Infinite: Dawn Game

Seeing this, Anjie pressed her advantage:

"You can come and try it another day. If you're satisfied, you can consider it further. Of course, if you really don't want to join, we can just be friends."

"I'm happy even if we can't be teammates but still be friends."

Yu Shijiu's eyes lit up even more. He stroked the chubby head and hesitated before agreeing:

"Sure, but I need to log into the game tonight. How about I come over for dinner next time?"

Seeing that Yu Shijiu's attitude had softened, An Jie nodded hurriedly:

"Of course, you can come over for lunch. I'll have him cook extra. What's your favorite food?"

Yu Shijiu wanted to say "sweet," but for some reason, what he said instead was:

"dumpling."

Yu Shijiu said, "I want to eat dumplings with cabbage and pork filling. Do your teammates know how to make them?"

Ange hadn't expected it to be so simple. She paused for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Yes, his dumpling filling is very fragrant. We'll call you as soon as we've finished making them, so..."

Anjie tapped her temple as if to indicate this, and said:

"Would you like to exchange contact information?"

Finally, Yu Shijiu and An Jie exchanged their system numbers. It was at this moment that Yu Shijiu learned that "Xiao Li" should actually be called System Number.

With nearly 160,000 ID numbers, does this mean that Dawn Games has attracted far more players than he has seen?

Although these players had already died before being absorbed, for some reason, Yu Shijiu felt that something was strange.

Why include so many dead people in the game? What is the purpose of the Dawn Game?

Surely we can't be without a purpose?

Yu Shijiu didn't think about it for long; for him, these were no big deal.

Regardless of how terrifying the game dungeons may seem to most people, to him it's just a game.

The only problem is that the cost of losing this game is a bit too high, but he can accept it perfectly well.

After exchanging contact information with Anjie, Yu Shijiu walked home with the lazy, chubby boy, taking the opportunity to exercise his arms and legs that hadn't moved for several days.

As Yu Shijiu walked back, several familiar black figures appeared in front of her.

Players dressed in black robes stood before him, their faces hidden beneath the cloaks so dark that their features were obscured. The leader of the players looked somewhat familiar; he was a young man who appeared to be quite young.

Yu Shijiu stopped in his tracks, looking at the leading player with a surprised raised eyebrow:

"It's you?"

That idiot who gave himself a severed limb as a gift.

I think his name was something like Xuan?

Zhao Xuan, who was in the lead, looked at him and said, "My name is Zhao Xuan. I will be joining your next game instance."

Yu Shijiu had no interest in this and refused outright:

"...Join? How do you want to join? I don't want to be in the same game as you."

Players who only know how to send severed limbs are not worth it. He is too lazy to team up with such players. Putting aside whether they die or not, who can stand sending useless and smelly human limbs all the time?

Anyway, Yu Shijiu doesn't like it.

Zhao Xuan had clearly never been rejected before, and without Zhou Yuanyang by his side, his eyes clearly revealed sarcasm and dissatisfaction:

"What right do you have to refuse?" Zhao Xuan's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Don't think I won't do anything just because the bishop values ​​you. What right do you, a newbie who's only been in the game once, have to refuse me?"

Yu Shijiu's lazy expression changed. He looked Zhao Xuan up and down, finally fixing his gaze on the other's somewhat immature face, and let out a soft "Ah."

"So that's why you're jealous of me."

Yu Shijiu smiled and his eyes crinkled. "Interesting. The eldest brother begs me, and the younger brother is jealous of me. Your Black Robe Church is really strange."

In just one sentence, a once-renowned guild was portrayed as a low-class gang. Zhao Xuan was so angry that he raised his hand, stepped forward, and grabbed Yu Shijiu's collar.

"You are not allowed to insult the Black Robe Church!"

The chubby cat next to him suddenly meowed, its originally cute and innocent face instantly turning ferocious as it lunged straight at Zhao Xuan, only to be stopped by Yu Shijiu reaching out.

Although she didn't quite understand, Feifei didn't go any further. Instead, she followed behind Yu Shijiu and worriedly licked his palm.

"insult?"

Yu Shijiu's expression remained unchanged; even when his collar was grabbed, he merely tilted his head slightly.

"I didn't, I was just telling the truth."

The next second, as Zhao Xuan's face turned red with anger, Yu Shijiu reached out and grabbed his wrist, slowly applying force under the latter's horrified gaze.

Click!

The sound of a wrist bone being snapped rang out.

"Ugh," Zhao Xuan endured the pain of his broken wrist without making a sound, and subconsciously let go of his hand and took a step back.

He looked down with a grim expression and saw his wrist twisted and broken, the bruised veins beneath it starkly visible.

The pain wasn't the point; the point was that he was "beaten up" by a new player in front of everyone else.

"You," Zhao Xuan instinctively tried to regain his composure, but was interrupted by Yu Shijiu before he could speak:

"What's wrong? Are you going to call for help? How old are you to still need to call your parents? Have you no shame?"

A barrage of questions left Zhao Xuan somewhat bewildered. He stared at Yu Shijiu, who was clearly doing it on purpose. Her face, which had been flushed red, turned pale and then flushed again, making her look like a chameleon.

Having regained face, Yu Shijiu was in a good mood. He raised his hand to straighten the collar that Zhao Xuan had just rumpled, his slender, withered fingers slightly curled, and then suddenly changed the subject:

"But that makes sense, after all, you still look like a child who hasn't grown up."

After saying that, without paying attention to Zhao Xuan's trembling with anger, she took Feifei and headed home.

It's really annoying to run into a player like Zhao Xuan, whom I don't like at all, while just going for a walk.

I wish Anjie and the others could cook really delicious food...

Yu Shijiu, his thoughts swirling and disjointed, suddenly sighed. He bent down slightly and stroked the well-fed, glossy fat pig, remarking:

"Let's see. If it tastes good then, we won't have to worry about food and drink."

Yu Shijiu's eyes were shining as he said this, seemingly finding great joy in having enough to eat and drink.

Fatty looked at him, its emerald-like eyes filled with the boy's smiling face. It suddenly meowed several times and tugged at Yu Shijiu's pants.

Yu Shijiu didn't quite understand its meaning at first, and it took him a while to realize what Feifei was trying to express.

He seemed slightly at a loss for words.

Yu Shijiu remained silent until the apartment door opened. Looking at the cozy decorations inside and the meals that were delivered on time every day, her raven-feather-like eyelashes drooped slightly.

"I don't know why," Yu Shijiu's voice was low, and there was a sense of bewilderment that even he himself didn't understand.

“It’s strange, I really don’t want to join the inspection team.”

But he accepted everything Lu Chusheng gave him without feeling anything was wrong.