Infinite: Dawn Game

Did the driver say anything before he left? (Chapter 183)

Outside the ancestral hall.

With nothing to do, Zhao Xuan squatted on a tree branch, chewing on a blade of grass. He glanced at Mu Gui, who was clinging to the tree trunk with trepidation, afraid of falling, and chuckled.

"What's there to be afraid of? Falling from this height won't kill anyone."

Mu Gui's forehead was beaded with sweat. He licked his dry lips and whispered:

"I... I know no one will die, but what if I break my leg? What will I do if I have to clear the level later..."

Mu Gui knew that if he had difficulty walking, Zhao Xuan would definitely not care about him.

Zhao Xuan scoffed, "Then you're too weak."

It's rare to see an experienced player who can break their bones even while jumping from a tree.

Mu Gui remained silent, his eyes drooping as he hugged the tree.

Until a cold wind blew by, Zhao Xuan hissed, pulled his coat tighter, looked up at the gray sky, and squinted as he said:

How much longer until I can beat the game?

Mu Gui obediently looked down at his watch, calculating the time somewhat haphazardly.

"There should still be about ten hours left. Didn't the game say it would take three days at the beginning? Based on a 24-hour day, we should be able to finish the game by tonight..."

Even the pastoral rules are a bit unclear about the time now. The game didn't specify a time limit of 72 hours at the beginning; it only mentioned three days in general.

Zhao Xuan didn't care much about these things. He idly chewed on foxtail grass, gazing at the peaceful Changsheng Village, which was shrouded in a misty white haze, when he suddenly thought of something.

"What's the time now?"

Pastoral Rules: "It's almost five o'clock."

It's almost five o'clock...

As Zhao Xuan thought about this time, he felt as if he had overlooked something.

What time was it on the morning they arrived?

Zhao Xuan couldn't quite remember.

All he remembered was that when he entered the game, the bus windows seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white fog—

Zhao Xuan suddenly sat up straight, frowned, looked at Mu Gui beside him, and asked:

"Did the driver say anything strange when we got off the bus that day?"

Mu Gui was clearly taken aback by his question, then shook his head:

"It seems there's nothing important, so let's go to the village entrance to wait for the bus when it's time."

Mu Gui did remember the driver's back as he dropped them off in front of Changsheng Village and scrambled into the car as if he were running away.

...Could this be related to the dungeon?

After Mu Gui hesitated for a moment before recounting what he had seen, Zhao Xuan was clearly taken aback.

"Escape?"

Zhao Xuan was a little confused, his eyebrows furrowed: "You ran away without saying anything?"

Is there something wrong with this driver?

But then again, when exactly should they wait for the bus?

As he pondered, the surrounding fog seemed to deepen further, making Zhao Xuan feel a chill.

He coughed, slid down the tree trunk, and walked through the mud towards the village.

Anyway, the current plot developments in Changsheng Village have nothing to do with him anymore. Just to be on the safe side, Zhao Xuan decided to go to the village entrance to wait for the car.

Mu Gui, who was clinging to the tree trunk behind him, froze. He watched Zhao Xuan walk very fast, and hurriedly and fearfully slid down the tree trunk. In his haste, he even accidentally fell into a mud pit and ate a mouthful of mud.

"Bah, bah, bah -"

Mu Gui hurriedly stood up, ignoring the mud covering his body, and chased after the direction in which Zhao Xuan's figure disappeared.

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Inside the ancestral hall.

As Yu Shijiu became more and more adept at chopping the "cabbage," the regeneration speed of the strange old people who had been chopped into pieces gradually slowed down.

After all, some limbs that were almost chopped into mud still need a long time to regrow... but they still show no signs of stopping.

They're even more resilient than cockroaches.

Yu Shijiu: "..."

While the strange old men were regrowth, he rubbed his sore wrists and, unsurprisingly, found that the blade of the fire axe he had casually stolen in the last dungeon was even more worn.

...It seems that things that aren't props are still a bit...not very useful.

Yu Shijiu sighed regretfully, touching the nick on the axe blade with a pained expression, and sighed again.

Why couldn't I have a bigger prop? That little fruit knife isn't bad, but it's a bit too shy to use it to kill—no, to chop up monsters.

Xiao Li, noticing Yu Shijiu's thoughts: [...]

This instance, observing coldly and remaining silent, never expected Yu Shijiu to be able to keep attacking like a relentless monster-killing machine... Don't you even look at how many monsters you've killed?! What kind of axe is so durable?!

It sneered, with a look of schadenfreude, as if it were watching a good show:

【Then let's run more game dungeons! Maybe one of them will have a lot of these axe items?】

Xiao Li meant it as sarcasm, but what she saw was Yu Shijiu's eyes suddenly lighting up.

As expected, Yu Shijiu immediately pressed for an answer:

"Do you know which game instance has this kind of item? Could you pull some strings and let me in to play, no, to train a bit?"

Xiao Li: [...]

Damn it! That insane lunatic!

Its digitally composed body chuckled several times expressionlessly, coldly stating:

[Sorry, player, I'm just a cold, impersonal data entity that can't comprehend the human concept of "backstage connections."]

The implication is that you shouldn't even think about it; it's impossible.

Yu Shijiu looked somewhat disappointed, but as he slashed at a strange old man with a twisted, grown body that lunged at him, he asked with some curiosity:

"So, can you really make bets with players using cold, hard data?"

Xiao Li: [...]

It angrily muttered a few curses under its breath before disappearing offline at lightning speed, ignoring Yu Shijiu's calls several times, acting as if it couldn't hear, see, or care.

Disappointed, Yu Shijiu lowered his eyes after calling Xiao Li several times without receiving a response. He tightened his grip on the fire axe and cleaved another strange old man who pounced on him in two.

At this moment, many players who had gradually regained control of their bodies were speechless.

Heaven knows the psychological trauma they suffered after regaining consciousness and witnessing Yu Shijiu ruthlessly split a humanoid monster in two.

Seriously, it would be better to continue fainting.

Especially Huang Hao, who made noise twice just to show off.

He was sweating profusely as he watched Yu Shijiu kicking the head that was rolling on the ground, and swallowed hard.

If I sincerely apologize to Yu Shijiu now, is there still a chance I can be forgiven?

Huang Hao subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look at An Li next to him, but his neck had not fully recovered and could only make a "crunching" sound.

An Li looked at Yu Shijiu's wrist with concern, which was clearly starting to strain, and wondered if the other person could hold on by herself later.

Anli, who was extremely anxious, looked around frantically. When her gaze fell on the earthworm-shaped human head behind the memorial tablet, her pupils suddenly contracted.

"Run!"

Anli exclaimed in horror, "It's about to come out!"