Doll Survival Game - Chapter 127
The magician’s lips twitched, and since Luo Yiran had been keeping an eye on him, he noticed the change in the magician’s expression almost instantly: “What are you smiling about?”
“Nothing.” The magician’s lips curled into a full smile as he sat beside Luo Yiran, cheerfully saying, “Just happy to see a good person.”
…Tsk, what nonsense.
Luo Yiran paused after thinking this, then placed his hand on his lips, his expression darkening.
The magician watched with interest as the world crumbled before them, the people and cars below frozen in place, merging with the background like a painting being burned away, piece by piece disappearing to reveal the darkness beneath.
Luo Yiran lowered his hand, becoming more cautious, his face deliberately stern.
The magician’s short black hair was growing, now covering half an ear, and his features were subtly changing. Luo Yiran looked at his own hand–he was also becoming smaller.
Moreover, he was losing something. Luo Yiran looked up, watching the sky crack open, deep blue fragments falling and slowly vanishing in mid-air.
Hmm, losing the parts that didn’t belong to him.
The magician watched as the vivid and subtle expressions on Luo Yiran’s face gradually faded, white bandages appearing on his own skin, though not yet completely covering it, so if Luo Yiran turned his head, he could see the magician’s face.
But Luo Yiran didn’t turn his head.
Luo Yiran raised the key in his hand, a key he was quite familiar with, as when he was Qiu Qiu, it was the key to his room.
However, he hadn’t taken it with him when he left… It appeared in his hand only after he expressed that Qiu Qiu was the Dead Woman, and the Dead Woman was the key.
“…”
“Young master, do you think this world is real?”
The magician suddenly spoke, and Luo Yiran quickly responded, glancing below, seeing the surroundings collapse centered around them.
“It’s good enough, you can taste the sweetness of milk tea.” Luo Yiran chuckled, now the size of a schoolchild: “But fake is still fake.”
After a pause, he continued, “Though I’m a bit curious about the Dead Woman’s appearance.”
Bones determine the foundation, flesh forms a different exterior, Li Wei… probably isn’t the true appearance of the Dead Woman either.
“Is that so?” The magician raised his eyes: “I’m more curious about how the young master knows you’re the ‘Dead Woman’.”
Luo Yiran paused, instinctively wanting to look at the magician but held back, simply saying, “Are you seriously curious about something so simple?”
Magician: “…”
Despite the sarcasm, Luo Yiran answered, “First, I didn’t find another Dead Woman, second, emotions.”
“The emotions I felt were the only real thing in this small instance… and since this is the Dead Woman’s instance, if it’s not mine, it must be hers.”
Lines appeared on his fingers, Luo Yiran remained expressionless: “I don’t dislike the Dead Woman.” After all, she allowed him to feel deep emotions, though he still couldn’t understand Luo Jun and the others.
Probably because they’re different types.
“But why didn’t the Dead Woman set Li Wei as herself?” Luo Yiran lowered his hand, clearly feeling his body lighten: “Being hidden in plain sight is quite good.”
The magician’s bandages had fully appeared, he gently exhaled, then removed the bandage from his eyes–without the normal emotions of the young master, he probably wouldn’t use that tone to praise his eyes anymore.
“If Li Wei here were the Dead Woman, you would quickly discover it too.”
Luo Yiran’s body was completely doll-like, but at this moment, he was still the size of a human arm, his large round red eyes bright and radiant: “Not necessarily.”
At that time, he was influenced by emotions, making calm judgment perhaps difficult…
The magician understood his implication, his transparent eyes lowered, the night wind blowing, the magician watched as the floors below them began to collapse: “Really?”
He used Ji Ming’s tone.
So Luo Yiran instinctively turned his head, then saw the magician’s gray hair fluttering in the wind, his bandage undone to below his eyes, long lashes framing pupils clearly reflecting the darkness ahead.
A scene that, at first glance without mental preparation, would seem beautiful and stunning.
Thud.
An inexplicable soft sound.
Luo Yiran’s ball-jointed hand unconsciously retracted, for a moment he seemed to feel nothing.
Another gust of wind came, and the now palm-sized Luo Yiran’s body floated, then the magician, as if always watching him from the corner of his eye, turned and reached out to catch him in an instant.
“Young master, do you think all the emotions you feel are someone else’s?”
The doll’s face was expressionless, the lively and joyful expressions it once had not showing on this face.
The magician’s transparent eyes reflected the doll’s appearance, then he smiled and placed the doll on his shoulder, the doll instantly extending a silver thread to secure itself against the wind.
The building below collapsed until only a little remained, the magician stepped forward into the darkness, then in the next second stepped through the door.
Before him was blue sky, white clouds, and a water surface reflecting the sky like a mirror.
“Ran–”
A loud shout sounded behind him, Luo Yiran turned, just in time to see Zhang Mimi, covered in wounds, emerge from the door, then kneel on the ground.
