Doll Survival Game - Chapter 100 - Anger

The magician watched as the doll’s gaze dropped, avoiding him. He raised an eyebrow slightly, pulling the chair closer and leaning in towards Luo Yiran. His voice carried a suppressed, peculiar amusement. “Young master, I truly don’t understand why you’re upset.”

The doll didn’t lift his head. Having just experienced the magician’s wordplay, he no longer trusted what the magician said.

The magician extended his index finger in front of the doll. Since the doll’s head was lowered, he ended up staring directly at that finger. Then, he watched as a small rose bloomed from the bleeding fingertip.

A tiny rose.

The doll stared at it for a moment before lifting his gaze to meet the ocean in the magician’s eyes.

The magician blinked slowly, his clear eyes perfectly reflecting the doll’s image. He stretched his words in a playful whine, “Young master, isn’t it wonderful to be with me forever?”

Luo Yiran, who had just calmed down a bit, was speechless.

The doll took a deep breath before speaking, “Is this fun for you?”

The rose on the magician’s finger was flicked gently, landing in front of the doll. He squinted his eyes in delight, “It’s very fun.”

“Young master, do you know how many expressions you’ve shown in this short time?” The magician placed a finger on the doll’s head. “It’s so cute and lively.”

Nothing like the soulless doll displayed in the shop window during the day.

A strange emotion filled his heart, and the magician let out a low chuckle, speaking with a sense of wonder, “Young master, I love you very, very much.”

He leaned back, spreading his arms wide before bringing them together in a gesture of embrace. As his hands closed, a bouquet of roses appeared in his arms.

The man, dressed in a sharp black suit with long gray hair, lifted the bouquet to cover his face. Then, with a “bang” from his mouth, the bouquet exploded, scattering petals everywhere, with one drifting towards the doll.

Luo Yiran didn’t dodge or close his eyes, but just as the petal was about to obscure his vision, he found himself lifted into the air.

The doll seemed to calm down suddenly, looking at the magician with his raised hand, his expression unchanged. “So, you can manipulate the silver thread too.”

Between him and the magician, the faintly reflective silver threads connected from the magician’s fingertips to the doll’s head, neck, arms, and legs.

He had no idea when they had been attached.

Luo Yiran lowered his eyes. The force from the silver threads was irresistible, preventing him from freely controlling his own body, as the strength difference between him and the magician was significant.

The magician maneuvered the doll into a pose mid-air, his smile fading, eyes narrowing like the night sea. “To be precise, they’re puppet threads.”

He said this and stood up, his gray hair swaying gently. The magician moved his ring finger slightly, watching as the doll was seated on the red velvet bench within the box space. In the blink of an eye, the magician was close, so close that even his gray hair draped over the doll.

“Young master,” the magician’s voice was terrifyingly gentle. “The excitement and joy in my heart, I hope you can feel even a fraction of it.”

The doll’s body was immobile. “And if I can’t?”

The magician paused, then laughed. “I would prefer you lively and bouncing around me.”

“But if there’s really no way, I would have to kill you… but I would be very sad, because I love you so much.”

The magician’s fingers danced across the doll’s body. “If the object of your desire is always within reach, young master, would you keep waiting for the so-called perfect moment?”

Luo Yiran, unfazed by the magician’s words, replied with a blank expression, giving an answer the magician disliked. “I would.”

“…You little rascal, you don’t even have anything you desire.” The magician’s fingers moved dangerously close to the doll’s eyes as he gazed out the window, noticing that none of the passing crowd paid them any attention. “But my patience is lacking…”

“So what exactly do you want?” Luo Yiran interrupted.

There was silence behind him. Unable to move, Luo Yiran couldn’t turn to look into the magician’s eyes, so he asked again, “What do you want?”

-What do you want?

The magician stared out the window, momentarily stumped by the straightforward question. How could he answer in a way that would make the doll truly understand his feelings?

Still no response. The doll’s lips curled into a smile as he watched the magician’s reflection in the window. He asked, word by word, “Do you want me to ‘love’ you with the same ‘love’ you claim to have for me?”

The magician wasn’t fazed by the convoluted phrasing. His eyes lit up as he quickly replied, “I do. Can you give that to me, young master?”

Luo Yiran sensed the magician’s body and voice trembling slightly, accompanied by a very dangerous feeling-as if saying no would lead the magician to snap his neck.

The doll chuckled, letting out a small laugh.

“Young master?” The magician, though puzzled, was still full of hope.

