Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 810 Burned

Before Xu Han's suspicions could fully take shape, a soft, foul-smelling, long, thin thing suddenly rolled up Xu Han and the flower petal blanket wrapped around him.

Xu Han: "?!?!?!?!"

Xu Han opened his eyes in horror and found himself hanging in mid-air, his body wrapped around a giant toad. The stench made him squint and he dared not even gag.

This is chaos! This is chaos!—He's not Thumbelina!—Toad, you've mistaken me for someone else!—

Xu Han's alarming sound of breaking down the defenses disappeared when she saw the floor-to-ceiling window.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Beside the floor-to-ceiling window, ten equally enormous toads opened their mouths wide and croaked in unison, their muscular hind legs suddenly propelling them onto the tabletop.

Xu Han: "..."

Xu Han was so frightened that he immediately closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw that all the players' sleeping Thumbelinas had been "stolen" away by the toads using their tongues.

Xu Han's heart was pounding in his throat: "..."

How terrifying this scene is!

How absurd!

So there wasn't just one toad, but a whole swarm? Wait, do people steal daughters-in-law regardless of gender?

No one knew of Xu Han's shock.

At this moment, He Lingling, Chen Yi, and An Jie are all shocked.

The first two felt that the original fairy tale had indeed been drastically altered, while the latter had a sense of "I knew it."

It's much better than all her random, nonsensical thoughts.

No wonder they had to blow some wind on them first to freeze them stiff.

Is the game's plot based on the fear that they will rebel?

Anjie silently watched the toad wrapped around her, her gaze sliding over the dense bumps on its body that were oozing some unknown liquid... Her stomach inexplicably churned.

As for Yu Shijiu.

Yu Shijiu squinted curiously at the toad that had rolled up around him. Although he thought the toad looked rather ugly, he was actually quite grateful.

Not having to walk (although the nauseating experience needs to be ignored) saves so much time and energy.

Unlike the other players whose faces were filled with undisguised disgust (except for the sleeping Thumbelina), Yu Shijiu was quite interested in being suspended high up and taking in the panoramic view of the tabletop. As the toad carried her past the sofa, she suddenly opened the lighter she had prepared in her hand and threw it out.

clatter--

The lighter made a soft, crackling sound as it was turned on. The toads paused their hopping, and their cold pupils slowly fell on the sofa, which was gradually being licked by the flames. Suddenly, their hopping movements quickened.

"Hurry up—quack!"

Yu Shijiu heard the toad wrapped around him hopping around and making sounds in a language he could understand, and he became very anxious.

"Fire! Caw! Fire! Caw caw—"

With its urgent cry, all the other toads carrying the players quickened their jumping speed, and soon one by one they jumped out of the French windows that had been blown open by the wind.

The torrential rain outside the window had stopped, leaving only a lingering breeze that slowly blew through the air, raising goosebumps on Yu Shijiu's skin.

"..."

Ignoring the faint fishy smell in his nose, Yu Shijiu gazed at the crescent moon hanging under the dark clouds in the night sky and opened his mouth in delight.

"Tear it apart——"

Behind him, tiny flames on the sofa gradually spread, licking the fabric cushions, and igniting the table legs and bookshelves—bang!

The ever-growing flames, like a ferocious maw, bit into the flowerpot on the table.

The flowerpot, unable to withstand the heat, emitted a violent explosion.

In the courtyard, hearing the explosion from the house behind them, the group of toads who had stolen "Thumbelina" jumped faster and faster.

A toad cried out in alarm, "Hurry! Croak—such a loud noise! ​​Croak! That woman will hear it! Croak!"

"Quack! Why is it on fire? Quack—didn't they say that woman checks on her children's living environment every night?!"

"I don't know! Quack quack quack! Hurry up and go!"

"..."

As the toads chattered and shouted, a loud explosion of a flowerpot behind them was followed by what sounded like a woman's sharp, ferocious scream.

"who is it!"

The foster mother's shrill screams echoed throughout the yard, making the players and toads' eardrums ache.

"Who stole my child!"

"Who stole my beloved children?!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh—Damn it!! Damn arsonist! Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it—Why won't you listen? Why won't you listen? Why won't you listen? Aaaaaaahh ...

Yu Shijiu glanced back at the house engulfed in flames. Through her blurred vision, she seemed to see countless "Thumbelinas" gradually dissipating in the fire. Their expressions were no longer those of their former ferocity and jealousy, but rather a kind of bewilderment, much like the release of vengeful spirits after being burned by the flames.

"Aaaaaah—it's those toads!!! It's those damn toads! Damn! Disgusting toads!!! Don't let me catch you!! Aaaaaah!!! Give me back my children!! Give me back my children!!! Give me back my children, aaaaah—"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it—disgusting toad!!!"