Yuan Mo, who had been approaching him, instantly turned to Zhang Mimi’s side, quickly handing him a spirit serpent.
The injuries would carry over.
The magician walked towards Zhang Mimi, but after taking two steps, both he and the doll suddenly turned their heads to look in the direction where the Demon and others were.
The atmosphere shifted, and in an instant, Zhang Mimi and Yuan Mo also looked in that direction.
Beside the Demon, Li Wei, who had been unconscious, stood up. Her demeanor had undergone a drastic change, exuding a powerful aura that rivaled the Demon, while the Mantis Woman gently nudged her side.
The Demon tilted his head slightly: “Long time no see.”
Li Wei glanced at him lightly, then her gaze fell on Luo Yiran: “How are you sure the key is with the Dead Woman?”
“Who else could it be?” Luo Yiran retorted, noting that the main challenge of the small instance was emotional suppression, while everything else was relatively straightforward.
After speaking, Luo Yiran’s eyelashes lowered: “Besides, it was you… the Dead Woman who helped you escape that world.”
He had initially intended to say “you yourself,” but changed his wording.
Li Wei laughed and said, “The ending wasn’t me being forced to death, but me killing them.”
She had avenged herself, even though she seemingly had no enemies.
Luo Yiran paused, then looked at the magician.
Magician: “?”
The doll’s gaze didn’t linger; it fell on the door behind Zhang Mimi, where Tang Bai’s relief gave off a sense of a refined scoundrel. He stared for a while and then laughed.
“Puppet.”
The magician slightly raised his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling softly.
“I understand now.” Luo Yiran’s smile was gentle and beautiful.
The magician also smiled: “What does the young master understand?”
“You all indeed once lived in the real world.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire fifth floor fell silent. After a while, the Demon stared at the doll: “What did you say?”
Luo Yiran smiled: “Sooner or later, someone will find out.” As long as someone enters the game, there will always be people who have connections with the bosses. Unless these bosses live much longer than them, long enough that everyone related to them has already died.
“But what I understand is not just this.”
This was something he had long suspected. What he understood was–Luo Yiran looked at the magician: “I understand why Lin Na didn’t become a boss.”
The magician turned his head, his clear eyes seemingly gentle yet focused on the doll.
“She died before she could become a boss.” Luo Yiran’s eyes sparkled like stars: “And resentment should be one of the conditions for becoming a boss.”
Perhaps there were other points of obsession, but at that time, Lin Na must have had nothing else to seek but death.
Therefore, Tang Bai’s motive for becoming a boss was likely driven by the belief that others had caused Lin Na’s death, wanting to help her avenge them.
However, what made Luo Yiran completely certain was Li Wei’s earlier statement–Li Wei didn’t die, and she killed others.
So the boss is not a deceased person. He had initially wondered if the boss could be a deceased person, someone who died tragically and full of hatred.
After all, they can no longer be considered human.
No one spoke until Zhang Mimi couldn’t help but cough twice, after which Li Wei raised her hand and bluntly said: “Congratulations on passing.”
Everyone except the doll was stunned, then Yuan Mo said in a daze: “We passed?”
Li Wei patted the Mantis Woman’s head: “Yes, next you just need to reach the rooftop.”
The doll withdrew his gaze, confirming that he hadn’t seen any reactions from the bosses that denied his statement. He then asked Zhang Mimi: “Can you move?”
Zhang Mimi stood up with difficulty: “I can.” Once standing, he glanced at the holographic display, checking for any notifications. He thought that when he saw Xia Lang again, he must complain about the small instance, about how “he” was so annoying in there.
“Let’s hurry up and go.”
Luo Yiran looked at Li Wei and said: “For safety, we still need to trouble you to accompany us upstairs.”
Li Wei nodded easily: “Naturally, otherwise you won’t be able to pass the sixth floor.”
The group stood up and walked towards the door at the far end, with the Demon following at the back, expressionlessly watching the small doll on the magician’s shoulder.
Li Wei was very considerate, walking at the front, and used the keys from Luo Yiran and Zhang Mimi to unlock the two locks on the door. She even kindly explained: “Unlocking the two locks will make the passage behind directly bypass the sixth floor.”
The meaning of this sentence became clear once the door was opened.
Behind the door was not a staircase, but a smooth upward transparent passage. Li Wei led the Mantis Woman inside, with the long-haired man on the Mantis Woman’s back, his limbs dragging on the ground. Li Wei placed her hand on the passage: “Let’s go, the passage leads directly to the rooftop.”
The magician was the first to enter, seemingly without a shred of doubt about the Dead Woman’s demeanor.
Zhang Mimi and Yuan Mo followed suit.
As they moved forward, outside the transparent passage beneath them was darkness, with strange roars faintly echoing.
No one asked what was below; they quietly followed Li Wei out of the passage.
Within a few minutes, the night sky appeared before them, followed by the system’s voice sounding in Luo Yiran’s ear: [System notification, congratulations to player Luo Yiran for successfully passing “Monster World… zzz…”]
