Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 677 Plan

He Lingling doesn't consider herself a fool.

She could afford to waste some points and items to save a female player she found decent, but to actually gamble with her own life... well, she's not stupid.

Shi Yuan looked up at her, "You can only guarantee that you won't die, right?"

"..." He Lingling looked away, "...and won't be missing any arms or legs."

Shi Yuan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Sun Qin, who was standing next to her, was stunned and speechless.

She licked her lips, then vigorously wiped her face with her hand, looking somewhat dazed.

“Um,” Sun Qin rubbed her swollen eyes and interjected, speaking the truth:

"Actually, I'm just a little afraid of pain. If there were a way to die without feeling any pain, I wouldn't mind."

He Lingling and Shi Yuan: "..."

The former's lips twitched, while the latter's throat bobbed, and he let out a cold laugh:

"Doesn't it hurt? Let me tell you the truth, there's no such thing as a sacrifice that doesn't hurt. It only hurts more. Hanging you upside down and cutting open your throat, hands, and feet is the least of your worries. Some are even more inhumane... In short, it's all torture!"

For some reason, Shi Yuan suddenly became irritable and grabbed the curtain in front of him, pulling it forcefully.

The curtains, already strained, were pulled down with a "rip" sound, and most of them were torn off, teetering precariously.

He Lingling and Sun Qin, who were both terrified, twitched at the same time.

“I still really hate people like you,” Shi Yuan loosened the poor curtains and closed his eyes. “I’m not going to say anything more. I’ll die in her place. Just try not to damage my body. By damage, I mean don’t leave me missing any limbs.”

"No, really!" Sun Qin exclaimed, both surprised and moved.

"Shi Yuan, are you crazy?! This is death! Do you even know what death means?! Didn't you... didn't you always want to live? I... how come I didn't know our relationship had become so close—"

"do not talk."

He Lingling suddenly spoke up to inquire about Sun Qin's words. She quietly looked at Shi Yuan, her gaze slowly settling on the other's neck.

The slightly oxidized silver necklace hung on the girl's slender neck, but one could still vaguely glimpse its former brilliance.

"What exactly is your innate skill?"

He Lingling asked,

Shi Yuan's hands clenched involuntarily; she pinched her palms hard, her heart pounding.

"...to die in someone else's place."

Shi Yuan closed his eyes briefly, his voice hoarse: "Within 24 hours, I can take the place of a player who is about to die... As long as my body is not missing any internal organs, arms, legs, or other limbs after death, I can be resurrected after three hours."

Boom!

Outside the window, an even heavier downpour swept in, and the sea breeze blew into the room, raising goosebumps on everyone's skin.

Sun Qin was so shocked that she didn't know whether she should speak or not.

What does "substitute death" mean? What does it mean... that you can revive three hours after dying in place of another player?! What kind of invincible skill is this?! It's incredible!!!

Compared to Sun Qin's shock, He Lingling remained silent.

The core reason why every player unlocks and triggers their talent skills is the same – their desires, their deepest, most craving, most anticipated, and most desired "desires".

So her "desire" is to have a pair of eyes; Xu Han, who is seriously ill and unable to walk, desires a cure; and Yu Shijiu's desire is to possess power and madness that are unmatched by ordinary people...

What about Shi Yuan's innate skills?

What is the source of her "desire" and her suffering?

He Lingling didn't press the matter further. She quickly finished organizing everything in a short time, then sighed deeply and said:

"...Since you're willing to use your innate skills, then we'll do as you say."

He Lingling: "Sun Qin and I will be responsible for the aftercare of your 'corpse.' As for the torture and murder process of the sacrifice... I will throw some props related to the illusion during the torture, but I cannot control the final method of death by slitting the throat."

"That'll be fine."

Shi Yuan, who was about to be "tortured to death," remained quite calm. She nodded and said:

"During my resurrection, I will be unable to move or even breathe for three hours. In short, I will be like a real corpse. You don't need to be afraid."

"Etc., etc!"

Sun Qin struggled to raise her hand: "Then, what do I need to do?"

"you."

He Lingling and Shi Yuan turned to look at her. The former thought for a moment, then said:

"Go to sleep. After midnight, we'll see if those guests come to tie you up."

Sun Qin: "..."

She suddenly realized that dying wouldn't be so bad... So why isn't there a way to die without pain?

Although she didn't actually want to die that much.

"Oh, right," He Lingling suddenly remembered something and hesitated, "Do you need to swap clothes or something?"

"No need to bother."

Shi Yuan's hands were actually trembling a little, but she still took out a small and exquisite dagger.

"You drink some of my blood, and I'll drink some of yours."

Sun Qin's pupils dilated in shock: "Drink...drink blood?!"

As he spoke, Shi Yuan had already cut a small gash on his thumb without blinking, dripped the blood into the water glass next to him, and handed over the dagger.

"If you can't bring yourself to do it, I'll help you—"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Sun Qin quickly took the dagger with both hands, gritted her teeth, and cut her fingertip, hissing as she squeezed the blood into the water glass.

He Lingling, standing next to him: "..."

She looked away somewhat awkwardly, feeling that the scene looked strange—giving her the illusion of a blood oath.

After the two of them each drank a mouthful of the mingled blood, He Lingling checked the time and reminded them:

"It's time to go to bed."

"..."

The two men, whose mouths still tasted of blood, frowned and nodded.

The room lights went out.

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The seventh day, 11:50 p.m.

Wearing the hat that Brother Zhu had given him, Xu Han furtively pulled Brother Zhu, whose pupils were obviously unfocused, toward a corner of the deck.

"Xu...Xu Han..."

Zhu Ge's consciousness was clearly beginning to stiffen, and the last syllable of his voice even faintly carried the soft bleating of a goat.

Xu Han felt a chill run down his spine from being called that, and glanced several times at the hat that had already been ripped off the other person's head.

Within hours, the ram's horns, which had only been protruding, had completely broken free of their restraints, poking two holes in the hat and revealing the dark brown ram's horns.

"...Brother Zhu, please don't call me that anymore."

Xu Han felt a little uneasy watching this, and secretly took out half a bottle of goat milk and gave it to Brother Zhu, whispering:

"Drink it quickly, don't let anyone see."

There wasn't much goat milk in stock. If it weren't for Brother Zhu being so "enthusiastic," Xu Han wouldn't have been willing to give away even half a bottle. Heaven knows he spent ages rummaging around in the dormitory before finally managing to pour out a little bit.