Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

The two of them were having a great time playing in the bedroom, and Jiang Qi's emotions had mostly dissipated because of Lu Zhi's arrival.

Moonlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating Jiang Qi's straight nose and highlighting his handsome, sculpted features.

His whole body felt relaxed, his eyelids were heavy, his lips were tightly pressed together, his knuckles were thin, and his breathing was steady and gentle, as if he were asleep.

Faced with the overwhelming beauty, the small tentacles moved their bodies, trying to climb onto Jiang Qi's body, but were gently covered by a large hand.

A hoarse, slightly tired voice rang out, "Stop fooling around, it's late, you should go to sleep."

The little tentacle quietly adjusted to a comfortable position, its four tiny hands tightly embracing Jiang Qi's fingers, drooling as it slept, occasionally smacking its lips.

The night was gentle, and Jiang Qi finally got a good night's sleep, without any dreams.

But I always feel a dense, biting sensation on my hands.

Jiang Qi woke up feeling refreshed.

Before Jiang Qi woke up, Xiao Lu had already licked the saliva off Jiang Qi's hands with his tongue.

However, the teeth were a bit mischievous, leaving a faint tooth mark on Jiang Qi's index finger.

Jiang Qi didn't feel any stickiness on his hands until he washed them and noticed the teeth marks on his fingers.

Even a fool would know that it was the work of some tentacle.

Jiang Qi curled his fingers and flicked the little tentacle that was still soaking in the sink, leisurely playing with bubbles.

The little tentacle stared wide-eyed at Jiang Qi, baring its teeth and looking extremely fierce.

Did Lu Zhi know that his clone was so clueless?

Once in the real world, the player's physical functions returned to normal.

They need to eat and will feel hungry.

Jiang Qi's stomach started rumbling.

Cheng Cuo was teleported to his home and sat in front of his computer desk. It seemed that all the players had been teleported back to the place where they were before they died.

To think that he was a spirited senior college student with the best years of his life, who actually died from overwork after staying up all night playing computer games.

This is absolutely outrageous!

Watching the scene of the character being defeated, Cheng Cuo decided to ignore it and closed the page.

Cheng Cuo knew without even opening the countless red dots in his email inbox what kind of people were contacting him.

Oh, by the way, besides being a senior in college, he's also a hacker.

These are all very old news stories; he probably died in his rented apartment and no one would have found out.

Returning to the long-lost real world, Cheng Cuo couldn't quite describe how he felt; it was no different from being in the nightmare game.

However, having finally escaped the dungeon, I should get some sleep first; nothing is more important than my health.

Just before his consciousness sank into the dream, Cheng Cuo vaguely felt as if he had missed something.

In the dead of night, Cheng Cuo, on the verge of death, sat up in shock. Holy crap, he finally remembered what he had forgotten.

His cat!

I turned on the light, and a series of loud noises filled the air. I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find my cat, not even its body.

Cheng Cuo sat dejectedly on the ground, holding his head in his hands, looking utterly dejected.

The soundproofing between floors seemed poor. A shrewish middle-aged woman downstairs, with a rough voice, yelled, "What's all the noise upstairs? Can't a person get any sleep?!"

After yelling, the old lady downstairs belatedly realized that the upstairs area had been cordoned off, and it should be deserted by now.

I shivered and felt a chill.

The woman was so frightened that she immediately crawled into bed, completely losing her previous bravado.

Cheng Cuo then thought that since she hadn't seen the cat's body, it might have run away and been adopted by a kind person as a stray.

After comforting himself with this thought, Cheng Cuo felt at ease and went back to sleep.

The person inside the blanket moved their fingers and slowly opened their eyes.

I sat down at the computer desk, still half asleep.

Cheng Cuo turned on her computer, still thinking about deleting all the information in her email.

There were a lot of messages piling up, and Cheng Cuo filtered them one by one, deleting many of them. One account sent him the most messages.

Cheng Cuo was taken aback. He clicked on the link and what caught his attention was the most recent entry.

It only has seven words: "Your cat, I'm taking it with me."

You wouldn't believe it until you see the name; once you do, you'll be shocked.

The four characters "Yu the Great Demon" immediately came into view.

How did he take the cat away? Damn it, we've been mortal enemies for four years, I hope he won't do anything bad to his cat.

Cheng Cuo tucked his phone into his pocket and stormed out the door.

The old lady downstairs had just gone out to buy groceries when she saw the figure coming down from upstairs with a dark expression, and she was almost scared out of her wits.

How could she see a ghost in broad daylight?

Cheng Cuo lived on the top floor. He pressed the elevator button, and stepped inside as soon as the door opened.

I flagged down a taxi on the roadside and got in without caring whether I had money or not.

