Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Lu Xue's mental strength plummeted, and she gripped Lin Wanchu's clothes tightly to keep herself from fainting.

The poisoning injury is beyond the system's ability to heal.

Lin Wanchu could only exchange for nutrient solution to feed Lu Xue, so that Lu Xue could barely maintain her mental state.

Jiang Qi withdrew from the battle and let Cheng Cuo take his place.

Jiang Qi casually wiped the sweat from his forehead, squatted down, and said with his eyes slightly lowered, "Lin Wanchu, do you believe me?"

Lin Wanchu remained silent, and Jiang Qi continued speaking.

"You've seen the current situation."

“If you continue to hide it, it’s a big question whether Lu Xue will survive.”

"Your previous codename was Snow, right?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanchu's pupils contracted, and she looked up at Jiang Qi. Seeing Lin Wanchu's actions, Jiang Qi knew he was right.

"I don't care whether you believe me or not, but I think there shouldn't be any secrets between comrades, don't you think?"

Jiang Qi patted Lin Wanchu's shoulder with his slightly cool hand.

The young man's cool, gentle voice flowed from his thin lips, soft yet magnetic, resonant and powerful.

"I think you can trust me and give it a try. I won't let you die."

"I also believe in you, that you can definitely take care of the monster that's hurting Lou Xue."

This caused a huge stir, leaving players outside the live stream completely astonished.

Lin Wanchu no longer hesitated and handed Lu Xue over to Jiang Qi.

Upon opening the personal panel, a system voice echoed in my mind: "Activate [Annihilation]?"

Lin Wanchu nodded gently and answered yes.

As soon as the [Annihilation] was activated, space seemed to undergo a subtle distortion.

A crescent-shaped sickle appeared in Lin Wanchu's hand.

The sickle in his hand was like a streak of silver light across the night sky, elegant and mysterious.

The blade is broad and curved, resembling the outline of a crescent moon in the night sky, incomparably sharp, and gleaming with a cold light.

The blade is made of a deep black metal with a special polishing process that gives it a flowing luster, as if it can absorb the surrounding light.

On the edge of the blade, there is a silver pattern as thin as a hair.

The handle of the sickle is covered with fine leather, which is engraved with intricate patterns and runes.

Under the hazy moonlight of the night sky, the crescent-shaped sickle in Lin Wanchu's hand stood out particularly.

Whether it's the Dean, the Ghost, or the players, none can ignore the presence of the scythe.

Wisps of black mist swirled around the surface of the sickle, drifting about like ghosts.

The black mist seemed to be formed from endless resentment and hatred. It moved across the scythe, sometimes condensing into terrifying ghost faces, and sometimes transforming into eerie totems.

Lin Wanchu stood there solemnly, her true face now revealed.

Blood filled Lin Wanchu's entire eyes, completely covering even the whites of her eyes.

Her long sleeves drew graceful arcs in the air as her arms moved, each movement creating a gust of wind.

Her pink hair, like vibrant cherry blossom petals, danced gently in the breeze.

On the ground around Lin Wanchu, a series of inexplicable patterns began to appear, like part of an ancient formation, composed of countless complex and delicate lines and symbols.

These halos emitted a faint glow, creating a striking contrast with their surroundings, making them both mysterious and awe-inspiring.

With a clang, the sickle collided with the dean's hard shell, producing a loud buzzing sound.

It was so shocking that it made my scalp numb.

The sounds of fighting gradually faded away, and the ghostly figures, terrified by [Annihilation], scattered in all directions.

Waaah, they're innocent. I hope this won't happen to them.

The power of [Annihilation] even frightened the Dean, who was repeatedly forced to retreat by Lin Wanchu's attacks.

Lu Xue was being cared for by Xiao Qing. She barely opened her eyes and spoke weakly.

"Brother Jiang..."

"I'm here."

"You don't have to..."

Jiang Qi knew what Lu Xue was about to say and interrupted her in time.

"Alright, stop talking. The wounded should rest."

"Trust her, trust me, and most importantly, trust yourself."

"You can hold out until the end of the dungeon."