"My children! My obedient and sensible children! My children! They are mine! They are mine, mine, mine—you despicable, disgusting, stinking toads! I will never, ever let you go!!!"

"...disgusting toad..."

Yu Shijiu saw from afar that her foster mother was futilely bending over and searching around the house for a "good child" that she might not have noticed, until her skirt was also swallowed up by the surrounding flames.

When the flames began to bite her own flesh, the foster mother finally realized that she should escape. She let out a terrible roar and cry, but it was too late.

The flames spread up to her adoptive mother's huge skirt and the apron around her waist, burning her hair and causing her to writhe in pain as she stumbled around the house.

"Oh my god..."

Yu Shijiu heard Xu Han, who was also wrapped up by a toad, murmur in disbelief.

"How could my foster mother..."

How could my adoptive mother have died?

Yu Shijiu's lips curled up slightly, and his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched almost imperceptibly.

Sure enough, he made the right bet.

In this bizarre and distorted game instance based on fairy tales, the strange NPCs can only move around in a certain area. For example, the foster mother needs to stay in the house all the time except when she needs to work in the fields during the day.

Whether checking on her "children" to see if they were behaving, or eating and sleeping, she could not leave the room.

"..."

Amidst the mingling of flames and the damp air after the downpour, Yu Shijiu smelled the burning fumes in the air, and the joy in his eyes finally seemed more genuine.

He whispered his farewell to the house, which was being consumed by flames and receding into the distance.

"Goodbye... oh no, I mean never again..."

On the other side, Anjie seemed to realize something. She slowly turned her head to look at Yu Shijiu and caught a glimpse of the lingering pleasure on Yu Shijiu's face in the dim moonlight.

"..." An Jie's heart skipped a beat. From yesterday to today, all of Yu Shijiu's actions and expressions gradually formed a path leading to the truth in her mind.

Anjie: "..."

Anjie let out a soft breath and looked away from Yu Shijiu.

In some respects... Yu Shijiu did the right thing.

Anjie doesn't deny that she feels quite comfortable right now.

After all, the adoptive mother was indeed an unforgivable scoundrel.

He Lingling and Chen Yi were the same.

He Lingling watched her foster mother scream in agony amidst the flames, her back hunched as she fled in all directions, only to be forced back into the house. Her mind was filled with images of the "Thumbelinas" she had seen under the activation of her "Ghost Eyes."

"..."

It's karma, isn't it?

He Lingling and Chen Yi thought.

Fang Youhua looked at her adoptive mother, who was being burned, in the room with complicated eyes, and lowered her eyelids without saying a word.

Beside her, Yang Hua's frightened voice carried by the wind to her ears.

"Why didn't she run? She could have been saved if she had just run away... if she had just run away..."

Fang Youhua listened and gave a sarcastic laugh.

run?

How to run?

How could a monster that has been confined to a certain area possibly escape?

Like someone who is forever stuck in their own little world.

The foster mother's desperate and frantic cries grew fainter and fainter. The toads, carrying their "spoils," leaped across the swamp, across the meadow, across the fields planted by the farmers... and finally arrived at a small pond at dawn.

This is a small pond covered with green grass and lotus flowers. Large lotus leaves float on the water, emerald green, with water droplets dripping along the edges of the leaves.

"arrive."

A toad mumbled indistinctly, his voice brimming with excitement:

"My son will be so happy to see his wife! And such a beautiful one at that!"

"Me too! That woman burned to death too, she won't find her way here!"

"Yes, yes! Quack! Great, great! That woman is finally dead!!"

"..." The toads loudly discussed the death of their foster mother, and did not forget to take their respective "daughters-in-law" back to their own homes.

Their home is this muddy pond in front of them. The toads place their "daughters-in-law" on the lotus flowers they have chosen, admire their "beauty" for a while, and then croak several times in satisfaction before jumping into the pond.

They knew these stolen "daughters-in-law" couldn't escape.

As the toads jumped into the pond, the players who had been pretending to be asleep in the center of the lotus flowers opened their eyes one by one.

As they gazed at the dawning sunlight, they felt as if the stench of a toad's tongue still lingered on them.

Xu Han had a light appetite and vomited almost as soon as he turned over.

But there was really nowhere around for him to vomit, and if he really wanted to vomit, he could only do so in the lotus flowers... After thinking about it, Xu Han held back with a ferocious expression.

In another lotus flower not far away, He Lingling struggled to stand upright, clinging to the petals, and communicated with Xu Han from a distance.

"Are you ok?"

Xu Han's face was deathly pale, and he shook his head: "No, not good, I, I feel a little... nauseous..."

He Lingling: "..."