Infinite: Dawn Game

He Lingling and Xu Han exchanged a glance and, for the first time in unison, took a few steps back.

Xu Han swallowed quietly and whispered, "He's like this, cough, you know, he'll be alright, right?"

Yu Shijiu dares to say this even though it's still in someone else's memory. Is he really not afraid of being exposed by the dean when he goes out...?

He Lingling thought for a moment, "How long can your talent skill be used at least?"

“…Me?” Xu Han looked up with considerable pride: “It can be used for a long time.”

He Lingling gritted her teeth and asked patiently, "...How long is 'a long time'?"

"It depends on your stamina. Minor injuries are fine, but major injuries mean you can only use it three times."

Xu Han didn't hide anything.

He Lingling was slightly taken aback when she heard this, and for the first time, she looked at Xu Han properly for a long time.

A few seconds later, He Lingling patted Xu Han on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"He might go crazy and try to fight the dean... If he gets injured, we'll have to rely on you."

Xu Han: "..."

He shivered as he looked at Yu Shijiu, who was clearly lost in his own emotions.

Why did he feel like he was being used as a blood transfusion bag?

Yu Shijiu paid no attention to the whispered conversation between the two behind him. He could naturally hear the meaning of "going crazy" in He Lingling's words, but he did not want to refute it.

Sometimes, going "crazy" is the only way to survive.

The mosaic blocks began to twitch again, and this time Xue Yan appeared, clearly completely different from before.

Unlike her usual drab cleaning uniform, Xue Yan was wearing the pristine white nurse's uniform that Yu Shijiu had always seen her in.

Xue Yan stood in front of the full-length mirror in the dean's office, her beautiful face filled with a daze. She touched the buttons on her nurse's uniform, her movements slow and gentle, as if recalling her own time as a nurse.

"suitable for you."

Yu Shijiu heard the dean's voice coming from the direction where he was standing. As his view gradually moved closer, the sound of leather shoes kicking echoed in the office.

A pair of man's hands slowly hooked around Xue Yan's waist, and she couldn't help but tremble, the dazed look in her eyes dissipating.

"Too thin."

The dean continued, "I'll speak with the people in the cafeteria, and from now on, your and Xuexue's meals will be prepared according to the dean's specifications—"

"do not want!"

Xue Yan suddenly shouted, then realized something and lowered her voice:

"Dean," Xue Yan said, her head bowed and touching the dean's hand that was hooked around her waist, her voice trembling.

"Let's forget about Xuexue's share. She has a heart condition, and I'm afraid some people's words might upset her..."

Xue Yan said a lot, and the hand around her waist tightened more and more.

Only when Xue Yan had nothing more to say did the dean's voice ring out again:

“Okay,” the dean said with a smile, “I promise you.”

“However,” the dean’s voice was slightly low, as if it were subtly hinting at something, as he loosened and then tightened his grip on Xue Yan’s waist.

Xue Yan stopped talking.

The office was quiet, with only the occasional footsteps of nurses and doctors passing by in the corridor.

This is a compliance test.

Yu Shijiu watched Xue Yan's hands slowly unbuttoning her clothes, his eyes bloodshot yet calm.

In mental hospitals, doctors will offer patients small favors to keep them quiet and obedient; if they don't, they will be punished.

It could be beatings, it could be starvation, or being locked alone in a small, cramped, dark space.

That feeling was unbearable. It was quiet all around, and you could clearly hear your own breathing. No matter where you looked, it was all black, without a single ray of light. In the end, you could even hear your heart pounding rapidly.

Few people can withstand such torment without fear. As time goes by, those locked inside will scratch the door with their fingernails, begging for light in their pain.

When Yu Shijiu was little, he would beg for mercy, but he stopped doing so later.

After all, he was driven mad, wasn't he? How could a madman feel afraid? He should be excited! The more pain, the happier he should be; the more sorrow, the more laughter he should have.

The dean's methods weren't particularly sophisticated, but he had tasted the sweetness of controlling Xue Yan's lifeline, so naturally he wanted to keep Xue Yan firmly in his grasp and prevent her from moving.

This is the mindset of those in positions of power: to gradually erode a person's mind and body just to gain a little control over their tastes.

Yu Shijiu's hands were a little itchy.

He lowered his eyes and gently rubbed the cold goosebumps on his arms caused by the standing hairs, his smile growing wider.

The dean succeeded.

Xue Yan began to unbutton her clothes, and the next second, the clothes fell to the ground, and the mosaic in front of her became chaotic and distorted again.

This time it didn't last long, and the colorful mosaic was reassembled once again.

From the dean's perspective, Yu Shijiu saw a Xue Yan who was completely different from the one he had seen before.

She was groomed by the dean to be his exclusive "lover" according to his own preferences, or perhaps not even a lover, but just a "pet".

Xue Yan began to become arrogant and domineering. She wore high heels and got her nails done. Her makeup became heavier and heavier each time, and her face changed from gentle and beautiful to glamorous and seductive. Xue Xue never called Xue Yan "Mom" in front of others again.

Perhaps because Xue Yan was too obedient, the dean began to miss the Xue Yan who was initially timid and self-conscious. He looked at Xue Yan, who had begun to bend down and flatter him, and reached out to touch her cheek.

"suitable for you."

The dean said.

As the only woman among the three, He Lingling felt utterly disgusted and wanted to vomit. She frowned in disgust and spoke in an annoyed tone:

"It's absolutely disgusting."

Although Xu Han did not speak, he nodded in agreement.

The moment the illusion vanished, Yu Shijiu's smile deepened.

The fruit knife, gleaming with blood, spun rapidly between the boy's fingers, its sharp, cold color dazzling.

“It’s alright,” Yu Shijiu said, turning around. “He won’t survive.”

Although he hadn't found a "weakness" that could kill the dean, Yu Shijiu believed he could still manage a simple act of torture and murder.

Consider it an act of charity.

The illusion dissipated, and the chaotic color blocks surrounding the three of them also disappeared completely. After regaining their footing, they found themselves in the familiar office. A full-length mirror leaned against the wall not far away, gleaming coldly in the lightning.

The dean is missing.

The office door remained tightly closed as before, with no sign of anyone leaving.

"The dean is gone?"

Xu Han was somewhat surprised.

According to the usual plot, shouldn't the Dean have taken advantage of the time they were in the illusion to recover, and then the two sides would fight each other after they came out...?

Why did he suddenly leave?

"No way……"

He Lingling hesitated for a moment. She carefully observed the surroundings and found no corners where anyone or anything seemed to be hiding. She was also somewhat surprised.

Could it be that he's really gone?

Of the three people in the room, only Yu Shijiu remained silent.

Yu Shijiu turned his head to look at the window that seemed to have been shattered by a storm not far away, and for some reason suddenly took a few steps toward it.