"Driver, take the car to No. 90 Qingshi Lane, Nancheng. Drive fast."

Seeing that he looked unwell, the driver didn't press him for details about why he wanted him to drive to the neighboring city.

Cheng Cuo looked out the window at the passing scenery, praying only that his cat was still there.

Cheng Cuo was internally screaming, "No way, is he crazy? Why did he take his cat away?"

The driver was very steady, and the speed was extremely fast.

Finally, an hour later, Cheng Cuo arrived at his destination.

He hurriedly got off the bus, and the driver chased after him, calling out, "Hey, handsome, you forgot to pay!"

Cheng Cuo squatted by the roadside, rummaging through his pockets, but couldn't find a single penny.

There was no money on his phone, and Cheng Cuo smiled awkwardly.

The driver wasn't having any of it. He hadn't expected this young man, who looked so respectable, to actually try to ride for free.

The driver stood there berating him, asking if he had come to visit a friend and asked his friend to pay for him.

Cheng Cuo thought of his nemesis's face, which looked like everyone owed him eight million, and felt that he was just glad that his nemesis hadn't come to laugh at him and would even help him.

Suddenly, a cat's meow caught Cheng Cuo's attention.

The moment Cheng Cuo looked up, he saw a figure walking towards him against the sunlight outside the alley. It was just a silhouette, but he recognized him.

Yu Hansheng had just returned from walking the cat when the cat, as if it had smelled something, broke free of its leash and ran forward.

A large, fat cat suddenly rushed in front of Cheng Cuo, causing him to stumble as he was crouching.

Cheng Cuo plopped down on the ground without any regard for his image, and the big fat cat meowed in his arms.

Yu Hansheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately arrived at the end of the alley.

Upon seeing that person who was all too familiar to him, Yu Hansheng's breath caught in his throat. He spoke first, but he couldn't hide the nervousness in his voice.

"Cheng Cuo, is that you?"

Cheng Cuo was taken aback. He didn't speak, but quietly raised his eyes and gazed at the man's face.

The man in his mid-twenties overlapped with the image of him in my memory.

However, the naivety of college has faded, and it seems less sharp than it was back then.

It seemed like Yu Hansheng had a fleeting look of surprise in her eyes when she saw him. Could he have been mistaken?

The driver turned to look at Yu Hansheng, his eyes darting around, realizing that this must be the person he was looking for.

He told Yu Hansheng what had happened, and generously gave his master an extra hundred yuan. The master happily took the money and drove off.

Only Cheng Cuo and Yu Hansheng remained on the road, staring at each other.

The little fat cat was no joke; in just a short while, it made his legs go numb.

Cheng Cuo was the first to look away, then grabbed the little fat cat by the scruff of its neck and buried her face in its belly.

After rubbing against him for a while, Cheng Cuo awkwardly picked up the cat and stood up. Although the person in front of him was his mortal enemy, he still had to thank him for taking care of the cat.

"Thank you," Cheng Cuo said, his voice hoarse.

Yu Hansheng didn't ask him why he came here. "Would you like to come to my house for a while?"

Cheng Cuo couldn't refuse, so he followed behind Yu Hansheng, watching his back and thinking to himself, "This person has changed so much."

I've actually started to find him a little more agreeable.

This was the first time they had ever sat peacefully in the same space to eat.

Yes, it's about eating.

The room fell silent for a moment, except for the sounds of the two people and the cat eating. It was such a coincidence, as if they had foreseen his arrival.

Cheng Cuo secretly took out her phone and sent a message to Jiang Qi, asking him where he lived in the real world.

Anyway, Yu Hansheng probably won't be able to see anything brought out from the nightmare game.

While tapping away under the table, Jiang Qi happened to see the message and immediately replied to Cheng Cuo.

Cheng Cuo replied that he was currently at No. 90 Qingshi Lane, and they could meet when he finished his work.

"It's pretty close," Cheng Cuo thought to himself.

Yu Hansheng gripped her chopsticks tightly; she was almost finished eating, and Cheng Cuo would be leaving soon.

He cannot leave.

When Yu Hansheng saw Cheng Cuo lick the last grain of rice from the corner of his mouth, his eyes darkened. He thought he should do something to keep him here.

"Cheng Cuo, would you like to see the nest where Little Orange lives?"

Cheng Cuo's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.

However, what puzzled him even more was how Yu Hansheng knew his cat's name.

Also, this road doesn't seem to lead to the cat's nest; it looks more like Yu Hansheng's bedroom.

Alarm bells rang in Cheng Cuo's mind, and he immediately sent a message to Jiang Qi.

Unexpectedly, Yu Hansheng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, turned around, grabbed Cheng Cuo's wrist tightly, and threw his phone away.

