Doll Survival Game - Chapter 148

Even through a layer of bandage, the veins on the magician’s hand stood out starkly.

He deeply felt that ever since arriving in this instance, nothing but misfortune had occurred.

Ah… he really wanted to just destroy this instance.

The magician gripped the electric net; he was completely unaffected by the current, but the incessant beeping of warning alarms rang in his ears.

It was enough to drive anyone mad.

The magician watched as the doll manipulated the black bandage forward without a hint of emotion. The aura around him grew increasingly terrifying, and his grip unconsciously tightened-

A worthless thing like this, fit to be the young master’s puppet?

With a bit more force, the warning beside his ear seemed to pierce his eardrums, pain shooting straight into his brain. The magician clicked his tongue in irritation and reluctantly let go.

“…”

Exhale-

The magician calmed down a little, and then he understood-

This black bandage puppet was, nine times out of ten, made by-Little Red.

Far away in the Fairy Tale Forest, where she was repairing her “mom and dad,” Little Red sneezed-who was thinking about her?

“Caught a cold?” The angel sat on a hammock-like long bench, and 2657 happened to be there too. She leaned over and, following the angel’s words, said, “But we can’t catch a cold.”

Little Red rubbed her nose. “I’m not like you guys.”

“You were different when you were human, but now it doesn’t matter anymore.” 2657 shrugged. Her current appearance was that of a tall woman, with big waves and a deep V red dress, her skin so pale it seemed almost translucent. It didn’t make her look charming, but rather terrifying.

2657 flipped through the book in her hand with slender fingers, speaking casually, “By the way, did the magician’s favorite doll clear your instance?”

Little Red looked quite happy. “Yes, and I even gave him a pretty good reward.”

2657 blinked. “What reward?”

A mysterious smile appeared on Little Red’s childish face. “Guess. The hint is: it’s what I’m best at.”

That hint was pretty straightforward. The angel glanced at the giant under Little Red’s hand. “A puppet?”

Little Red pouted, then nodded anyway.

The angel smiled, thoughtful. “That really is a fine gift.”

Little Red didn’t think much of it; she was even a bit proud. “To make it easier for him to use, I specially made the puppet look similar to the magician.”

But she felt her own puppets were still better.

They couldn’t talk, and after receiving orders, they could move on their own. If the doll preferred using silver thread for control, that worked too.

Wasn’t this almost as good as the magician?

The angel’s smile grew wider at her words. “Mm, really nice.”

2657 had only recently returned from the real world, but she was fairly familiar with what went on among the World Humans. She knew what the angel was smiling about, but she wasn’t interested in that right now.

What she was more curious about was-

2657 picked up the book in her hand. “Have you guys used this to contact the doll yet?”

The doll was the only one here with a player identity.

The angel’s expression changed. “That Demon guy only knows how to mess around.”

2657 put down the book. “Isn’t messing around pretty nice?”

The angel snorted softly.

Little Red pointed at the angel, exposing him. “Because the doll said he’d only chat with people who knew his identity, but still hasn’t replied to the angel.”

The angel sneered.

2657 tossed her book, thinking for a moment. “I see… The doll probably doesn’t know me, huh? Then forget it.”

“By the way.” 2657 closed her book and looked at Little Red. “You need to be careful from now on.”

Little Red paused, her childish face showing a somewhat withdrawn expression. “Got it. I won’t be careless.”

The angel’s white robe trailed on the ground as he walked a few steps outside, then looked through the gaps in the trees at the forest beyond. “But by then, these won’t just be building blocks.”

Little Red’s smile was innocent and bright. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Thinking about it, she added, “And I’m looking forward to your and Demon’s judgment.”

2657 leaned back against the chair, her long, rounded legs crossing elegantly. “Enough with the pleasantries. Come teach me how to use this communicator.”

“Does it have any functions besides chatting?”

Changdu District’s high-risk zone.

Two hundred meters, just a mere two hundred meters.

But the quiet yet dangerous feeling filled every inch of those two hundred meters.

Countless ruins surrounded the collapsed building, with many blind spots in sight. Luo Yiran’s fingers moved restlessly at his side.

As he manipulated the black bandage to leap from a dented car, a bald middle-aged man suddenly appeared at extremely close range, charging toward the doll. But when only three or four meters remained, the bald man’s face abruptly froze. His face was squeezed into square chunks of flesh, and with a bit more force, his whole head might be cut into cubes.

Unable to advance, the bald man retreated slightly, grabbing at what blocked him-silver thread?

His face and hands were deeply cut, but no blood flowed out. He stared curiously at the black bandage and doll that sped away without even pausing. “Hm?”

Not even scared?

The bald man experimentally gripped the barely visible silver thread in his hand.

Zzz-

A faint sound rang out, and the bald man’s eyes widened as he watched his own fingertip fall off. “Whoa.”

That strange guy could move forward while weaving a layer of sharp “shield” around himself.

