Wearing a tattered jacket, the disheveled Jiangdong store manager glared at him. His face, which had looked quite respectable before, now looked unusually weathered, as if he had aged from an uncle to an old man.
I wonder what He Jun will think when he sees 'Brother Xing' like this.
The identification card was slightly warm, indicating that the identification had been successful.
Ren Yifei sensed something on Jiang Dong trying to escape—it was 'Little Game'!
He shouted directly to Saman, "Cast the net!"
In the time it takes to breathe, an invisible net enveloped the area, and in Saman's eyes, 0s and 1s were arranged into various programs and quickly scanned.
The 'mini-game' rampages through the net, even attempting to reclaim its power to escape.
Ren Yifei's phone vibrated. He took it out; on his very first day, his little game app had entered a self-deletion phase. Meanwhile, in many corners of this world, on the phones of sleeping players, a certain software, bound to nightmares, was disappearing.
In another office, where the lights were on all night, an elderly man nearing retirement slammed his hand on the table and let out a loud laugh like that of a young man: "Good! Good!"
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the moon peeked out halfway.
The black shadow left the world as silently as it had come.
The officer outside the door didn't know what had happened, but he had an instinctive feeling, a feeling that the night was about to pass, and he suddenly felt relieved.
"It's over." Ren Yifei put his phone back.
The eyes of the surrounding detectives lost their luster, their color fading to white. Even the two shop assistants lost their color; the virtual world was fading away, leaving only the players: Ren Yifei, Saman, and Gui.
The shopkeeper, Jiang Dong, remained unfazed: "Even if you find me, what good will it do?"
He thought that having the support of the mini-game gave him a sense of security, or perhaps the previous failures of other players gave him this illusion.
Unfortunately, the mini-game he was counting on was countered by Saman's skills, forcing him to retreat back to Jiangdong.
"Don't move." A pistol was pressed against the head of the Jiangdong boss. Ren Yifei had gotten it from somewhere and the safety was off.
"I know you're not afraid of death, but aren't you afraid of pain too?"
Boss Jiang Dong: ...
In a civilized society, there should be no use of guns or knives.
Due to the unique nature of the dungeon, players cannot use any offensive items or skills, making them no different from ordinary people.
It's common knowledge that this country has a gun ban. Furthermore, the players are all ordinary people who have been screened. Previously, players who wanted to conquer Jiangdong could only use melee weapons or hand-to-hand combat.
Jiang Dong has never been afraid of hand-to-hand combat. Being beaten for fifteen minutes is just the time limit for subduing the ghost card; besides, wouldn't he run away?
So why does this player have a gun?
Ren Yifei looked at the stiff and motionless Jiang Dong, his smile deepening. The gun in his hand was fake, obviously fake, but the man was so terrified that he didn't even have the courage to look up.
This thing doesn't even deserve to be called a 'ghost'! If it weren't for the mini-game, it wouldn't even be worth a damn thing.
"Did you also finish the game in the Source World?" Ren Yifei asked.
This seemed to provoke 'Ghost,' whose eyes were red: 'It's those bastards who are meddling and chasing after me! I told you long ago, there's no point in staying in this lousy country, the best place is America, that's where freedom is! I told you so long ago!'
Ren Yifei's smile vanished, and he kicked him in the face, stomping down on his nose: "Did I tell you to say these things?"
Jiang Dong winced in pain, yet he remained fearful of the gun. He knew all too well that these players from another world were ruthless killers, capable of anything they said.
"Look, I just held up a fake gun, and he was so scared he didn't dare move. What a piece of trash. How about we try to find someone else for this little game?" Ren Yifei slowed his speech, coaxing him gently.
What do you think of me?
"A fake gun?" Jiang Dong raised his head angrily, but the next second another leg swept over, and his head hit the corner of the bed, making him see stars.
With a whoosh, golden lightning struck from the sky, causing the earth to tremble slightly. This was the entity behind this instance, the Desolate Corner expressing its discontent.
A crescent-shaped halo flashed across Jiang Dong's forehead. Ren Yifei saw it and dropped the model pistol in his hand: "Don't worry, leave the rest to me if you're willing."
The crescent-shaped halo on Jiang Dong's forehead shone even brighter, and more lightning bolts struck, the closest one almost hitting the dormitory door.
The dungeon disappeared, and finally the dormitory disappeared too, leaving the sky and the earth empty.
A massive, dark cloud gathered above them, crackling with thunder and lightning, as if a golden dragon were coiling within it. It occasionally spewed forth bolts of lightning, representing the desolate corner's threat to the rebels below.
Ren Yifei raised his head and smiled at the dark clouds. A phantom image materialized behind him, a bolt of lightning struck, and the phantom image opened its mouth and swallowed it, instantly doubling in size.
Several more bolts of lightning flashed from the dark clouds, but they were all swallowed up. The afterimage was already as tall as a mountain, and one could reach the sky with a raised hand.
Ren Yifei, however, was still smiling. This 'well-behaved' and always lazy excellent player suddenly revealed his sharp fangs.
Samantha looked at him with fascination: this was the person he liked, he was so outstanding.
Discovering that the desolate corner couldn't harm a single player, the mini-game seemed intrigued. It floated out from Jiang Dong's forehead, ignoring the angry, pained, and desperate look in Jiang Dong's eyes, and drifted to Ren Yifei's side.
"We can sign a contract," the little game said reservedly. "As long as you sign a contract with me, you can borrow my power."
Is it hard to resist becoming a spokesperson for an infinite flow game?
"No one can refuse me," the little game thought with a touch of smugness.
