Infinite: Dawn Game

The female player's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Alone?"

What kind of player could possibly kill a whole group by themselves?!

The others nodded.

This time, the obviously neurotic male player suddenly let out a strange laugh, and snot and tears streamed down his face:

"Why don't we have this? It's not fair—"

His voice suddenly vanished from his mouth, and a tongue suddenly darted in through the crack in the not-quite-closed window, grabbing the completely insane male player and dragging him out.

The incident happened so suddenly that no one had time to react. By the time the female player was the first to react and wanted to help, the male player had already been dragged halfway down the window. She only managed to touch his feet and stood helplessly by the window with one shoe in her hand.

Beneath the window, a scarlet tongue was stuffed into the male player's wide-open mouth, while several monsters dressed as nurses surrounded him, gnawing at every part of his body.

The male player stared wide-eyed at the female player looking down from the window, his mouth gradually tearing open, tears mixed with blood dripping down his face, dying with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

The players in front of the screen were not surprised by this scene.

Someone, cracking sunflower seeds, said, "He dares to shout and yell so loudly in the middle of the night. It would be crazy for the monster not to kill him."

"But the first night was fine, I guess it gets harder as the days go by."

"It's hard to say. I have a feeling that this is it. Besides, does a monster need a reason to kill? Sometimes, in games with monsters, there are no rules at all. It just depends on whether the monster wants to kill or not."

"..."

"Damn it!" one player cursed, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "Only players like us, who have no way to fight back, can only be killed."

They can be killed at will. In the game, killing those monsters is as easy as chopping up a cabbage. When humans chop up a cabbage, does the cabbage have a chance to fight back?

No.

They didn't either.

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By the window.

The female player clenched her fists, watching as the male player was devoured by the grotesque nurses. Her hands trembled as she closed the window tightly, her voice shaking.

"died,"

The female player's voice trembled slightly:

"Stop talking, or we'll all die."

The remaining players huddled in a corner, trembling with fear, completely unlike their previous energetic selves.

No one can remain calm after witnessing the death of a fellow human being who was alive and kicking just a second ago; at least, they can't.

The female player walked to the corner, squatted down, and hugged her knees. Behind her was a cold wall, and the darkness was so dense that she could barely see her figure. Her bloodshot eyes slowly closed, and as she forced herself to rest, she inevitably recalled the last words spoken by the dead male player.

It's unfair... Yes, it's so unfair.

But in games, besides one's own abilities, luck is also a kind of strength, isn't it?

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Huh-huh-huh-

Cold sweat dripped from Yu Shijiu's forehead. He frowned in his sleep, curled up in a ball clutching the blanket in his arms, and had some difficulty breathing.

He didn't sleep well this time; his aura was extremely cold, a dark shadow hung between his brows, and his already pale lips moved slightly, as if he were muttering something in his sleep.

In the dream, a plump, healthy orange cat was lazily licking its paws on the windowsill, occasionally glancing at the little boy sitting by the window.

The little boy gazed at it, reaching out to pet the cat. His amber eyes shimmered with a translucent light under the setting sun. He grinned, scratching the orange cat's chin, and said:

"Fatty, you've gotten even fatter lately, haven't you? Hmm? Did that guy feed you meat again? No wonder you're so chubby? But it's good to be a little chubby, you'll have more energy..."

The little boy mumbled to himself, then chuckled absently.

"It's been so long since anyone talked to me. Luckily, I have you, Fatty."

The big orange cat looked up at the thin little boy in front of it, and suddenly licked the boy's arm, which was covered with needle marks.

Warm, soft, with slightly prickly barbs, a very strange yet gentle lick.

The boy suddenly perked up: "It's okay, as long as I get out, I can kick all those people out of Mom's house, and then..."

The little boy's eyes smiled like crescent moons, and the little bit of flesh left on his face chubby a little because of his smile.

"Then it'll be just me and Fatty living together—wait, what's wrong?"

The orange cat intensified its licking and meowed twice.

The boy pouted, gently pinched the orange cat's forehead, and said somewhat reluctantly:

"Well, that person would be fine too, we could give him a room—"

The words had barely left his mouth when the hospital room door behind the boy was flung open, and doctors and nurses in white coats rushed in. The head doctor's face was obscured, but he glanced at the large orange cat looking up at him from the windowsill and clicked his tongue meaningfully.

"No wonder you haven't had much effect after taking medicine for over a year. I thought you had a strong will. Turns out you have a cat to keep you company?"

The boy's smile vanished instantly. At his signal, the orange cat quickly jumped out of the window, but was still hit hard by the doctor who rushed over.

"Meow--"

The big orange cat let out a pitiful cry, but still managed to jump out of the window and run away, dragging its aching body.

"Fatty!"

The boy stared wide-eyed, trying to climb up to the window to look, but the doctor grabbed him by the collar, dragged him off the windowsill, and threw him into a corner.

The stick that had just been used to hit Feifei quickly fell on Yu Shijiu, one blow after another. Accompanied by the doctor's insults, the sound of the stick hitting his body was particularly heavy.

The boy huddled in the corner, hugging his knees, his gaze peeking through the cracks fixed on the doctor's face, stubbornly keeping his mouth shut and refusing to utter a sound.

The doctor, whose face was obscured, sneered, and the raised stick struck the boy hard on the head—

"ha----"

Yu Shijiu was suddenly awakened from her sleep. The clothes on her back were soaked with cold sweat and stuck stickily to her spine.

He was panting, his face and lips were deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with a dense network of bloodshot veins.

I dreamt about it again.

Yu Shijiu closed his eyes and then opened them again. He stared blankly at the pitch-black ceiling, cold sweat trickling down his hair and feeling icy on his skin.

He slowly sat up, picked up the water from the table next to him, and took a big gulp, but choked because he drank too fast.

"Cough cough cough-"

Yu Shijiu's somewhat urgent cough echoed in the ward. It wasn't loud, but rather faint and intermittent, sounding rather eerie in the dead of night.

Yu Shijiu suppressed the itching and pain in her throat, leaned against the headboard and lowered her eyes slightly.

He had no recollection of any of the events that occurred in his dreams before entering the game.

If these seemingly realistic dreams are not actually dreams, then it means that his memory is incomplete.

I have lost a part of my memory.