He pushed open the door and pinned Cheng Cuo against it.

Cheng Cuo was able to see the scene in the room: the walls were covered with photos of the same person, in all sorts of different poses.

Cheng Cuo was stunned when he saw that everyone in the photo was him, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

Yu Hansheng trembled all over, grabbed Cheng Cuo's hands and raised them high. In Cheng Cuo's wide eyes, Yu Hansheng kissed his lips.

A secret joy welled up in Yu Hansheng's heart; this relationship could finally see the light of day again.

All those dark, inexplicable feelings were laid bare before Cheng Cuo at this moment.

Cheng Cuo couldn't break free and could only passively endure Yu Hansheng's not-so-gentle kiss.

Damn, his first kiss was stolen by a mad dog.

Cheng Cuo bit Yu Hansheng's tongue hard. Yu Hansheng felt the pain but did not pull away.

They exchanged kisses that smelled of blood.

Cheng Cuo felt his face burning. He squinted and saw Yu Hansheng's face. He was actually crying.

In this situation, shouldn't he be the one crying?

For some reason, Cheng Cuo's struggles lessened, and he could only hope in his heart that Jiang Qi would come to save him soon.

Otherwise, he, a virgin, would have lost his virginity today.

However, Cheng Cuo immediately tasted the flavor in Yu Hansheng's mouth. It was minty, cool and refreshing, just like Yu Hansheng himself.

As Cheng Cuo was lost in thought, surprisingly, he was no longer as resistant and averse as he had been at the beginning.

However, something seems a bit off.

There was a hard object pressing against him right now.

Cheng Cuo gently pushed Yu Hansheng's shoulder, and Yu Hansheng finally let go of him.

Cheng Cuo, panting, tried to reason with Yu Hansheng, "Don't kiss me yet. You seem a bit off. Why don't you go cool off first?"

Yu Hansheng looked at Cheng Cuo with wet eyes, like a wronged puppy.

He had finally found this person again, how could he bear to let go again?

Cheng Cuo pointed to himself, "You like me? You want to sleep with me here?"

Yu Hansheng nodded, and rubbed even harder.

Cheng Cuo shook his head vigorously, "No, don't do this, listen to me..."

Yu Hansheng covered his mouth, preventing Cheng Cuo from speaking again.

Cheng Cuo tried to talk to him to buy time, but Yu Hansheng immediately covered his mouth, preventing him from speaking.

Cheng Cuo looked up at the sky in sorrow, and what devastated him even more was that Yu Hansheng was taking off his pants.

Yu Hansheng was taller and stronger than him, and he had never beaten him since they became mortal enemies.

Right now, I'm still on the receiving end of his pressure.

Cheng Cuo punched him with his hands and kicked him with his feet, but Yu Hansheng remained unmoved.

Jiang Qi stared at the "Help!" message on his phone, lost in thought.

Cheng Cuo is a grown man; he should be able to handle danger on his own.

However, judging from his appearance, it seems he has encountered a problem that he cannot solve himself.

A moment later, Jiang Qi appeared in front of No. 90 Qing Shi Lane with Xiao Lu Zhi.

There was a loud noise coming from inside the door; one might think someone was fighting inside.

The door opened a crack, and a chubby little cat was squatting in the doorway.

The chubby cat moved its body and took steps to lead the way for Jiang Qi.

Jiang Qi heard the noises coming from the bedroom and pushed open the door.

What came into view was Cheng Cuo lying on the bed with his pants gone, and a strange man on top of him.

Cheng Cuo was so moved by him that she almost cried, and struggled to break free from Yu Hansheng's grasp.

Jiang Qi was inwardly furious, but he still helped separate the two.

Cheng Cuo hid behind Jiang Qi like a humiliated wife.

Yu Hansheng stood in the dark corner, a sharp, cold light shining in his narrow phoenix eyes.

"Who are you?" The words were icy and chilling.

Jiang Qi helplessly spread his hands, "I'm just his friend."

“I don’t interfere in your private affairs, but it’s not good for you to force him like this, don’t you think?”

"You know the saying, 'A forced relationship is never sweet.'"

Cheng Cuo nodded in agreement from behind, like a chick pecking at rice, "Yeah, yeah, if you force me like this, I'll start to hate you too."

Yu Hansheng kept his eyes on Cheng Cuo, his tone low and apologetic.

"I'm sorry, please... don't hate me."

Cheng Cuo then changed the subject, "However, I can try to get along with you, as a way of repaying you for taking care of my cat. What do you think?"

Yu Hansheng lowered his head and softly hummed in agreement. Cheng Cuo pulled up his pants and patted his bottom.

Oh yeah, his innocence is preserved.