Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 770 Broadcast

"..."

This simplistic answer clearly failed to satisfy the gossiping mentality of those around him.

Disappointed, the players turned their gaze back to the large screen floating in the center of the square.

Several red countdown numbers appeared on the large screen, which was originally black.

00: 59.

00: 58.

00: 57.

00:56……

It's the final minute countdown before the guild tournament draw begins.

The hand gripping the back of Xu Han's neck slowly loosened.

Xu Han grimaced in pain, clutching his neck and whimpering, which drew Yu Shijiu's concerned inquiry.

"Does it hurt a lot, Han-ge?" Yu Shijiu hesitated before handing over the recovery potion: "How about you drink some of this?"

The recovery potion is a wonderful thing; after drinking it, all illnesses will be cured—Xu Han was deeply moved, tears streaming down her face, and refused Yu Shijiu's offer.

"It's too expensive," Xu Han said, choking back tears. "This little bit of pain isn't worth drinking recovery potions."

After saying that, Xu Han continued to cover her neck and sob softly.

While crying, she stared at He Lingling with resentful eyes, trying to inflict guilt on her with her gaze.

Completely ignoring him, He Lingling patted her face, which was stiff from laughing, and watched Yu Shijiu stuff the recovery potion back into his system backpack. She then looked up at the countdown.

The large red countdown screen floating in mid-air had reached its final thirty seconds, and the surrounding stands were almost full of players who had come to watch/participate in the guild tournament.

Chen Yi and An Jie haven't arrived yet—

He Lingling breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the two figures, one fat and one thin, getting closer and closer outside the live broadcast square.

coming.

Anjie and Chen Yi, who arrived late, greeted Lu Chusheng and the others, and then sat down next to He Lingling.

"Sister An, you're too late. The countdown has already ended—"

clang--

A deafening bell suddenly rang out inside the live broadcast plaza, jolting many players who had been waiting drowsy awake. They looked up in horror at the large screen in mid-air.

The sober players frowned, covered their ears, and looked up as well.

Yu Shijiu frowned, his eardrums throbbing slightly, but his hand honestly covered the chubby ear in his arms.

"Meow-"

Fatty looked up at him anxiously, but the meowing suddenly stopped.

"..." Yu Shijiu then belatedly realized that her ears had been covered.

It was Lu Chusheng beside him.

No wonder he felt like something was blocking his ears for a moment.

Realizing this, Yu Shijiu was taken aback and turned to look at the other person.

Lu Chusheng did not respond to him, and quickly turned his head to look at the big screen.

Yu Shijiu: "..."

He reached out and rubbed his ears; they felt warm and tingly, and he felt a strange shiver.

What's going on? Does the bell's sound carry an electric shock effect?

Completely baffled, Yu Shijiu looked up at the big screen—and froze.

The countdown had ended, and the large screen, which had been black, was now broadcasting the footage of the huge audience seats where they were.

On the screen, the players who realized they were in the live stream audience changed their expressions. Some were frightened, some were quiet, and some even got up to leave but were pulled back to sit down by the people next to them.

The live stream slowly rotated, showing almost every player sitting in the audience—including some that Yu Shijiu knew.

For example, the young couple who narrowly escaped death in "Equivalent Invitation," Yu Shijiu can't quite remember their names.

The scene then shifts to the location of the nun and Zhou Yuanyang. Behind them sit players dressed in black robes whose faces are obscured, remaining silent and revealing only their pale chins.

The nun, still wearing her exquisite and beautiful makeup, covered her mouth in surprise and laughed when the screen turned to her. Then, with a radiant smile, she blew a kiss to the screen.

"..."

Many female gamers in the audience instantly erupted in excitement.

"The nun is so beautiful..."

"That kiss must be for us..."

"I'm so envious... but we can't get into the Black Robe Church..."

"Never mind, the nun herself told us not to join the Black Robe Church..."

Countless murmurs reached Zhou Yuanyang's ears. He glanced at the nun beside him with a half-smile and whispered:

"You won't let them into the Black Robe Church?"

"Why would a girl join a black-robed church?"

The nun casually admitted, "The bodies of lower-level players in the Black Robe Church will gradually begin to rot and become disfigured... I don't want to see girls become like that."

Zhou Yuanyang: "..."

Zhou Yuanyang looked at the nun meaningfully, or rather, at the pastor sitting behind her: "Is that so?"

The nun pretended not to hear him and turned her head to talk to the chestnut-haired man next to her.

"How have you been sleeping lately?"

The chestnut-haired man raised his head half-awake and nodded. His striking features exuded a peculiar, rich feminine charm.

If Zhou Yuanyang's face is simply exquisitely beautiful, then he is truly a stunning beauty—so beautiful that it's difficult to distinguish his gender with the naked eye.

"not bad."

The chestnut-haired man, the priest, yawned, his eyes still blurry with tears, and wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, saying:

"Those men's souls were just too filthy. It took me a long time to finally kill them and send them to hell to join the demons."

"..." The nun covered her mouth to stifle a soft laugh without changing her expression: "It seems you're in a good mood."

"Hmm." The priest smiled and curved his lips: "A bunch of disgusting things have suffered and died, of course I'm in a good mood."

Sister: "Have you thought of any new criminal laws? Tell me so I can learn about them too..."

Pastor: "Of course, you can just peel off the skin of the filthy thing while it's still alive..."

Zhou Yuanyang glanced lightly at the two players beside him who were chatting enthusiastically, and then reached out and stuffed the red-legged centipede that had crawled out of his sleeve back into his sleeve.

"good."

Zhou Yuanyang gently soothed the restless red-legged centipede: "How about we don't listen to some of these things for now?"

"..."

The nun glanced at Zhou Yuanyang's profile: "He's starting to encourage his little lover to stop listening to our conversation again."

“Bishop Zhou cherishes his treasure as always,” the pastor smiled. “That’s good.”

The nun clicked her tongue: "You think it's just a treasure—"

"nun."

Zhou Yuanyang suddenly spoke up: "You're being nosy."

The nun covered her mouth sheepishly, "Oh dear, I really did talk too much."

"..." The pastor was incredibly curious: "If it's not a treasure, then what is it?"

The nun raised an eyebrow: "Then I wouldn't know."

Zhou Yuanyang glanced at them, said nothing, and gently soothed the red-legged centipede lying in his sleeve.

Next came the leaders of various guilds, and so on—Yu Shijiu and the others even saw their own faces appear on the big screen.

Xu Han was astonished: "How come it looks like we're on TV?"