At this moment, all the patients, nurses, and the director who were sleeping inside the building began to undergo strange changes.

Under the moonlight, Lin Wanchu and the dean fought to a standstill.

The dean murmured, just like the official words he always used in front of the stone tablet.

"Thank you for your contributions to medicine. May God bless you and may you rest in peace."

This time, however, rest has turned into awakening.

The dean's body was covered in wounds, but Lin Wanchu was completely unharmed.

She tried her best to avoid the attacking spider legs to prevent herself from being poisoned.

Countless dismemberments and countless reassemblies, the dean seems to have no weaknesses.

All the ghosts and monsters came to the top floor, including Li Zhaodi, who had already undergone a transformation.

Some players with weak willpower were also corrupted and turned into monsters in the dungeon.

Bai Xiaoyu had just come out of solitary confinement; the torture inside was unbearable for anyone.

His body was covered in wounds, and he couldn't use any tools in the solitary confinement room, so he could only passively endure it.

It's all Jiang Qi's fault! He's the one who ruined it!

Before Bai Xiaoyu could react, the enormous monster behind him pounced on him.

A damp and chilly atmosphere filled the air, as if countless icy hands were touching my cheeks.

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a chill that made people shiver.

The leaves rustled in the wind, and the clouds in the sky grew lower and lower, as if they were about to press down on the ground.

They tumbled and rolled, emitting a deep rumble and radiating an invisible pressure.

With a loud rumble, a torrential downpour began.

The number of ghosts and monsters kept increasing, blocking the office doorway.

Countless ghostly figures climbed up, slowing down the monsters' movements.

They couldn't let them harm the people inside; they could save them, the ghosts thought in unison.

Li Zhaodi, the mother who has become a monster, is filled with complex emotions and struggles of consciousness when she sees her child.

They quietly rested on the shoulders of a young human.

She was once a gentle mother, but now she has become a terrifying monster, which causes her extreme pain.

When Li Zhaodi saw her child, her first reaction was deep fear and self-blame.

She was afraid she would hurt her child and realized she had lost her identity as a mother, which caused her immense pain.

However, even though she has become a monster, her love for children remains.

Li Zhaodi longed to hug and protect the child, struggling to stay conscious as she screamed and charged through the monsters, trying to squeeze into the office.

The ghostly figure exerted its strength, forming an invisible barrier to protect the humans inside.

Jiang Qi snapped his long fingers.

"Let her in, block the rest, thank you."

Although the ghost was puzzled, it still let Li Zhaodi in.

A terrifying face, yet tears streamed uncontrollably from its eyes.

Qiqi and Qiqi didn't care what their mother looked like; they touched her pockmarked cheeks with their little hands.

She whispered, "Mom, they are all my friends, please don't hurt them."

One of our companions is injured and really needs to be protected.

They couldn't just sit and wait to die; Li Zhaodi's arrival was like a timely rain.

Jiang Qi immediately gave the order, "Cheng Cuo, you stay here and protect Lu Xue."

"Lu Zhi and I will take Xiao Qing out."

Cheng Cuo, puzzled, shouted, "No, I..."

Before Cheng Cuo could refuse, Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi had already jumped out of the window with Xiao Qing.

No, Jiang Qi actually dared to leave me here to take care of the wounded.

He wasn't afraid of being selfish; once the monster broke in, he was the first to push Lou Xue out.

However, looking at Lu Xue, whose lips were pale and who was muttering something unintelligible, he thought of Jiang Qi, who had placed his trust in her.

Fine, he'll be selfless this time for now.

Cheng Cuo, the injured Lu Xue, and Li Zhaodi, who was protecting them, stayed in the dean's office.

Jiang Qi replaced the office with a protective shield, which can hold out for a while.

Most of the monsters slowly left to capture Jiang Qi, whom the dean had instructed them to do.

Large raindrops pelted his face as Jiang Qi broke open the rusty iron lock on the gate.

As soon as the door was opened, the system issued a task.

The dean stopped fighting with Lin Wanchu; he couldn't let them escape!