As long as things are done according to its rules, it doesn't matter if it replaces a subordinate; it's had enough of that idiot from before. It was just bad luck that it broke the seal back then.
"I'm really looking forward to it."
With his well-defined knuckles outstretched, Ren Yifei hovered below the mini-game, his smile incredibly gentle: "Thank you for choosing me... I'm sorry, you've been tricked."
Before the mini-game could react, the phantom swallowed it whole.
The naive little game was no match for human cunning, and it delivered itself to its doom.
"Borrowing power? ...Wouldn't it be better if it became mine directly?" He reached into the illusory figure and grasped it.
Golden energy flowed across the body's surface in the form of a net. It was so explosive that the skin, which was flowing with energy, could not withstand the impact and cracked and bled.
In the blink of an eye, Ren Yifei was covered in blood.
"Ah Fei?!" Samantha was very worried, but he also knew that if he went over there, he would only disrupt Ah Fei's plans, which would be counterproductive.
"I should trust the person I chose; he's not a reckless person." Samantha clenched his fist, veins bulging on it.
Ren Yifei turned his head and looked at Saman through a thin layer of shadow, then smiled at him. Blood trickled down his face, staining his handsome features, but it did not diminish his radiance.
"Look, we are all rebels in the desolate corner."
If the Wasteland hadn't stirred up trouble with its high-end player cleanup plan, Ren Yifei wouldn't have been so 'ambitious'.
Others might dislike desolate corners, but he found it alright; he had a place to perform and a large expanse of uninhabited land to live on. If nothing unexpected happened, he would live quietly for a long time.
It's a pity, why bother cleaning out high-end players?
Ren Yifei was indifferent to many things, except being controlled by others.
Whether it's controlling your destiny or controlling your life.
Ren Yifei wants freedom, but the desolate corner insists on controlling his freedom. Since the irreconcilable contradiction has been born, it is bound to explode one day. The appearance of the mini-game only exacerbates this contradiction.
Lightning flashed in the sky, and the little game on the ground struggled desperately. Ren Yifei's skin cracked open in layers, which healed and cracked again quickly, with golden energy flowing through the wounds.
Ren Yifei had already stretched out both hands, locking the mini-game in his palms.
As the energy was absorbed, more and more fragments of various laws emerged from the mini-game. These tiny fragments gathered at Ren Yifei's brow, and Ren Yifei felt as if his skull was about to be split open.
He endured the pain and intensified his efforts to absorb the mini-games.
"This is troublesome. The mini-game has devoured so much stuff. It's incredibly powerful and full of impurities. Plus, the desolate corner is sending lightning. It feels like it's about to explode."
The mountain-like phantom stopped growing taller and instead swelled up like a balloon, the extent of which made Samantha, standing beside him, feel uneasy. He kept telling himself, "Trust Ah Fei," while desperately restraining himself from acting impulsively.
"Saman, throw me my gift!" Ren Yifei finally spoke when he was about to reach his limit.
Without saying a word, Saman opened the gem box and threw out the replica.
Ren Yifei caught it with one hand, and the power he had taken from the mini-game flowed through his body and into the clone in his hand, instantly establishing an energy pathway.
The impending explosion of energy found an outlet, and the surface of the replica glowed with a pale golden light.
The clone, which was only one-third of the original and inherently flawed, frantically absorbed this energy. It accepted everything, whether it was the power of the desolate corner or the power of the original body.
Ren Yifei even sensed a small, almost intimate, emotional response.
"This little thing has already developed 'consciousness'?" Ren Yifei was particularly surprised.
Fifteen minutes passed quickly. The mini-game had been completely drained, leaving not a trace. The dark clouds in the sky also helplessly stopped their riot, and the copy in Ren Yifei's hand turned golden.
Jiang Dong had long since collapsed, turning into a ghost card that landed at Ren Yifei's feet. However, Ren Yifei was somewhat disgusted and didn't want it.
He wanted to return the copy in his hand to Saman: "Here you go."
Saman reached out to take it back.
With a 'whoosh,' tiny energy fragments around the golden replica formed a pair of soft little feathers. The little feathers grabbed Ren Yifei's fingers, rubbed the sphere against his fingertips, and even disdainfully brushed Saman with the tips of the feathers: Go away, I don't want you!
Saman: ...
Ren Yifei was ruthless and cold-blooded. He tore off the unwilling golden replica and threw it into Saman's hand: "It's time. If you can't, bring it to me."
After saying that, they left this broken little world.
"My bones are about to break." Ren Yifei woke up in the desolate corner, feeling as if he had been run over by a truck. He now knew what it felt like to absorb so much energy that he almost exploded.
"Player~~"
As soon as the guide spirit appeared, Ren Yifei reached out and pressed it down: "Quiet, I need to catch up on my sleep. We can talk about it after I wake up."
He touched his forehead; it was completely flat, nothing there. But he could sense that a vast database was hidden within.
The contents would automatically pop up whenever he wanted. It included the high-tech information technology that Saman had spent a year acquiring.
But the most important thing, and the one that the desolate corner had spent so much effort trying to obtain, was not these things, but a fragment containing the power of 'life'.
Given enough energy and enough time, this little bit of 'life' power can evolve into a world.
The last time he felt that connection was when he became the Scarlet Witch and had the privilege of being a witness to history. It was through that golden fragment, but it was a projection, so the feeling wasn't as profound.
Unlike now, Ren Yifei even had a very arrogant idea: if I wanted to, I could even create an infinite world all by myself.
He was too tired. He must have been bored out of his mind to try and create some infinite miniature world. Ren Yifei shook his head and lay down: "I feel like I've forgotten something."
Never mind, things I can't remember are definitely not important.