Doll Survival Game

Zhang Mimi: [Wang Xiaoming took the vine monster’s flower from me.]

As this message popped up in the group chat, the doll raised an eyebrow slightly, then quickly responded: [Ten minutes of safe time?]

[Yep, I managed to escape just before the safe time ended~] Zhang Mimi added a playful wave, cheerfully saying: [I was a bit flustered when I unexpectedly ran into Wang Xiaoming, thought it was going to be a fight to the death, haha.]

Lin Ye: [Don’t get cocky, just make sure you hand over the treasure safely.]

Zhang Mimi: [I’m not cocky! I was very cautious; Wang Xiaoming didn’t realize I intentionally gave him the vine monster’s flower.]

Zhang Mimi: [But Wang Xiaoming is really strong…]

Duan Miaomiao suddenly chimed in: [Ten minutes of safe time? Then I don’t have to wait until daylight! I’ll go find Wang Xiaoming now.]

Duan Miaomiao: [Wait… I’m the tooth! Should I pretend to get hit by him? Ouch, that hurts!]

Zhang Mimi: [Hit? No, you’ll get slashed, especially since you’re holding his bladed disc.]

Almost simultaneously, Duan Miaomiao sent another message: [I’ve got an idea.]

The doll paused, looking at Duan Miaomiao’s last message-since she had a plan, he wouldn’t…

Bang!!!

A loud noise suddenly came from below, causing the tree the doll was on to shake. He swayed slightly, then quickly looked down.

His position was too high, and the tree branches and nighttime made it difficult to see what was happening below.

The magician glanced down, then raised an eyebrow slightly: “Young master, someone has spotted me.”

There was no system notification, so they must have only seen the magician?

“……”

He had forgotten, three minutes ago he was on another tree and was seen by another player, but the battle triggered then ended with his victory before he even saw the opponent. Perhaps that person was killed by another player.

It was a victory without any real sense, so it didn’t leave much of an impression.

But since it was safe time now, encountering someone didn’t matter, it wouldn’t trigger a battle.

So the doll squinted down-if it was Wang Xiaoming, he could just return the horn, since Wang Xiaoming was chosen to keep their treasures safe…

But it wasn’t Wang Xiaoming below.

It seemed… like a child around ten years old? Judging by the figure.

But are there children in the game?

The doll leaned forward, watching as the small figure pounding on the tree suddenly looked up, a dangerous aura emanating. The doll paused for a moment, then quickly raised his right hand.

Ding.

A slender silver thread wrapped around the magician’s finger, and the doll left the magician’s shoulder to land among the trees, simultaneously controlling the magician and the silver thread downward.

But almost instantly, the small figure blocked the magician’s attack and reached up to grab the silver thread.

“?!”

The magician’s half-arm-length blade was snapped in two by the figure, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before the magician watched as the figure pulled the doll’s silver thread upward, as if it were just an ordinary rope.

Gazing at the broken blade, the magician clicked his tongue-what a pity that the broken scythe had been reclaimed by Wang Xiaoming; he didn’t have any particularly powerful weapons here.

“The young master, he’s gone up,” the magician called out from below, and as soon as he finished speaking, his body moved.

Not good. The doll’s control over his ascent was too slow; he wouldn’t catch up to that person.

The bandage-wrapped hand lifted, and the magician glanced at the silver thread between his fingers. He could sense the doll’s intention to use this thread connecting them…

Snap-

Before he could finish the thought, a barely audible sound came from above. The magician saw the silver thread connecting them snap, and his body lost its control, causing him to fall backward.

Above, the doll was rapidly descending.

In an instant, the magician noticed the doll’s right arm and the horn on his forehead were gone.

“…” Right arm?

The magician’s thoughts paused for a moment. As he was about to hit the ground, he made no attempt to react, letting his back hit the earth, and the doll landed on his chest.

Above, a voice, too young to discern its gender, stood on a branch: “A mere new player, don’t get too cocky.”

Without feeling any pain from the missing arm, the doll calmly sat up and looked up, following the voice. He finally saw the small figure with deep brown shoulder-length hair and a very youthful face. Though the person’s gender wasn’t apparent from appearance, the doll recognized him from the average score ranking.

Feng Bai, a male.

However, on the average score ranking, Feng Bai appeared as a young man, but now he seemed like a scaled-down version.

The holographic display beside him flickered slightly. Luo Yiran raised his hand to tap it and quickly glanced at it, noticing Lin Ye and others were asking about his health bar dropping.

Even without pain, losing a body part still caused the health bar to decrease.

“Are you daydreaming in front of me?”

The youthful voice suddenly sounded very close to his ear. The doll’s pupils narrowed slightly as he saw Feng Bai, who had somehow appeared beside him. His left hand instinctively moved the silver thread to distance himself.

The magician also moved instantly in the opposite direction.

Watching the doll and the magician separate in two directions, Feng Bai’s youthful face showed no reaction. He looked at the doll without approaching further, instead raising the small arm in his hand: “I saw your live broadcast before. You often use your right hand.”