[Congratulations, player, for triggering a ten-minute timed mission: Please ensure that Xiao Qing escapes from Muchun Mental Hospital unharmed.]

[If Xiao Qing dies or fails to escape within ten minutes, the player will be eliminated.]

[Attention, attention! The dungeon boss has undergone severe mutation; please take precautions to avoid it.]

The pattering raindrops fell to the ground, carrying a fine, dense sadness.

The air was filled with the smell of earth.

On the winding, narrow path, a young man and a girl were running with all their might.

The footsteps were quick and heavy.

Xiao Qing's breathing became more and more rapid. Every breath she took felt like a battle with her lungs, as if the air had become thick and difficult to inhale.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down her hairline, some of which dripped into her eyes, causing a stinging sensation, but she didn't bother to wipe them away.

Raindrops slid down her cheeks, soaking her clothes.

Xiao Qing's eyes were filled with fear and despair. Her right hand gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh, but she felt no pain at all.

Jiang Qi held her left hand tightly, and the surrounding thorns formed invisible barriers, trying to block their progress.

Both of their clothes were torn in various places, and blood seeped from the wounds, staining their feet red.

But the two seemed oblivious, gritting their teeth and continuing to run forward.

Jiang Qi not only had to carefully avoid these hidden threats, but also had to maintain his speed, which made his movements extremely difficult.

A biting wind occasionally swept in from behind, an attack from the dean and the monsters.

Xiao Qing didn't dare to look back and could only run after Jiang Qi.

She was so tired, so very tired.

In her fading consciousness, a voice suddenly rang out behind her: "Run! Run! Run until it's broad daylight, don't look back, never come back!"

Whose name is being called at the end of the statement?

The voice was like a heavy hammer blow to her heart, leaving her no room to pause.

The scene overlapped with the beginning a year ago, and Xiao Qing didn't know who had taken over her consciousness.

All she knew was that her body was getting more and more tired, her steps were getting heavier and heavier, but her eyes were getting more and more determined.

That voice was always there, following her closely.

Her mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts, but more than anything, there was a firm resolve: she couldn't fall here, she had to escape.

If she gives up like this, many people will die because of her.

This idea popped into her head.

So, despite being exhausted, she gritted her teeth, squeezed out the last bit of strength in her body, and followed closely behind Jiang Qi.

The ghostly figures still on the top floor transformed into wisps of black lines and headed off somewhere.

The dean was still being pestered by Lin Wanchu and Lu Zhi, who wouldn't let him get any closer.

Hidden in the shadows, Song Qingci, who appeared as a boy, watched as two figures merged into one and ran for their lives.

Numerous monsters emerged from the hospital gates and relentlessly pursued them.

"Brother, let's go help."

"His mission cannot fail."

The man beside her had already shot out like a sharp sword, slowing down the monster's progress.

Song Qingci simply held a baseball bat and struck each monster down with it.

Cheng Cuo stood by the window, gripping the edge tightly, gazing at the figure, thinking, "Jiang Qi, you mustn't die so easily."

No player can interfere with Jiang Qi's mission; they can only help him eliminate some of the dangers as much as possible.

Time passed quickly, and the black threads formed by the ghostly figure tightly wrapped around Xiao Qing.

One of the strands floated in front of Jiang Qi.

It is guiding itself.

There's only one minute left, and the light is just ahead.

We used every speed-up item; this escape was a race against time.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

The light was getting closer and closer. There was no time to lose. Jiang Qi grabbed Xiao Qing's arm and used all his strength to throw her into the light.

[Ding dong, congratulations to player Jiang Qi for successfully completing the quest.]

Jiang Qi finally managed to stop, his face showing signs of exhaustion, his cheeks flushed, his lips tightly pressed together, his brows furrowed, silently enduring every bit of pain in his body.

His hair was flying wildly due to the vigorous exercise, with some stray hairs sticking to his damp forehead.

Phew, all the players watching the live stream breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief for Jiang Qi.

He succeeded.

Jiang Qi shook his head, and finally collapsed from exhaustion.

At the last moment, he collapsed into a familiar embrace.