Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 667 High Pressure

“Shi Yuan,” He Lingling sighed, “you should know about this… Sometimes being too emotional can really cloud a person’s judgment.”

Shi Yuan remained frozen in place, his face pale.

"There's something I also need to clarify: I'm not exactly a benevolent or kind person," He Lingling glanced at her and said.

"The reason I said that was simply because I thought the possibility of escaping through the lifeboat was extremely low."

"Shi Yuan, don't let desires interfere with you."

"..."

Shi Yuan lowered his head and stopped speaking.

Sun Qin finally chimed in, "So, what do we do now?"

"...Let's wait and see."

He Lingling: "The plot will unfold on its own. And Shi Yuan, I'd like to give you one last piece of advice: don't have too high expectations for the lifeboats. If it were really possible to escape, these passengers wouldn't all have died on this ship."

"I'm going out first."

After He Lingling finished speaking, she looked at Sun Qin, who seemed hesitant to speak, and said, "Sun Qin, come out with me."

Sun Qin exclaimed "Ah!", looked up at Shi Yuan by the window, and then looked at He Lingling.

She knew He Lingling meant to give Shi Yuan some space to think things over, so she decisively got up.

"Okay, I'll go too."

"..."

boom.

When the door closed slightly, Shi Yuan's eyelashes fluttered as he looked out the window.

She slowly looked up at the dense downpour outside the window and the NPCs struggling to scoop water, her heart trembling.

Yeah... if they could really escape... how could all these guests have died on this ship?

It was her just now, she was too extreme.

They were so extreme that they thought that as long as they had a lifeboat, they would definitely be able to leave this hellish place.

Shi Yuan sighed and suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself.

A crisp slap rang out, and a red, swollen bruise immediately appeared on her cheek.

"Next time...it won't happen again."

Shi Yuan's murmured voice echoed in the room. She reached out and touched her swollen and burning cheeks, then slowly closed her eyes.

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Second floor corridor.

"Is Shi Yuan left alone?"

Sun Qin was still a little worried. She whispered, "I feel like she's not in a good state right now."

"fine."

He Lingling stared at the windows in the corridor, which were surrounded by railings, and said without turning her head:

"Shi Yuan's ability to learn is stronger than ours... well, it should be a bit stronger than yours, so don't worry about her."

Sun Qin: "...Okay, fine."

Although what she said was true... she did feel that she might be much worse than Shi Yuan... which was also true.

"Then what are we going to do now?"

Sun Qin asked.

"Wait."

He Lingling repeated the exact same words as before, "As long as the situation on the ship becomes completely chaotic, the time when we meet the BOSS and clear the game will be getting closer and closer."

"...This puts us in a very passive position."

Sun Qin couldn't help but ask, "Can't it be earlier?"

"in advance?"

He Lingling turned to look at her, both amused and exasperated, and said, "Going early will likely result in death. Of course, it shouldn't be us who die; most likely, it will be the players on the first floor who start first."

"..."

Sun Qin was terrified and dared not speak further.

Why do people die prematurely?

"After all, it's a game instance, the kind that can kill you."

He Lingling looked at her and said, "The first one to die will be Wu Huimin, but the people who die after that... are just players, and then there are no more players."

It's even quite possible... that they'll be forced to choose someone from the player base to die.

Sun Qin turned pale with fright at the possibility He Lingling mentioned—"How could this be?"

She was so frightened that she was completely flustered. Instinctively, she grasped He Lingling's hand and said tremblingly:

"If that's the case, then wouldn't we be completely divided..."

Aside from the antisocial elements of the Black Robe Church, most players in the game won't actively seek out trouble with other players of the same kind, and may even help each other occasionally... Although this is a tacit rule, it can't continue indefinitely when it might affect one's own life.

He Lingling's expression was also very serious: "This is just my personal guess, it may not come true, don't think too much about it."

"...Okay, okay."

Sun Qin clearly didn't listen and continued to hold her arm tightly.

He Lingling knew that she hadn't listened, but she couldn't say anything to "comfort" her.

In fact, she didn't want to offer any comfort... because this could very well happen.

As He Lingling thought about the "internal strife" that would happen in the next few days, she looked out the window at the increasingly heavy rain, her expression becoming more and more complicated.

Is there any chance this rain will stop?

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The fourth night.

The dance floor on the second floor was still filled with singing and dancing, a scene of decadent revelry. Guests with obscured faces but ram's horns embraced each other, teasing and joking, drinking the most expensive drinks and eating, and constantly bursting into hearty laughter.

Shi Yuan and He Lingling kept their heads down, holding their drinks, occasionally dodging the groping hands of some "male guests," and stared at Sun Qin on the booth with unpleasant expressions.

Sun Qin plays the piano for three hours every night—no, tonight it's four hours.

Looking at Sun Qin on the exhibition stand, whose face was getting paler and paler and whose cold sweat was increasing, He Lingling felt that the other party might not be able to make it through tomorrow or the day after.

“Sun Qin did not play the piano on the first night, but she played for two hours on the second day.”

Shi Yuan bent down and placed the empty bottle of wine on the table, replacing the one he had just finished drinking. He said in a low voice, "It last night was three hours."

"Today it's four hours."

He Lingling lowered her eyes and wiped the food scraps on the table with a rag, saying in a low voice:

"Tomorrow it will be five hours, the day after tomorrow it will be six hours..."

If the time spent playing the piano is continuously increased, not only will Sun Qin's hands be unable to take it, but their "working hours" will also become longer and longer.

They could take breaks during their long "work" hours, but Sun Qin couldn't.

"As expected, safety comes at a price."

He Lingling sighed, "Sun Qin can avoid being harassed and intimidated by some strange creatures, as well as Wu Huimin's hatred... The price is that she needs to play the piano at a high intensity for a long time."

"Her hands probably won't be able to take it."

Shi Yuan could see it clearly: Sun Qin's hands on the display stand had begun to tremble.

If their guess is correct—there are still one hour and twenty-six minutes left until the end of the ball tonight.

That is, 1 a.m.

Can Sun Qin hold on any longer?

Shi Yuan dared not think too deeply about the consequences if the other party couldn't persevere.

In the past, when she was learning piano, she would study for an hour and then rest for about twenty minutes—even then she felt quite tired and couldn't stand it.

This might be related to Shi Yuan's dislike of playing the piano—but Sun Qin was constantly playing sheet music at such a fast pace without any breaks... It was truly painful.