Doll Survival Game - Chapter 142

Yuan Mo was genuinely confused for a long time by what Luo Yiran had said. Even after he used the spirit serpent to get through the silver thread set up by Luo Yiran, he slumped at the doorway, still looking at Luo Yiran in puzzlement.

Luo Yiran was also a bit uncomfortable being stared at for so long, so he asked Yuan Mo, “Why are you staring at me?”

As soon as he asked, Luo Yiran regretted it. He felt he wouldn’t hear any pleasant answer.

Sure enough.

Yuan Mo said worriedly, “Ran, is someone lying to you?”

Otherwise, how could you think of yourself as a kind person? Though you’re not bad, anyway. Yuan Mo’s eyes expressed what he didn’t say aloud.

Luo Yiran: “…”

Sometimes, he really didn’t like how easily he could read between the lines.

Luo Yiran gathered up the silver thread and changed the subject: “Alright, go down and rest. We still have to enter the instance tonight.”

Yuan Mo responded but didn’t rush to leave. He went over to help Luo Yiran collect the silver thread.

Luo Yiran looked at Yuan Mo’s slightly glowing hands and eyes. The faint light from the spirit serpent allowed Yuan Mo to clearly see the silver thread and ensured the thread wouldn’t hurt him at all.

“Your spirit serpent is really powerful and versatile,” Luo Yiran praised bluntly.

“Eh… really…”

Yuan Mo scratched his head. Although his mental age wasn’t high, his body was that of a man in his thirties, in his prime. He was also the tallest among them, and after working out a bit recently, he could be a bit intimidating at first glance.

But as soon as he heard praise, a slightly childish, embarrassed look appeared on his mature face. “My brother gave it to me.”

Luo Yiran’s gaze swept over the expression on Yuan Mo’s face, then he suddenly asked, “Do you really have no memory of anything before you were twenty-five?”

Yuan Mo froze for a moment, then nodded. He put away the silver thread, and the glow on his hands faded. He said, “Yes… but also no. No, actually, yes.”

Luo Yiran: “…”

Yuan Mo struggled for a while. “How should I put it? I really don’t remember anything from before, not even my brother or my parents. It’s like I never spent any time with them.”

“So when you say you have no memory, you mean you have no memories with them?” Luo Yiran looked into Yuan Mo’s clear eyes and casually asked, “Do you have any other memories?”

Yuan Mo scratched his head and answered honestly, “I used to be an idiot, right? It’s normal to have all sorts of wild things in my head. But I only remember those fantasies were pretty bizarre… but it felt like dreaming. Now that I’m awake, and so much time has passed, I’ve forgotten them.”

Yuan Mo waved his hand and gave a bitter smile. “Forget it, it’s meaningless… Besides, according to Miaomiao’s calculations, I’m still a minor.”

Are minors’ imaginations even richer?

“…”

Although Yuan Mo’s words and actions didn’t match someone nearly forty, he wasn’t exactly a minor either.

Luo Yiran lowered his eyes slightly, thinking.

Yuan Mo suddenly leaned over and squatted beside him.

Luo Yiran was used to being much smaller than everyone else, so he was accustomed to the mountain-like shadow cast over him. Only-

“Aren’t you going to rest?”

Yuan Mo sat like a child. “I’m not really tired.”

Luo Yiran was about to say, but I want to go rest, when Yuan Mo continued, “There’s something I want to ask you, Ran.”

So Luo Yiran had to stop. He looked up. “What is it?”

Yuan Mo didn’t look at Luo Yiran. He said, “Ran, are you really going to revive Xia Lang?”

Luo Yiran paused.

Yuan Mo still didn’t look at Luo Yiran. “I just… have some doubts.”

“Sometimes when I go to my brother’s personal space and see him in that so-called soul state, it feels strange… like, it doesn’t feel like him.”

“If you revive this soul,” Yuan Mo’s eyes went a bit blank, “will the one who comes back still be my brother?”

Luo Yiran didn’t try to comfort him. He said directly, “I will revive Xia Lang.”

Yuan Mo paused and finally looked at him.

Luo Yiran casually drew a playing card from the pile beside him. He looked at the suit-it was the joker. Luo Yiran raised an eyebrow and continued, “But honestly, the game won’t be that kind.”

Yuan Mo’s eyes were full of worry.

Luo Yiran spun the card between his fingers. With each turn, the suit changed. Yuan Mo noticed and was transfixed.

“Didn’t Lin Ye already tell us the general situation in Sky City? If we combine everything we’ve learned from him and others, then the real danger in the organizational battle is probably those mysterious monsters.”

“And also the danger from the players themselves.” Luo Yiran flipped the card between his fingers. “Add that in, and the danger level is extremely high.”

Yuan Mo understood. After all, only one organization could get those things, which meant they had plenty of enemies.

He was thinking when he heard Luo Yiran continue.

“So, getting the revival potion and those rewards is extremely difficult. In fact, in the end, less than one in ten may survive.”

Yuan Mo nodded blankly.

The doll tilted its head and spoke softly, “So, if you were the malicious designer, watching everyone struggle, wounded and stepping over countless corpses to get the revival potion to bring back someone important, how would you revive the dead players?”

Yuan Mo froze, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

A faint smile appeared on Luo Yiran’s face, but there was no warmth in his eyes. “If you can accept the worst-case scenario you can imagine, then go ahead and revive your brother.”

“But, you know, it’d be better if we could ask the dead about this.” Luo Yiran smiled. “After all, whether they want to be revived should be up to them.”

Yuan Mo’s body trembled slightly. After a long while, he said, “…Yeah.”

