obedience and excitement:

"I chopped off my grandpa's head. If you want to go find him, do you need my help?"

That bastard Liang Guodong deserved to be killed.

Pointy-mouthed man: "..."

The other players around were stunned: "..."

The sharp-mouthed man was clearly frightened by the boy's words. Many curses swirled in his throat, but he only managed a single, gritting curse:

"Damn it! Madman!"

Just as he was about to leave, Yu Shijiu called him back.

"Hey," Yu Shijiu shouted, "Leave the recovery potion. Is it yours to take it?"

The sharp-beaked man, who had originally intended to run away with the recovery potion, was speechless.

He wanted to run forward without a care in the world, but he was worried about running into this madman somewhere, so he could only muster up his courage and throw the recovery potion behind him.

—As for whether the recovery potion will be broken, that's none of his business.

The recovery potion rolled along the ground and stopped right at Yu Shijiu's feet.

Yu Shijiu didn't miss the sharp-mouthed man's muttered curse of "madman," and her eyes were faintly red.

You're crazy...

Yu Shijiu bit his tongue, the pain briefly clearing his mind for a few seconds. He then bent down, picked up the recovery potion, and handed it to the one-armed man behind him who had finally stood up with the help of the "cocoon shop".

"...Thank you, thank you."

The man with the missing arm tremblingly accepted the recovery serum, nodding repeatedly.

However, even though he accepted the knife, the one-armed man looked at the boy staring at him, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the boy's hand, which was still holding the fruit knife.

The fruit knife was still dripping with blood from the sharp-tongued man's palm...

The man with the missing arm trembled even more.

Why don’t you drink?

Yu Shijiu was puzzled as to why the other party hadn't drunk the recovery potion yet. His gaze lingered on the other party's trembling hands for a few seconds before he suddenly realized what was going on.

The next second, Yu Shijiu took the recovery potion and, as the one-armed man's eyes widened, twisted open the cap and handed it to him:

"It's open, drink up."

Drink it quickly; he also wants to see if the recovery potion can make his arm grow back.

The man with the missing arm instinctively took the opened recovery potion, cautiously glanced at Yu Shijiu opposite him, and when he realized that the other party was still looking at him, he was so frightened that he drank the entire bottle of recovery potion in one gulp.

"Cough...cough..."

Because he drank too quickly, the one-armed man bent over and coughed after finishing his drink.

Yu Shijiu took a few steps back and leaned against his "cocoon shop" to look at the severed limb of the man with the missing arm.

The healing agent worked quickly; the bleeding at the severed man's wound stopped rapidly. Then, flesh-colored, vein-like structures began to grow at an eerie speed, surrounding the severed area layer by layer, and the bloody wound was soon covered by flesh.

Perhaps because the man with the missing arm was so badly injured, the process lasted for about two minutes, unlike Yu Shijiu's burns which healed almost instantly.

However, this shows that the recovery agent cannot regrow a severed arm.

Yu Shijiu was a little disappointed, but then she thought about it and realized it made sense.

It's only 100 points. If it could regenerate a player's lost limbs, that would be too overpowered.

The man with the missing arm looked much better after his wounds healed. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the boy who was no longer staring at him. His gaze lingered on the boy's youthful and thin face for a few seconds.

Those few seconds reminded him of his daughter.

His daughter is sixteen years old, so she should be about the same age as the boy who stood up for him...

"Child, child," the one-armed man was actually a little scared because Yu Shijiu had pierced the sharp-mouthed man's palm without blinking.

But then I thought about how young the boy in front of me was.

The one-armed man's eyes softened considerably: "Uncle will treat you to a meal."

Yu Shijiu, who was immersed in the thought of how many points she could get to regenerate her severed limb, stared blankly at the man with the severed arm. Just as she realized what he was saying and was about to refuse, her stomach suddenly growled.

Yu Shijiu: "..."

He touched his stomach and belatedly realized that he hadn't eaten since leaving the trial game.

"it is good."

Yu Shijiu habitually flashed a well-behaved smile: "Thank you, Uncle."

The man with the missing arm looked at his smile, and the fear in his heart vanished instantly.

"Come on in, Uncle's treating you to a boxed lunch today..."

Once the one-armed man and Yu Shijiu had walked away into the distance, the other players who had been quiet around them resumed their conversation.

"Such a young man, yet his hands are so vicious..."

"Only those with poison skills can survive better in Dawn of the Game. I wish I could be like him."

"That's true, but think about it, if things continue like this, and this child successfully completes the game and is resurrected, would he still be a normal person after killing so many people?"

“…Never mind,” one player said with a complicated look, “He doesn’t even look like a normal person right now.”

"..."

"Too……"

The players just sighed a few times, but in reality, everyone was very envious.

After all, which of the top 500 players in Dawn Games doesn't have dozens or even hundreds of lives on their hands?

But only in this way can we live better.

Everyone understands this.