Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 309 Creation

"So what exactly is Lu Chusheng's innate skill?"

In the town square, a new player was invited by a veteran player to enter the square to watch the live stream. Curious, he pointed at Lu Chusheng, who had a pale face and a cold expression on the screen.

"It seems that all the veteran players' talent skills are relatively visible, but Captain Lu Chusheng's talent skills are usually not visible..."

"..."

Compared to the new players who had just been recruited into the town, the veteran players' attitudes were rather strange.

"what happened?"

The new player sniffed, somewhat surprised: "Is there something I can't say?"

"……no."

A veteran player looked at the cold, stern man who had regained consciousness on the screen with complicated emotions and sighed.

There's nothing I can't say.

"But Lu Chusheng's innate skills... are arguably the best in the Dawn game."

Have you heard of that orange cat named "Laibao"?

The new player's expression went blank for a moment, then he suddenly realized something and opened his mouth wide in astonishment:

"An orange cat?! What do you mean? It's what I think it means, the meaning I'm thinking of—"

"Yes."

The veteran player closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Lu Chusheng's innate skill is that seemingly fierce orange cat."

"Lu Chusheng's innate skills are almost a miracle in the Dawn game," a veteran player said confidently, his tone tinged with envy.

"No one knows just how strong his willpower was to make that orange cat, which seemed to have its own thoughts, appear vividly in front of everyone."

"Almost all players' triggered talent skills are inanimate objects or some kind of superhuman ability, but Lu Chusheng has made his talent skill biological."

"That orange cat even has its own thoughts and preferences. No matter what people feed it, it only listens to Lu Chusheng. Its strength and size are also beyond what an ordinary orange cat could possess..."

The veteran player even became a little jealous at the end, but he also admired Lu Chusheng for being able to transform his talent skill into this state.

All of them were only thinking about how their talents and skills could save their lives... But Lu Chusheng, to put it dramatically, created another "life" in the Dawn game.

Even if that life wasn't human, but just a cat.

It is indeed a "miracle".

No one, absolutely no one, can create "life" through their own consciousness and desires like Lu Chusheng.

At least so far, in the towns of their world, only Lu Chusheng possesses the talent to have his own thoughts and personality.

"...Speaking of which," the new player was also shocked. He swallowed hard and asked cautiously:

"It seems they've released the town's number... What's ours again?"

"..."

Veteran player: "...7369".

7,369.

A number so numerous that one dares not repeat it a second time.

Seemingly shocked by the unbelievable number, the new player was clearly stunned for more than ten seconds before finally managing to utter a weak breath.

"My God, oh my god..." The new player was completely dumbfounded. "Doesn't this mean that this year's guild war is full of top players?"

Can their town really come out on top in the competition?

"That's why I said there are just too many people in Dawn of the Game."

Especially when they learned that other towns actually existed, these players who had "escaped death" and thought they were "lucky" only belatedly began to realize that far too many people die every day in the real world.

Whether it was an accident, suicide, or homicide... could most of the dead humans have had their souls absorbed by the Dawn Game?

Strictly speaking, the players in the game Dawn aren't really "living people" anymore.

They are all "people" who have died once.

They don't seem to be much different from the monsters in the game's dungeons.

...This idea is chilling.

The new player shivered and silently wrapped his coat tighter around himself.

Why is it suddenly so cold?

He looked up at the town sky outside the square, only to find that the night sky over the entire town had turned a rather gloomy gray... There was a feeling that the temperature might drop at any moment.

No way.

The new player pursed his lips, recalling what the veteran player had once told him.

Isn't it said that although the weather in towns can change at will, the temperature always remains relatively comfortable?

...He had a feeling that it was about to snow in the town...

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bedroom.

Years of experience in game instances made Lu Chusheng quickly realize what had appeared on his bed.

He quickly banished the chaotic and painful memories from his mind, silently pulled back the covers, and was about to get out of bed when—

A cold hand grabbed Lu Chusheng's clothes.

Lu Chusheng: "..."

The cold, twisted hand slowly clawed upwards along the hem of his clothes, as if searching for something.

Lu Chusheng calmly stared at the thin, pale hand, and for a moment, another pair of bony hands appeared before his eyes—*sizzle*!

With the sound of fabric being cut, the dagger in Lu Chusheng's hand gleamed sharply in the moonlight.

He ignored the pale hand that had pulled back an inch while holding the fabric, quickly got out of bed, and stared intently at the blankets that had been piled up on the bed.

Lu Chusheng was certain that he slept alone.

There is no possibility of sharing a bed with A-Yuan or the other person running to her bed in the middle of the night out of fear—unless A-Yuan really doesn't want to live anymore.

This possibility wasn't just Lu Chusheng's wild speculation; he simply couldn't connect the pale, cold hand he'd just seen with any of the NPCs in the villa.

"Madam" shouldn't be looking for him... It should be the baby in "Madam's" belly who's looking for him, but this hand doesn't look like a baby's hand at all—could it be "Miss"?

As Lu Chusheng silently approached the bedroom door, away from the bed, his mind raced, trying to figure out who the hand under the covers might be.

What is it——

Hey.

When his hand touched the cold doorknob, Lu Chusheng's throbbing headache felt slightly better.

The moment Lu Chusheng turned the doorknob but it wouldn't turn, the bulging mass under the blankets suddenly began to struggle wildly, and a lot of blood flowed out from under the white blankets, quickly filling the bedroom with a strong, fishy stench.

Lu Chusheng still didn't turn the doorknob.

Just as he frowned and took out the master key to open the door, the blood-soaked blanket on the bed in the distance was suddenly thrown to the ground by something inside.

When Lu Chusheng saw what was under the blanket, he stopped in his tracks as he opened the door.