Luo Yiran walked downstairs, waving his hand as he said, “But there’s no need to overthink it for now. After all, we might all be wiped out in the organizational battle and end up as corpses under someone else’s feet.”

Yuan Mo, who was about to be overwhelmed with sadness, choked up instantly. He slowly stood up, then picked up the doll struggling to get down the stairs and carried him down together. “You’re so good at reading people, but why can’t you read the room…”

“But you’re right, there’s no need to think so much. Let’s just focus on surviving first.”

Luo Yiran sat in Yuan Mo’s palm, looking at his own fingers covered in ball joints-survive…

Now, when his fingers touched each other, the sound was different from when a human body made contact. Now it was a crisper sound, due to the material of his body.

Luo Yiran rubbed his fingers together, then put his hand down-he wanted his human body back.

It was late, close to nine o’clock.

Everyone had gathered in the living room. Yuan Mo had said at noon that he wasn’t tired, but in reality, he’d slept until just now and was now furiously rubbing his eyes and pinching his nose to wake himself up.

Lin Ye glanced at him. “Go wash your face with cold water.”

Yuan Mo stumbled over in a daze.

Lin Ye looked at Luo Yiran again, then reached out his hand.

Luo Yiran: “?”

Lin Ye frowned. “The magician hasn’t shown up, which means he’s probably badly hurt, right? If you still don’t have a puppet when we enter the instance, it’ll be hard for you to move around.”

Via grinned and raised her hand. “I can carry Ranran too.”

Luo Yiran refused directly. “No need. I have other puppets.”

Besides, he had a feeling that once they entered the instance, the magician would be there.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but since it was almost time, no one asked further. Besides, once inside the instance, they’d see what the doll’s new puppet was.

In less than two minutes, everyone saw Yuan Mo, who had washed his face, rushing over in a hurry.

Everyone was together again. Lin Ye coughed twice, then said with a somewhat heavy expression, “I’ll remind you all one more time before we enter the instance.”

Everyone paused, then all looked at Lin Ye.

Lin Ye’s expression grew even more serious, but he still spoke earnestly. “First, if we get separated after entering the game, regroup as soon as possible. In this kind of organizational battle, the holographic display will definitely work. Please report your actions in the group, don’t just wander off like lone wolves, okay?”

Everyone: “……”

Lin Ye: “Okay?”

Everyone nodded silently.

Seeing them nod, Lin Ye sped up his speech. “Our previous guess is that the most likely task is to wipe out those monsters, but there could be other possibilities. In any case, be flexible… Also, the hunter organization will definitely be there, and their boss is coming this time, so be careful. Oh, and you all know how to run, right? If you can’t win, just run, don’t die for no reason.”

“……” Everyone nodded again.

“Also, this kind of large instance will definitely have a live broadcast, but there are only about two thousand players in total, and over seventy percent will be participating in the organizational battle, so there won’t be many viewers. Don’t worry about your skills being seen, just focus on the task, got it?”

Everyone: “…Got it.”

But, so naggy…

Lin Ye frowned, thinking carefully if he’d missed anything, but couldn’t recall for the moment, so he said, “…Forget it, just remember one last thing: don’t act on your own assumptions. Before doing anything, ask me, the doll, or Li Qi Feng. If you really can’t, at least say something in the group about what you’re doing… Especially you, Via!”

Via, who was called out, nodded frantically. “…Got it, got it!”

Lin Ye still felt like he’d forgotten something, but time was up, so he didn’t say anything more, just emphasized again, “Communicate more.”

As he said this, his gaze swept past Via and Luo Yiran.

Luo Yiran was looking down, tapping to enter the game, so he didn’t see it. Darkness flashed before his eyes, then a warm light swept over him-

[Instance “Battle of Sky City” loading…]

[Instance “Battle of Sky City” loaded successfully, 1364 players loaded.]

When the invitation to watch the instance live broadcast popped up, An ming clicked agree, then, carrying weapons all over her body, sat down in the best viewing spot.

A little girl from the same organization ran over. “An-Jie, you’re here~”

An ming replied with a grumpy “oh.”

The girl looked just about grown, with long hair, a fair face, and an overall delicate appearance. She looked at An ming. “An-Jie, are you angry?”

She skillfully put on a disappointed look. “Sorry, it’s all our fault for being useless and dragging you down so you can’t join the organizational battle.”

An ming was the only strong one in her organization; the others weren’t weak, but not strong either.

To avoid her organization members becoming cannon fodder, and since they weren’t short on items or anything, An ming ultimately gave up on the organizational battle and joined a regular instance.

Since it was her own choice, she wasn’t angry about it at all. So she looked at Bai Cha’s disappointed face, feeling confused and flustered. “It’s not because of that! Why do you always look like you’re about to cry?”

“I just haven’t slept well for two days, that’s why I look grumpy.”

Bai Cha immediately reined in her expression. “Oh.”

An ming: “……” Can I complain out loud? If I do, will she cry?

She really felt Bai Cha was a bit like a faux innocent or sanctimonious innocent character setting… Speaking of which, she didn’t even know the difference between those two character settings.

“Ah.” Bai Cha suddenly spoke. “There are only… five… forty-something organizational battle live broadcast display panels? Aren’t there over a thousand people?”

An ming snapped back to attention. “It should be one organization per… huh? Did I see that right? There seem to be words floating on the display panel?”

Bai Cha was stunned. “…An-Jie, you’re not seeing things, this looks like… bullet screen comments? And there are a lot!”

“……”

Wait!! What the heck?? Weren’t they only supposed to be able to watch?

So who’s sending the bullet screen comments?!