Infinite: Dawn Game

Unexpectedly, He Lingling stretched out her index finger and shook it:

"NONONO! How could you think of me like that?!" He Lingling looked somewhat angry.

"I'm not one of those crazy people who like to mess with new players. I just really like you."

Yu Shijiu was speechless for a moment, then politely declined this seemingly overly enthusiastic affection:

"...I'm sorry, but I might not like your gender."

Since he was thirteen, Yu Shijiu had vaguely realized that his sexual orientation was a bit strange. In the eyes of the public, he should feel a kind of pleasure similar to the secretion of hormones when he is attracted to girls who look pretty and cute or gentle and sweet.

Unfortunately, Yu Shijiu felt that he was not interested in this. Rather than fantasizing about dating and falling in love with a girl, he found that he would rather sit alone by the window, thinking about how to kill Liang Guodong.

The girl was fragile and beautiful to him, but in reality, there were quite a few girls with strong personalities. Yu Shijiu had a good impression of them, but he didn't have any thoughts of "being moved" or anything like that.

"..."

He Lingling was clearly taken aback by his words, then gave him a knowing look:

"I know I know."

For some reason, He Lingling's smile looked a bit strange. If Yu Shijiu had to describe it, he thought it was a bit like lewdness.

Yu Shijiu: "...!"

How could I possibly use the word "creepy" to describe a girl?

He Lingling had no idea she had been labeled a "sleazy woman," and she couldn't stop laughing.

"Please, I really don't have those kinds of thoughts about you, okay? It's just a simple team up to run a dungeon. Come on, how about we add each other as friends? You should have your own system too, right..."

Just as He Lingling was smiling and preparing to exchange contact information with Yu Shijiu, the sound of chasing and running suddenly rang out in the square behind her.

"stop!"

A male player, soaked in blood and wearing a maniacal, twisted smile, was running towards the two of them, carrying a large pile of what looked like banknotes.

The male player's eyes were bloodshot, his eye bags were almost drooping to his chin, and he had severe dark circles. At that moment, he looked like a complete lunatic.

He ran incredibly fast, a speed far exceeding that of a human runner. As he ran, he kept looking back, and his expression grew increasingly arrogant as he saw that the men in black uniforms couldn't catch him.

"Hahahaha, with Lu Chusheng gone, who can catch me? Hahahaha!!!"

As he laughed, a lot of banknotes fell from his arms with a clatter, but he didn't bother to look at them.

"Another crazy one."

He Lingling clicked her tongue in disapproval and gestured for Yu Shijiu to move aside as well.

"Don't let him touch you, he's filthy."

Yu Shijiu took a few steps back, watching the obviously crazy player run closer and closer, his interest growing stronger.

What is in his hand?

“Points vouchers,” He Lingling said lazily, leaning against the wall and twirling a strand of hair over her shoulder.

"It's the money we use in real life, and it's also the points we get after completing a game, except,"

She gestured with her chin toward the crowd across the square, her tone mocking:

“Some players who are afraid of dying in the game will be deliberately grouped together to gamble. They usually bet on some old players or interesting new players. As long as the other party survives, they can get a lot of points.”

"Points can be exchanged for points. As long as you keep winning, you can live happily in town without even entering game instances, just by relying on the points you win."

He Lingling let out a soft "ah" and said with a smile:

"It looks like a very profitable business."

"Really? What if we lose?"

He Lingling: "Then go into the game and make money. It's not that easy to survive here."

Yu Shijiu leaned against the wall, the sunlight casting a hazy, drifting shadow on him, but without any warmth.

The sunlight in this town is fake.

Yu Shijiu hadn't missed the name the player had just called out, and asked curiously:

Who is Lu Chusheng?

He Lingling's expression visibly froze, and a hint of caution appeared in her eyes:

"Once you participate in the official game, the system will completely refresh the points leaderboard, popularity leaderboard, etc... Lu Chusheng, he's a monster who dominates the top spot on the entire leaderboard—"

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire interrupted He Lingling's explanation of science and also instantly diverted Yu Shijiu's attention.

Not far away, the player who had been so frantic just moments before was shot in the back of the knee and fell to the ground. Before he could even struggle to his feet, another bullet pierced his other leg.

The male player collapsed to the ground, unable to move. The points he had snatched were scattered all over the ground. He could only bend over, hug his legs, and scream in agony, not daring to look up at all.

At the street corner, a tall man dressed in black was wiping the slightly hot muzzle of his gun with his head down, without looking up.

"What a coincidence!" He Lingling exclaimed. "What's that saying again? Speak of the devil, and he appears!"

Yu Shijiu didn't say anything.

Several men dressed in black, similar to uniforms, arrived late. When they saw Lu Chusheng cleaning his gun, they trembled and immediately stood up straight, bowing their heads and calling for help.

"Brother Lu."

Lu Chusheng didn't speak. He put the pistol back into its holster at his waist, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and gave a faint "hmm."

"what happened?"

The men recounted what had just happened in hushed tones, and one of them couldn't help but say:

"His innate skill should be acceleration-related; today, the speed-type team members in the inspection team went on break for their shift..."

"..."

Yu Shijiu has excellent eyesight. From his position, he can see that Lu Chusheng's profile is very handsome, and it seems to conform to the mainstream aesthetic standards of the real world.

This idea was confirmed when Lu Chusheng looked up.

Lu Chusheng looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had a cold and aloof appearance, thin lips, and icy eyes that seemed to carry a thin layer of cold light when he looked at people, like a knife.

Seemingly sensing that someone was watching him, Lu Chusheng looked over at Yu Shijiu.

Yu Shijiu did not avoid the question. He smiled at Lu Chusheng, his lips unconsciously forming a whistling arc.

Looking at it this way, Lu Chusheng not only fits the public's aesthetic standards, but also quite aligns with my own.

Yu Shijiu lowered his eyes, his clear amber eyes swirling with an infinitely strange light.

Seeing that it was just a thin boy, as thin as a kitten, staring at him, Lu Chusheng didn't take it seriously.

He withdrew his gaze and gave a cold look at the male player dragging his broken legs on the ground, and said in a cold voice:

"Take him back and lock him up for a few days."

The group of people in front of them breathed a sigh of relief, agreed, and then dragged the struggling and screaming male player away.

Because the male player was being too noisy, one of them, fed up, pulled out a piece of cloth and stuffed it into the male player's mouth, warning him that if he spoke again, they would cut off his tongue.

The male player instantly fell silent.