Infinite: Dawn Game

After the man finished speaking, he slowly turned around.

Wu Ge quickly knelt down and began arranging roses by the door, saying to He Lingling and the others:

“Go, stay with Mr. Yao, he will tell you what the work is like on the ship.”

After saying that, Angkor said no more and lowered his head to carefully arrange the roses.

"..."

He Lingling and the other two exchanged glances, responded softly, and followed the man ahead, clutching their belongings.

Behind him, Angkor slowly raised his head after noticing the group's footsteps getting further and further away.

On his dark face, which was always frowning and showing impatience, the deep lines of his wrinkles were faintly visible under the light, as if something white was slowly wriggling.

"...Live well."

Angkor continued to bow his head and repeat the actions he was performing.

Not far away, the three female players following behind Mr. Yao looked at the crowds of people coming and going, chatting, laughing, dancing, or clinking glasses, and felt a little uneasy.

As she moved away from the gate, He Lingling glanced back.

Beside the gate, vibrant red roses were arranged on the ground by Angkor Wat into an extremely beautiful flowerbed, the bright petals shimmering with a magnificent red light under the lamplight.

The door was slowly closing. Through the door, which wasn't quite closed yet, He Lingling saw Wu Ge squatting on the ground, bending down to pick up the shattered pieces of a wine glass.

boom--

The faint sound of the door closing reached He Lingling's ears, but she felt as if her heart had been struck by something.

Angkor's dark faces, skin marked by hard work, and hunched, deformed figures...

He Lingling pursed her lips.

She silently observed the men and women around her, who were dancing slowly to the music, and a feeling of inferiority and envy rose in her heart that she herself could hardly describe.

Feeling inferior and envious?

He Lingling had only ever envied others who could see the world when she was blind; she had almost forgotten that bittersweet feeling that made her feel inferior.

Unexpectedly, she relived the experience in this instance.

"Do you see it?"

Mr. Yao, who was walking ahead, greeted a man he knew and then turned around with a smile and winked at the three of them.

"As long as you behave well and don't say anything out of line, and don't refuse these guests' requests, you can also receive their equal attention, just like I do."

"..."

He Lingling forcefully banished the inferiority complex that didn't belong to her from the bottom of her heart, and smiled somewhat embarrassedly upon hearing this.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Yao."

Another female player also expressed her gratitude.

Only Shi Yuan turned his head to look at the magnificent decorations around him, which were completely different from those on the first floor of the ship, and his expression was somewhat complicated.

Mr. Yao was visibly displeased that he did not hear a response from Shi Yuan.

But when he saw Shi Yuan's "envious" look as he looked around, his displeasure slowly disappeared.

"Isn't the environment here nice?"

Mr. Yao turned towards Shi Yuan, leaned close to his ear, and whispered:

"The first deck is where the lower classes live. If you are willing to obey, I can guarantee that you can live on the second deck."

Shi Yuan, whose thoughts were interrupted, turned his head to look at him.

“Of course,” Mr. Yao shrugged, “it can only be the time we’re at sea.”

He Lingling and the other female player looked at Shi Yuan with concern.

Perhaps because there were no familiar companions around, the female player approached He Lingling and whispered:

"Should we help?"

He Lingling glanced at her. "Help with what?"

The female player was stunned for a moment, "Yes, it's about helping her, helping her..."

Yeah, how can we help her?

So far, nothing dangerous has been seen. The only thing that doesn't look like a good thing, Mr. Yao, is also in a human state for the time being.

"..."

The female player stuttered.

She realized that Shi Yuan really didn't need any help.

Shi Yuan didn't notice He Lingling and the other woman's whispers. She quietly looked at Mr. Yao, who was close to her ear, and her gaze lingered for a moment on his barely handsome face before she smiled.

"Okay."

When Shi Yuan smiled, almost all of his facial features changed; it was a little sweet, but also a little... eerily incongruous.

"Thank you, Mr. Yao."

They're all women... Shi Yuan isn't some clueless fool. Even if Mr. Yao didn't say it so explicitly, he understood the meaning.

He Lingling frowned upon hearing this, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

I like smart people.

Mr. Yao's face lit up instantly. He affectionately touched Shi Yuan's face and was even more pleased when the other person smiled sweetly.

"After you change your clothes, I'll take you to meet and chat with the guests."

"As for you two..."

Mr. Yao turned his head and looked He Lingling and the female player up and down, then hesitated for a moment:

"You can familiarize yourselves with the environment tonight. I'll take you to meet the guests tomorrow."

"...I'll listen to Mr. Yao."

He Lingling and the other woman nodded and silently followed Mr. Yao as they continued walking forward.

As they walked through the dance floor where dancers were gracefully moving, and past the tables laden with various delicacies and fine wines, He Lingling and the others saw the raised display stand at the very top of the magnificent Huada dance floor as they turned a corner.

A piano, pure white and understated, sits atop the arched display stand, while a woman in a white silk dress with long, flowing hair stands with her back to them.

The girl in the white dress lowered her head, her slender, pale fingers dancing nimbly across the black and white piano keys, as soft and beautiful music flowed out and poured into the vast dance floor.

As Mr. Yao led He Lingling and the other two away, they all turned around and glanced at the girl in the white dress who was playing the piano.

The girl in the white dress, with her back to them, was immersed in the music. Her fingers danced faster and faster, and the arc of her raised arms grew larger and larger. As her movements became increasingly frenzied, the originally gentle music gradually became more intense and dramatic.

As the music changed, the men and women who had been slowly embracing and dancing on the dance floor also switched to more vigorous dances to match the music.

Wow!

The girl in the white dress pressed down hard on a series of long, heavy notes, and her drooping, fair neck made a series of cracking sounds.

Then, she slowly raised her head, her fingers continuing to dance rapidly across the piano keys, but her head was twisted 180 degrees to look at the departing figures of Mr. Yao and his three companions.

Clang—clang—clang clang clang—! ! ! ! ! ! !

The girl in the white dress began to "smile" from her delicate and beautiful features.

She tore open her mouth, revealing a scarlet membrane of flesh at the corner of her lips, and dark liquid dripped down her torn skin onto the raised, white display stand.

She opened her mouth, but then spat out even more black liquid.

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—tick tock—

The sound of the liquid falling was drowned out by the rousing music.

As the rhythm of the dance and the music reached its climax, the women's earrings adorned with coral and diamonds and the men's raised cufflinks pierced the music, transforming it into a decadent, pungent affair.