Infinite: Dawn Game

No one knows why the nun entered the game.

Apart from certain high-ranking members of the Black Robe Church.

Only players of Zhou Yuanyang's caliber would know this.

Zhou Yuan looked up at the nun on the screen, who was leading Mu Gui around the room, and the silver eyes on her half-undamaged face slowly turned.

He beckoned his subordinate players over and said casually, "Did the guild master allow the nun to enter the game?"

The subordinate player knelt on one knee and said, "Yes, the guild leader said to let Sister enter the game to recruit that new player who has been very popular recently."

Strictly speaking, Yu Shijiu is indeed a new player, but this new player is much more capable than some veteran players.

Zhou Yuanyang stroked the large centipede's body between his fingers, causing the other to tremble and bite down on its own flesh without letting go.

"...President," Zhou Yuanyang said slowly, feeling the biting pain on his fingertips.

Did you say anything else?

"This……"

The subordinate player looked somewhat embarrassed and shook his head. "I don't know."

"..."

The room fell silent again, save for the rustling sound of the giant centipede slowly crawling and gnawing at flesh.

The subordinate player received no response and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. Just as he was about to lose control and kneel down, Zhou Yuan's sigh came from above.

"never mind."

Zhou Yuanyang closed his eyes. "Go out and close the door tightly."

"Yes!"

The subordinate player breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly got up and left the room.

Zhou Yuanyang leaned back on the sofa, staring at the nun and pastor on the screen, a cold smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

“Sure enough,” Zhou Yuanyang raised his hand and gently kissed the antennae on the centipede’s head, mumbling indistinctly:

"The president still doesn't quite trust me."

In response, the giant centipede suddenly raised its tentacles and viciously bit down on his lips.

As the sweet, metallic scent of blood filled his mouth, Zhou Yuanyang let out a satisfied laugh.

"Great."

Zhou Yuanyang affectionately raised his hand, lifting the long body of the red-headed centipede high, leaving only its head and mouthparts biting his lips.

"You're starting to become more active."

Zhou Yuanyang said, "Does this mean that everything I've done has been useful?"

The antennae on the top of the red-headed centipede's head twitched rapidly and then slowly straightened.

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"Hey."

A boy in a hospital gown leaned over the balcony window and waved to a passing teenager below through the security bars.

"What are you going to do?"

Below the window, a young man who had just walked to the trash can to throw away his trash looked up. His face, backlit, was blurred, and his features were not very clear.

“Throwing out the trash.”

The boy raised the black garbage bag in his hand, his words concise and to the point.

"...to throw away the trash."

The boy pouted boredly, "Where's Fatty? Didn't you say you'd take good care of it? I haven't seen it today?"

"...It's in the hospital."

The young man, whose face was not visible, paused for a moment before saying, "Lai Bao's leg has some problems."

"what?!"

The boy instantly stood up straight, pounding on the security window in disbelief, and shouted:

"How could Feifei get sick?! It was so healthy! Was it you? Did you not want to keep it anymore and then throw it out so it got run over by a car?!"

youth:"……"

He sighed helplessly, while the agitated boy across the floor and by the window earnestly explained.

"It was an old injury I sustained while I was homeless. I didn't notice it at first, but it was discovered and treated after I went to the hospital for a checkup."

“Also,” the young man, whose features were obscured, seemed to frown, “don’t get too close to the window, it’s dangerous.”

The boy paused in his pounding on the security window, then slowly took a step back, his emotions surprisingly calming down in that brief moment.

"Yeah……"

The boy pursed his lips slightly. "Then I'll thank you on behalf of Fatty."

"Thank me?"

The young man chuckled. "How do you plan to thank me?"

"..."

This question really stumped the boy. He hesitated for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and shouting to the young man downstairs.

"I have a very, very small cake. It's very sweet. An intern secretly gave it to me. I can give it to you."

After saying that, before the young man could reply, the boy quickly jumped off the windowsill and lay down in the place where he had hidden the small cake.

Actually, he had nowhere to hide the cake.

To be precise, the boy, who lived (and was imprisoned) in the sanatorium for many years, did not have any private space to put his things. The only place he used to hide the cake was the small gap between the foot of the bed and the cabinet.

The gap is quite small, so even if a doctor or nurse comes in to give him an injection or medication, they can't see it at first glance.

The boy hid his tiny cake, which he hadn't even taken a bite of, in this narrow crevice.

He also covered the cake with a piece of paper to cover the dust.

He took the white paper, glanced coldly at the closed ward door next to him, grabbed the small cake, and ran to the window.

"here!"

Seeing that the young man under the window hadn't left yet, the boy waved happily and whispered to him:

"I haven't eaten any cake yet, you can have it all."

Before the young man could speak, he hesitated and added:

"Could you please have Feifei get a check-up? It's so thin, almost as thin as me."

The boy gestured with his hand to indicate the kitten's body, then pouted and said:

"No, it's all bones and worms, and it looks even thinner than me."

Below the window, the young man looked at the boy who was leaning against the edge of the security window, his gaze lingering for a moment on the boy's red and swollen hand.

This is what the boy left when he banged on the security window.

"……it is good."

The young man nodded in agreement.

The boy smiled happily, his eyes crinkling. "Thank you, catch it! I'm going to throw the cake now. It's my only cake, and if it falls to the ground, I won't have anything left to give you..."

He said a lot, and just as he was about to throw the cake, the young man suddenly shook his head at him.

"Need not."

Sunlight streamed in from above the narrow, towering alleyway, illuminating the rotting, foul-smelling garbage dump and the young man's body and face—

The boy was taken aback.

Perhaps because of the sunlight, the young man's face gradually became clearer, revealing his handsome features and aloof expression...

She is a very good-looking person.

The boy thought.

A good-looking person gave him a slight smile.

"you eat."

"I don't like sweets."

"...Is the cake sweet?"

"Yeah, very sweet."

"really?"

"real."

"..."

Yu Shijiu finally struggled to open his eyes from his dream.

He sat up abruptly in bed, taking deep breaths while his heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his throat.

What's going on? In my dream, that person's face looked so much like mine, so much like mine—

Boom boom boom!

It was the sound of someone knocking on the door.