“So I’ll just take this arm of yours.”

Luo Yiran pulled up a gentle smile, “Should I thank you?”

Feng Bai glanced at the magician standing to the side, “Usually, control involves silver threads, but I saw only one thread connected to him.”

The magician smiled, pointing to his chest, “The real silver thread controlling me is invisible.”

Feng Bai paused, holding the small arm, “True, that silver thread was too fragile. But control always requires a medium, and the medium must be in this hand.”

“Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to move freely now.”

The doll fell from the tree just now, and instead of a magician catching it, the magician simply turned and walked away without being manipulated by the doll to resist him.

Feng Bai looked back at the doll: “I won’t kill you because an arm is enough to appease my dissatisfaction, and without a magician, you are weak.”

It’s boring to kill the weak.

…Dissatisfaction? What does that mean?

The doll’s smile faded, and he watched as Feng Bai picked up the silver thread he had set on the ground earlier, then continued to mock: “Such fragile silver thread can’t hurt anyone.”

Luo Yiran said nothing.

Feng Bai picked up the horn, and in front of the doll, he pierced his forehead’s skin with it, then placed the horn on the bleeding spot.

The next moment, the system’s voice echoed through the forest-[Congratulations to Feng Bai of Faction No. 1 for obtaining the treasure of Lord No. 3-the unicorn’s horn.]

The doll stared at him.

Feng Bai’s icy gaze was also fixed on Luo Yiran: “Tell me, which finger is the medium?” It’s probably the index finger; he had noticed during the live broadcast that the doll sometimes unconsciously paid attention to his index finger, even twisting it when thinking.

Sure enough, the doll raised his hand and pointed out the index finger.

Quite on cue. Feng Bai removed the index finger from that arm, then looked at the remaining part of the arm and curled his lips into a stiff smile. The next second, right in front of Luo Yiran, he slowly crushed the doll’s arm.

The magician paused.

The doll finally had a sunken look.

Feng Bai’s lips downturned, and he looked at the magician: “You haven’t disappeared, it seems I indeed haven’t destroyed the medium.”

So the medium is this index finger in his hand?

Feng Bai was quiet for a while, then he lifted his head, his youthful face cold as ice: “I’ll experiment with this finger on players nearby first; if it doesn’t work, I’ll tear your body apart bit by bit and test each piece myself.”

But there’s a better way, which is to disassemble the doll bit by bit and try it out now.

But he is not as brutal as a [hunter]; it wouldn’t go that far.

The doll finally spoke, but it was about something else: “What did you mean by ‘dissatisfaction’ earlier?”

“…”

Feng Bai thought of something, his face darkened, and his tone was filled with resentment: “Do you know why I got nothing during the day?”

The doll blinked.

“Because every place I went to, the treasures had just been taken away by you guys.”

He first went to the werewolf’s territory, but as soon as he arrived, he received a notification that the treasure had changed hands, then he realized that someone was also collecting treasures right now.

So, not to waste time, he immediately used the teleportation item to go to the vine monster’s territory. Since he wasn’t sure of the vine monster’s location, he teleported to a random spot within the vine monster’s territory, and just as he arrived, he received another change of ownership notification.

By then, he was already somewhat mentally exploded, but he held back his grievances and quickly moved on to the next.

Since teleportation has a time limit, he had to go on foot to the unicorn’s territory this time. Just as he was about to arrive, the unicorn’s horn was taken by Wang Xiaoming. Unable to bear it any longer and ready to confront Wang Xiaoming, the unicorn’s horn then moved to the doll.

So, there he was, exploding in the territory of the unicorn.

Damn it, all because of Faction No. 7!

After a long period of self-imposed isolation, Feng Bai pulled himself together. He decided to first join Little Red’s faction, then head to the serpent man’s territory. However, the serpent man seemed to be in a particularly foul mood, the entire serpent was extremely aggressive, and coincidentally, the regulator angel was with him. Unable to win, Feng Bai fled.

Next, he went to the elf’s territory, but from dawn till dusk, he didn’t catch even a glimpse of the elf, not even the regulator!

Damn.

Luo Yiran remained silent, feeling somewhat moved-there was actually someone with worse luck than him.

“So I hope you didn’t lie to me, otherwise this day would really be too awful,” Feng Bai said, seeming even smaller than before, as he put the doll’s finger into his pocket. “And I hate it when people lie to me.”

The doll replied softly, “I didn’t lie.”

He truly hadn’t lied. After all, when Feng Bai asked which finger it was, didn’t he extend his left index finger?

Yes. His own, left index finger.

The doll glanced at the magician.

— “By the way, how can other players obtain you?”

— “If the index finger is taken and placed in the position of their own index finger, then you will lose me.”

……

— “You are a treasure.”

[You are a treasure.]

The magician also looked at the doll, meeting his beautiful, bright red eyes.

This was a very dangerous statement.

Because not long ago, as the magician watched the doll smiling while swapping his left and right index fingers, he gently repeated this phrase for the second time, and his heart raced to the point of breathlessness.