Infinite: Dawn Game

Ange was somewhat shocked by this answer.

Does Yu Shijiu actually have a deeper relationship with Lu Chusheng?

She wasn't a simple-minded fool like Xu Han; on the contrary, An Jie considered many things, including but not limited to whether Lu Chusheng had known her in real life before...

The series of emotional thoughts actually lasted less than three seconds. Anjie's polite smile remained unchanged. She accepted the "gift," stepped back, and made room for the guest to enter.

The previous leaderboard champion of Town 7369 in Dawn Game smiled at the current leaderboard champion:

"Captain Lu, how about we come in first and talk?"

Lu Chusheng nodded. "Okay."

As the door to the small villa closed, two players who had been hiding in various corners stood up, exchanged a glance, and looked at each other with unpleasant expressions.

One of the male players rubbed his hair in frustration. "What do we do? Should we go back and tell Bishop Zhou about this?"

Why would Lu Chusheng come looking for such an unknown player?

Why did Yu Shijiu choose to join a small or medium-sized team? They wouldn't be so shocked if he had chosen a medium-sized guild.

"...What can we do if we don't tell you?"

The other person adjusted his hood and sighed:

"Let's go, it'll be dark soon and we won't be able to see anything."

It might even be easy to be discovered.

"..." The male player also pulled up his hood, straightened the wrinkles, and muttered a few times.

"Do we have to go to Bishop Zhou for more medicine again? My calves and feet have been hurting lately..."

"The nun has entered a game instance."

The older man, also a player from the Black Robe Church, awkwardly touched his neck and whispered:

"I don't know if Bishop Zhou has any more medicine."

"...What if I don't have one?"

The male player's eyelids twitched. "Without potions, our bodies—"

"Shh!"

The older man forced a breath through his teeth, and his calloused hand instantly covered the male player's mouth tightly.

"Are you going to die?!"

He muttered angrily to himself about the clueless male player, "Is this something you can say here? Luckily, no one's around, otherwise do you think you have a few lives left to survive the guild leader's clutches?!"

As their eyes met, the male player saw that the other's cloudy whites were filled with bloodshot veins of fear.

"..."

The male player's face turned deathly pale instantly. He had clearly realized something, and a chill ran through him from head to toe.

"I, I forgot..."

"okay!"

The older man tried his best to calm his fear and patted the male player's head hard.

Beneath the black robes that no one could see, the skin on their calves was covered in a dense network of festering sores that itched with every breath they took, like some kind of writhing curse.

This is a side effect of the "potion" that every player who joins the Black Robe Church needs to drink.

The older man scratched his itchy neck in frustration, suppressing his anger as he lectured in a low voice:

"I've told you countless times! Don't talk nonsense! Don't talk nonsense! Don't talk nonsense! Go back and write this sentence down a hundred times, no, a thousand times!"

The male player, who was initially scared, was instantly dumbfounded.

"No, Brother Liu, is this really necessary?"

The older man, called Brother Liu, sneered, "No need? Let's see if you'll still be able to say 'no need' to me after you're dead."

Male player: "..."

He rubbed his calves, which were also starting to itch and ache, shook his head, and whispered:

"Then, I still don't really want to die..."

If he really wanted to die, why would he join the Black Robe Church? He might as well have just gone and died alone, which would have been faster.

"If you don't want to die, go back and study hard, and keep your mouth shut."

"……understood."

The second floor of the small villa.

Anjie watched the two players, dressed in black robes and hoods, sneak away, not caring much as she looked down and wiped her fingertips, which were stained yellow with orange juice.

"What does Captain Lu think?"

"A low-level player in the Black Robe Church."

Lu Chusheng stood beside her, his gaze flashing over the two departing black-robed players, and said with lowered eyes:

"It must be one of Zhou Yuanyang's men."

“Besides Zhou Yuanyang, there’s probably no one else in the Black Robe Church who would use such peaceful methods,” Anjie smiled with her head down.

"..."

Lu Chusheng remained strangely silent for several seconds.

"He's rather soft-hearted."

Lu Chusheng said.

Anjie looked up at Lu Chusheng in surprise, finding it hard to believe that the word "soft-hearted" could be used to describe Zhou Yuanyang.

"It seems that your relationship with Zhou Yuanyang is not as completely broken as the rumors suggest."

Anjie threw the tissue stained with yellow juice into the trash can next to her.

“Even in the past, Zhou Yuanyang was definitely not someone who could be described as soft-hearted.”

"...He's just obsessed."

Lu Chusheng closed his eyes slightly, and for the first time, a look of irritability and helplessness appeared on his cold, pale face.

“If you hadn’t lent him the Oracle of Delphi back then…” Lu Chusheng suddenly stopped, pursing his lips as he met An Jie’s gaze.

"Sorry, I've gone off-topic."

"……fine."

Ange did not show any displeasure; she maintained her smile, only this time, the smile was slightly cold.

Ange was simply thinking about something, not to anyone in particular.

"So, you came to see me this time because of Shi Jiu?"

Anjie inquired.

"……Yes."

Lu Chusheng was very frank, "I want to ask you, why did you choose Yu Shijiu as your teammate?"

"..."

Ange's expression turned cold; she was lost in a hazy memory of the past, but quickly returned to her senses.

"Because of the Oracle of Delphi."

Lu Chusheng's pupils contracted sharply, and in that instant, he could even hear the sound of his blood flowing backwards.

"I know that blindly trusting props is very foolish."

Anjie looked into Lu Chusheng's eyes. Her voice was calm, but it carried an eerie indifference and a barely perceptible tremor.

Call me a coward if you want, call me stupid if you want.

Ange said softly, "But I really don't dare to gamble anymore."

“You know,” Ange said, “besides me, Zhou Yuanyang also took a gamble once.”

"Twice in total."

"A complete failure."

"The people I wanted to save died more, but the people he wanted to save died even more tragically."

"This is the price we pay for our attempts and our predetermined future."

"We all lost our bet."

"..."

The room was eerily quiet.

This two-story villa, detached from the corner of town, is decorated with a lot of items. It looks a bit crowded, with all sorts of little things filling every corner of the living room, like a cramped little dwelling.

But it gives people a very warm feeling.

This contrasts painfully with the stiff and cold state of mind of the two people at this moment.