“No,” Luo Yiran said decisively, then laughed again, his laughter tinged with mockery as he delivered a more hurtful remark to the magician. “You’re dreaming.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Yiran felt the silver threads wrapped around him tighten. His head was turned by the threads, bringing him face-to-face with the magician’s eyes, so close that the magician’s long eyelashes seemed to brush against his hair.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

The doll’s smile remained unchanged. “Then go ahead and kill me.”

After a moment of silence, the magician fixed the doll in place and stood up, retrieving the half of the box from the table. He silently removed the carefully arranged furniture inside and placed it over the space where the doll was.

“Young master, for your safety, stay put.”

Luo Yiran watched as the silver threads fell away the instant the box closed. He moved his body, unaffected, and began tapping on the holographic display.

With his movements, the doll’s smile slowly widened into an exaggerated expression, silently laughing-

He hadn’t been killed… not even slightly harmed.

Outside the box space.

The magician sat in the chair, his gaze fixed on the closed box space containing the doll-

After a while, he too smiled, then removed his hat and reached inside to pull out one little dress after another.

Feeling unhappy, he decided to cheer himself up.

“If only I could have a house like this in real life,” Duan Miaomiao sighed, feeling the soft embrace of the sofa.

Lin Ye glanced at the clock on the wall without saying a word.

The clock showed it was almost 1 AM. After exiting the instance, he pondered over the game’s notification for a couple of seconds before attempting to create an organization. Thankfully, the game update didn’t prevent him from doing so, and Lin Ye successfully established an organization, using an item to swap this small villa as their base.

The villa had three floors, with warm tones giving it a cozy feel. Some decorations added a touch of cuteness, though it didn’t quite look like a typical organizational base.

“Did you deliberately choose this villa, Lin Ye?” Zhang Mimi asked, squeezing a whale-shaped pillow from the sofa.

Lin Ye turned around, looking a bit tired but with bright eyes. “No, I just randomly picked an item to swap.”

Yuan Mo paused slightly, then asked, “Was the organization name random too?”

“We’re a small group, so let’s just call ourselves a team,” Lin Ye replied casually, nodding. “We’re only teaming up temporarily for the group battle, no need to seriously think of a name.”

“Wow-so cold,” Zhang Mimi exaggeratedly said, then chuckled. “Teams are bound to go into instances together, but organizations aren’t.”

Yuan Mo felt a bit lost at the table-so they wouldn’t be teaming up long-term?

Duan Miaomiao sighed, feeling a bit regretful. “Then I have to keep looking for an organization.”

She had been searching for an organization but felt none were quite the right fit, hence her indecision.

The four in the lobby fell silent. Zhang Mimi thought for a moment, “Anyway, the existence of the organization won’t affect much, so let’s keep it. Anyone who wants to leave can just do so.”

The other three agreed.

Duan Miaomiao’s mood lifted as she looked at the six names in the organization… team group. “By the way, why haven’t Xia and Ran accepted the organization invite yet? And Li Qi Feng and Via, sleeping so much during the day, aren’t they curious to check this out?”

Ran… Zhang Mimi’s lips curled slightly, then he said, “Xia might be asleep. He left the game in a daze, probably fell asleep right in his personal space.”

“As for the doll, he might be considering.”

Duan Miaomiao relaxed into the sofa. “As long as Ran comes, Xia will too.”

Yuan Mo opened his mouth but closed it again, feeling conflicted for a while without anyone noticing. Though he hadn’t been away from the group long enough for them to forget him, he was easily overlooked. One reason he agreed to come was to avoid being forgotten overnight; another was-

“Um,” Yuan Mo finally spoke, looking at the floor. “Are we… unable to leave the game?”

Zhang Mimi was slightly startled by the sudden question, his finger twitching. “…Seems like it.”

Yuan Mo looked up. “Aren’t you worried? What if we can never leave the game?”

The three were stunned, then all looked at him.

Yuan Mo was bewildered by their gaze and instinctively took two steps back. “W-what’s wrong?”

Zhang Mimi scratched his yellow hair. “Nothing… it’s just that Lin Ye and I actually think spending the rest of our lives in the game wouldn’t be so bad.”

Duan Miaomiao raised her hand. “Same here. I never wanted to work, just wanted to be a couch potato, and my personal space has food and drink, replenishing instantly. It’s practically my dream life.”

Lin Ye realized it was because Yuan Mo’s presence wasn’t strong, combined with their own lack of desire to leave, that they overlooked this issue. He looked at Yuan Mo. “Do you really want to go back?”

Yuan Mo hesitated, then said, “There’s a high school kid downstairs who keeps coming to my place for meals. If I can’t go back, what about him?”

The three: “…”

The three: “?”

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