Infinite: Dawn Game

The wait should have been long, but for the players at that moment, it felt like it was going by incredibly fast. Why did five minutes pass so quickly?!

As the countdown ticked down, Xu Han, behind the curtains, watched the five players holding their "pets" and couldn't help but whisper a question.

"Shouldn't they know that 'pets' shouldn't be over-protected?"

Why would you still hold those "pets" that might "kill their master" at any moment?

“…” He Lingling lowered her eyes slightly, “They are gambling.”

"bet?"

“Hmm.” He Lingling nodded and said, “They’re betting that their ‘pet’ won’t be overused tonight.”

After all, before "pets" were overused and used in bizarre ways, they were genuinely capable of saving lives.

"...This is a gamble with my life..."

Xu Han was somewhat incredulous, "Aren't they afraid their pets might suddenly turn into monsters?"

There is no other way.

He Lingling looked down at the black cat peeking out of her pocket, reached out and nudged its head further in, and whispered:

"Those who have no props have no choice but to gamble with their own lives."

What if you win the bet?

What if the "pet" doesn't turn into a monster before dawn?

Then I can safely get through another night, right?

...These are the things that these players are thinking.

They were just ordinary people, with very few tools or even any special skills. All they had to rely on was their own "life"...

He Lingling didn't really understand this game instance.

Calling it a chase game instance doesn't quite fit, since the boss behind the scenes doesn't seem to intend to spare their lives. If that were the case, the chase should have been announced before the game started, so they would at least have something to look forward to.

but no.

Similarly, without a specific timeframe for the game chase, it would be difficult for them to treat this game instance as a regular "chase game".

Of course, only players who have the items have time to think about these things.

These ordinary players in front of us, who can only gamble with their lives, probably haven't thought about this point yet.

"..."

Xu Han fell silent.

He stared blankly at the players gathered not far from the vase-wearing waiter, his heart pounding harder and harder.

boom!

bang bang-

Xu Han lowered his head, his lips pressed tightly together.

He's feeling a bit uneasy now.

That unease wasn't about my future, but rather an indescribable, intangible unease that I couldn't even grasp.

Xu Han suddenly realized that he had always been very lucky.

Even though he was plagued by illness and abandoned by his father in reality, he had the best and most loving mother in the world. So even though he was unable to walk in the end due to his physical condition, he was still "luckier" than most people... Not to mention that after he died and entered the Dawn Game, he was picked up by Ange after only completing one official game instance.

Anjie and Chen Yi gave him the greatest possible "ability" to survive.

He's quite lucky.

He possesses a vast array of props, which Anjie and Chen Yi would provide even if Anjie and Chen Yi were no longer available. While not unlimited, these props have indeed brought him immense benefits.

That's why Xu Han can remain so "naive".

He always knew that Dawn Game wasn't a place for naive, innocent, and virtuous people.

But Xu Han stayed there for a very long time. An Jie and Chen Yi always stood behind him. Apart from occasionally scolding him for being disappointing, they would never actually put him in danger.

That's why Xu Han can always be so "happy".

And now...

Xu Han's eyes trembled. "...We can't be discovered."

He Lingling didn't hear his voice clearly. "Huh? What did you say?"

Xu Han remained silent.

He pressed his trembling lips tightly together and peered through the gap in the curtains toward the restaurant entrance.

Even though the five players were reluctant for time to pass, the five minutes were almost up.

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"Something's wrong."

Chen Yi was walking ahead when he suddenly stopped.

Yu Shijiu, who was slowly following behind, looked up and yawned:

"What's wrong, Brother Chen? I feel like something's really going on."

Even so, Lu Chusheng, who was beside him, noticed that Yu Shijiu's body suddenly tensed up.

He was... wary of something.

Lu Chusheng's dark green pupils flickered slightly, and he slowly lowered his head to lick the fur on his hand.

—What's wrong with cats? Why do they always unconsciously want to lick their fur?

Lu Chusheng was somewhat irritated.

"..." Chen Yi frowned as he looked at the still blood sausages around him and the wriggling brains on the ceiling.

"The countdown is over, the corridor shouldn't be this quiet..."

Not to mention they all brought their "pets".

Wait, "pet"?

Chen Yi suddenly remembered something and quickly looked down at the inside pocket of his coat.

When Chen Yi saw the white cat still sleeping soundly in the inside pocket, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Perhaps the people upstairs are going to start first?"

Yu Shijiu boldly raised a reasonable doubt, "After all, we also came down from the fourth floor yesterday."

"...At that time, players on other floors were also being chased."

Chen Yi had a headache. While responding, he rubbed his sore brow bone and suddenly remembered what he had seen in the blood gel layer last night.

...Those things covered by thick blood glue appeared to be some paper and newspapers.

Chen Yi didn't see it clearly last night. He should have seen it under the blood glue on the second-floor floor, but he couldn't quite remember the floor number.

Chen Yi sighed.

I feel like I might really be getting old.

If Anjie knew about this idea, she'd probably slap him a few times.

If you're considered old in your thirties, then what about those players in their fifties and sixties who are still struggling to survive in the game? Wouldn't they just die already?

"Then it might just be that we were lucky."

Yu Shijiu shrugged and casually reached out to grab his messy hair, making it look even more like a chaotic black chicken coop.

Lu Chusheng looked up at the boy's messy, unkempt hair and slowly licked his teeth.

Captain Lu has a slight case of obsessive-compulsive disorder; he currently wants to lick Yu Shijiu's hair smooth with his tongue.

Realizing what he was thinking, Lu Chusheng froze, feeling as if his mind had truly been assimilated by Feifei.

(The still-sleeping Fatty: "???")

"...makes sense."

Chen Yi hadn't thought of that. He smiled and said, "Maybe I'm being too pessimistic."

Perhaps they were indeed blessed with a brief moment of "luck".

Should we continue to the restaurant?

Yu Shijiu said, "Xu Han and Sister Lingling must be getting a little impatient, right?"