And there wasn’t the slightest hint of surprise at his appearance, clearly they were mentally prepared.

But-

“What do we do? That guy’s going in.” The bald man tilted his head toward a certain direction.

From the ruins not far away, a man in a neatly pressed suit walked out and said, “It’s fine. Going in is a dead end anyway.”

And even closer, a three-year-old girl clutching a doll walked out from the side. She curiously approached the bald man, her light brown pupils instantly turning pitch black. She glanced around in amazement: “All silver thread.”

The bald man’s fallen fingers regrew. He walked toward the man in a suit, saying, “I know, just now-”

Before he finished, his upper body suddenly collapsed to the ground. The man’s voice was bewildered: “…Huh?”

The bald man’s face was pressed to the ground, his eyes looking at his still-standing lower half beside him-his body had been severed.

And it was a perfectly clean cut.

The doll girl kicked his leg, which made his lower half topple as well. The girl’s voice was crisp: “I told you, all silver thread. Just now, it flashed around the building like lightning.”

Ruthless.

Whether they tried to avoid the silver thread or deal with it, it would take time, and one careless move would split them in two like the bald man.

So the man in a suit didn’t move. He looked up at the half-collapsed building ahead, then saw, in front of the building, sitting atop a tall hat, that ordinary white-clad, black-pants doll.

Fifty or sixty meters away, but he could still clearly see the little doll smiling and mouthing words at him.

[Here’s a gift for you. No need to thank me.]

“…”

Watching as the man in a suit, in a fit of rage, had his head suddenly split and form a giant mosquito head, the doll made a disgusted “eh” sound, then controlled the black bandage to leap onto the big truck blocking the entrance, and in one jump, went through the second-floor window.

Just in case, better not to enter from the first floor.

Tonight’s moonlight wasn’t bright, but through countless broken windows, you could still make out the general scene inside the building.

But the moment Luo Yiran entered, his eyes widened. A huge suction force instantly pulled him down, and before the silver thread could even probe out, he fell straight into a massive mouth full of sharp teeth.

The entire building was empty; no matter which floor you entered from, you’d end up in that giant mouth.

The only difference was that entering from a higher floor meant you’d be sucked in a bit slower.

……

The rumbling continued, and Via glanced at Tianhong’s building. He happened to see the building sway left and right twice, and with those two shakes, it completely collapsed.

Then an enormous mouth appeared, smacking its lips twice.

“…?”

…Was it really what he thought?

“…”

Via was dumbfounded. Luo Yiran got eaten?!

He was silent for a moment, then couldn’t help but burst out laughing. After laughing, Via gritted his teeth and said, “Serves him right!”

His voice drew the woman in red’s attention again. Via clicked his tongue, then dodged her incoming fingers and headed toward the big-mouthed monster.

On the highest floor of the Central District.

Zhang Mimi sat on the sofa, behind him was a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking all of Sky City.

Because of this, Zhang Mimi could also see the edge of Sky City, where beyond the blurry green fields were white clouds and blue sky.

How did such a large chunk of land end up floating here?

Zhang Mimi withdrew his gaze and looked at the furnishings of the top floor.

It was so luxurious, so much so that this little punk felt uneasy sitting there. He shifted his butt, the soft sofa almost making him want to stand up immediately, but he held back.

“Lin Ye…” Zhang Mimi spoke softly, grasping for conversation: “At such a height, the air should be really thin, right?”

“How come everyone’s walking around like it’s nothing?”

Lin Ye: “…This isn’t reality.”

Duan Miaomiao was eating dessert, not listening to the two of them, just glancing around: “That guy still hasn’t come out?”

Zhang Mimi paused-he’d heard about it before coming, so he knew who they were supposed to meet, and how Lin Ye and the others knew that guy.

Actually, to be precise, Via was the one who really knew that guy.

“Lady, here I am.” A lazy voice came from the side. A man in his twenties with a center-parted hairstyle walked out wrapped in a bath towel, his whole body damp, skin very pale, features a bit delicate, but his vibe was roguish.

He looked around, a bit disappointed: “Everyone’s pretty old.”

“No young boys?”

Zhang Mimi: “…” Truly a pervert.

“Whatever.” The man sat down casually on the sofa, pretentiously flicked his hair, then said expectantly, “You’re here to give me a moving doll this time, right?”

“…”

“What?!” Zhang Mimi couldn’t help but show a shocked expression-what moving doll?

…Luo Yiran?

But Lin Ye and the others never mentioned this!!

The man gave him a strange look, then realized this guy wasn’t here last time. So he stood up, walked to a wall, pressed something, and the wall slid aside, revealing… a display wall.

Zhang Mimi stared at the wall, where all kinds of dolls were neatly arranged. He was stunned for two seconds, then slowly turned his gaze to the guilty-looking Lin Ye and Duan Miaomiao.

He blinked furiously-give me an explanation!