Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 758 Instigating Rebellion

Zhou Yuanyang got angry.

To be precise, he was very angry.

Even Zhou Yuanyang himself didn't know what he was angry about.

What's bothering you?

For the first time, Lu Chusheng bluntly snorted, "Didn't I stop you when you wanted to leave?"

Lu Chusheng really didn't want to think about that day's scene—the image of Zhou Yuanyang kneeling in front of everyone in the inspection team like a madman and slapping himself was something that made him feel irritated just thinking about it.

"...They stopped them."

Zhou Yuanyang's anger seemed to have been punctured, hissing and leaking out.

"but--"

"I hate it when you use the word 'but'."

Lu Chusheng interrupted him, coldly and calmly stating a fact.

"Zhou Yuanyang, your 'buts,' your 'worries,' your... 'love,' there's just too much of it."

So much so that when Lu Chusheng returned to town after narrowly escaping death from a game instance, he found it absurd to see Zhou Yuanyang kneeling before him.

It’s ridiculous.

Just because of an unverified "possibility," Zhou Yuanyang chose to leave the inspection team and join the Black Robe Church, a guild with hardly any normal people.

"Brother Lu."

The smile on Zhou Yuanyang's face slowly disappeared. He stared blankly at Lu Chusheng sitting opposite him, and slowly, little by little, he closed his eyes.

“I had no other choice at the time, that was the only option I had… I don’t regret it, and I still don’t regret it now.”

"Ah."

Lu Chusheng nodded coldly: "Yes, you don't regret it. You don't regret why you agreed to come out with me?"

Zhou Yuanyang: "..."

Zhou Yuanyang's expression stiffened at what he said, and after a moment of contemplation, he actually nodded.

“It’s not regret,” Zhou Yuanyang said, “It’s more like confusion, panic, and helplessness than regret.”

Lu Chusheng: "..."

Lu Chusheng's eyes showed a confused and incomprehensible look, but his face was so indifferent that it was almost impossible to tell what he was thinking except for people who knew him very well.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yuanyang actually falls into the category of "people we know very well".

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the box door.

The voice of a part-time female gamer could be heard from outside the door.

"Guests, your coffee is ready."

"……Come in."

It was Lu Chusheng.

creak-

The door to the private room was pushed open from the outside by a part-time female gamer. She carefully carried two cups of coffee to the table, stopped and put them down, and then placed the mango mousse on the tray in front of Zhou Yuanyang.

Please enjoy your meal.

After saying what she had to say, the part-time female gamer hurriedly ran away.

Even the most oblivious person could sense the tense, menacing atmosphere the moment they entered the private room.

Of course, this is just a metaphor that a part-time female gamer came up with on a whim.

The moment the door to the private room closed, Zhou Yuanyang moved.

Zhou Yuanyang smiled and lowered his head, taking out a delicate little fruit knife from his system backpack. Under Lu Chusheng's gaze, he cut his fingertip.

Lu Chusheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

After Zhou Yuanyang cut his fingertip, he flipped his finger over and squeezed the wound to drip blood onto the mango mousse.

tick-

Even though it was a process that should not make any sound at all, Lu Chusheng felt as if he really heard the sound of blood dripping.

"Brother Lu probably hasn't seen this before, has he?"

Zhou Yuanyang smiled as he dripped blood onto the mango mousse, one drop after another. The blood dripped down the wound on his fingertip, coating the surface of the mango mousse with a sticky and translucent jam, as if a special glass-like layer had been made.

“This is a method the chairman taught me,” Zhou Yuanyang said, “to nourish her with my blood so that she can retain her memories of me… and her love for me.”

"is that useful?"

Lu Chusheng interrupted Zhou Yuanyang, who was about to utter even more terrifying words, and said coldly:

"You've forcibly turned her into another species. Do you really think she can be resurrected?!"

"can!"

Zhou Yuanyang's voice suddenly grew louder, as if he wanted to crush Lu Chusheng's words, and he seemed to want to bite off a piece of Lu Chusheng's flesh.

Why can't they be resurrected?

"We're in a resurrected state now! She was just... she was just unlucky, unlucky to have been captured by those monsters, captured..."

What happens after we catch them?

Lu Chusheng countered, "She was killed in a game instance, not in the real world."

This is almost an impossible "resurrection".

But Zhou Yuanyang believed it anyway.

The Black Robe Church's president, who rarely appeared in public, somehow managed to bewitch Zhou Yuanyang.

He seized upon Zhou Yuanyang's most vulnerable state of mind and successfully turned Zhou Yuanyang to the side during the few days Lu Chusheng was away from the city.

Whenever Lu Chusheng thought about all the things that might have happened in those days, he regretted not being in town at the time—if he had been there, would Zhou Yuanyang have been less easily turned, or even not turned at all?

"It will come back to life."

Even now, Zhou Yuanyang still doesn't believe the "facts" Lu Chusheng has said. The large centipede under his clothes smelled the blood and impatiently crawled all over his body.

The sensation of the insect's fine tentacles hooking onto his skin was strange, but Zhou Yuanyang didn't care at all.

The giant centipede scurried out of his sleeve and rushed toward the mango mousse that had been dripping with blood.

The rainbow-legged centipede has a slender and cold body. Its tentacles tremble with pleasure as it nibbles on the mango mousse, and its large, sharp mouthparts bite at the mousse in front of it again and again.

“Look,” Zhou Yuanyang stared intently at the red-legged centipede gnawing on a mango on the table, as if recalling her past appearance through the centipede’s appearance.

"She's so beautiful."

Zhou Yuanyang said, "Just like the president said, she started to become clingy to me after drinking my blood. Brother Lu, it's true."

Lu Chusheng: "..."

Lu Chusheng stared at the red-legged centipede on the table, devouring mango mousse. He closed his eyes slightly, feeling a pang of pity, and hesitated for a few seconds before saying:

“If you give her blood to drink, she’ll only ignore it if she’s an idiot or a worm.”

Zhou Yuanyang: "..."

The smile on Zhou Yuanyang's face vanished instantly.

He frowned and glared at Lu Chusheng, a cold, painful light flickering deep within his gray eyes.

"Guild Tournament, the reward item for the first place in this year's guild tournament."

Lu Chusheng felt a chill run down his spine.

He stared in astonishment at Zhou Yuanyang.

The latter looked at him, the corners of her mouth slowly curving upwards, the arc growing wider and wider.

"The chairman said so."

That damn guild leader said it again—"The reward for winning first place in this year's guild competition is very likely to be a god-tier item related to player resurrection."

Zhou Yuanyang's eyes turned somewhat strange, and he said in a low voice, word by word:

"As long as we can get it, we can resurrect the people we want to resurrect."

"Whether it's a player or a monster."

"It will be all right."

"..."