Doll Survival Game

If memory serves, Wang Xiaoming easily sliced through the sky full of mechanical chains with his scythe.

The magician stood atop a tall tree, with the doll perched on his shoulder. As dawn painted the sky, he watched the mist in the unicorn’s territory gradually dissipate, while mechanical chains continuously sprang from the ground, only to be torn apart by Feng Bai.

This seems to be a stalemate.

During his battle with the regulator, Feng Bai underwent a transformation, his body shifting from that of a six-year-old child to an adult in rapid succession.

Quite remarkable.

An item? A special species? Or perhaps a special reward from the game?

Unlike Wang Xiaoming, Feng Bai’s weapon was his bare hands, which could effortlessly tear apart countless mechanical chains.

No wonder he could also break his silver thread without a scratch.

On the map, everyone except him had gathered, and Via was having a field day in the group chat: “Haha! Turns out Ranran is in the unicorn territory! I win!”

The doll stared at the message-this guy was definitely betting on him.

The magician suddenly spoke, “Young master, that guy named Feng Bai has spotted you.”

“I know.” He had noticed him about a minute ago, which was why Feng Bai was deliberately leading the robotic regulator in this direction.

Perhaps because he let Wang Xiaoming escape last time, the robot was now very careful not to let Feng Bai run out of the territory.

But the doll wasn’t at the edge of the territory; he was actually deeper inside.

“Should we leave, or take the opportunity to deal with him together with Lan?” the magician asked cheerfully.

Luo Yiran paused for a second-Lan must be the robot.

“If we deal with Feng Bai, there’s a high chance I’ll be the next one hunted by Lan.”

The probability was as high as ninety-nine percent, because yesterday, after Wang Xiaoming obtained the horn, he spent some time in between. He didn’t think Wang Xiaoming hadn’t experimented on other players during that time.

But until he got the horn, Lan was still chasing Wang Xiaoming.

It’s very likely Wang Xiaoming found other players to wear the horn, but they were quickly killed by Lan, and the horn returned to Wang Xiaoming, leading to this outcome.

…However, wouldn’t this rule make it difficult for the unicorn to reclaim its horn?

Feng Bai was still struggling to move in this direction, and the doll casually glanced before maneuvering the magician away from the spot. Meanwhile, he kept an eye on the group messages, where Lin Ye was urging him to hurry back and regroup, while Via was yelling that Xia Lang lost the bet and had to call him brother until the instance ended.

Xia Lang was unhappily asking about his age.

As he moved through the forest, Luo Yiran’s gaze lingered on the holographic display-turns out they were betting on him with Xia Lang.

But shouldn’t they be together? Why communicate through the group chat?

Duan Miaomiao was also frantically reporting that she saw strange chains in the unicorn territory, urging him to return quickly.

Lin Ye seemed resigned, sending a message saying to do whatever.

And Via was still talking about the bet with Xia Lang.

Everyone was talking over each other, creating a chaotic group chat.

…It’s so noisy.

The doll snapped the holographic display’s group interface to the map view.

The magician’s voice carried an ambiguous meaning, “Humans truly are social creatures.”

Because Feng Bai was still entangled with Lan, the doll quickly distanced himself from the area, though he vaguely heard Feng Bai cursing him once again in frustration.

“I thought the young master wasn’t suited for interacting with others.” Which is why Xia Lang was his only friend.

The doll was secured to the magician’s shoulder with a silver thread. The wind during their movement was intense for him, and without being secured, he would often be blown away. When he still had his right hand, he would simply grab onto the magician’s hair. “I really am not suited for interacting with others.”

“It can be quite tiring.” That’s why he always maintained a gentle and approachable demeanor, yet others found it difficult to truly get close to him.

The doll looked ahead, his eyes so clear that even in dim light, they could reflect the scenery. “But in the game, there are many people who are strange themselves, so they understand boundaries better.”

As the forest environment gradually brightened, the magician suppressed the jealousy churning inside but spoke with a calm voice tinged with a trace of laughter. “Isn’t it because you allowed them to get close, young master?”

That depends on the person.

The doll didn’t voice this thought. He was slightly lost in thought as he maneuvered the magician to leap from one tree to another tall tree. The gap between these two trees was large and unobstructed, so it felt like leaping from shadow into light.

The doll unconsciously turned his head towards the light and saw the rising sun, bright and dazzling.

The sun imprinted in his eyes, and his clear red pupils slightly widened.

-Perhaps it was a distant memory, but in that instant, it surged into his mind.

It was also in the forest, also at sunrise.

Luo Jun sat beside him, a slender leaf in his mouth, speaking to him in a muffled voice, “I hope you have many friends.”

“Well, but you close yourself off too much, not letting others get close… It’s an age where you should want lots of friends!” he sighed.

The body descended from the air back into the forest, the sun once again obscured. Luo Yiran withdrew his gaze-lately, it seemed, he often thought of past events.

The doll chose not to answer the magician’s question directly. Instead, he responded to an earlier question from the magician: “Whether you love me or hate me, there will be possessiveness.”

He recalled scenes from TV, “When you love someone, naturally you don’t want them to be close to others. Similarly, when you hate someone deeply, you only want to kill them yourself.”

The topic had been diverted.

The magician thought-how annoying, there was only Xia Lang before.

On the second day of the game.

Not long after regrouping, Duan Miaomiao successfully delivered the werewolf’s tooth to Wang Xiaoming’s faction. Since she hadn’t been live broadcasted, no one knew her true nature. She pretended to be a helpless damsel, isolated and weak, and was intimidated by members of Wang Xiaoming’s faction into handing over the tooth.

Then she pretended to be rescued by Via and rejoined the team.

The suspicious question of “why let someone so weak carry the treasure” was also resolved.

It was because she was weak, so when others were fighting, the only help she could offer was to quickly install the tooth, end the battle with the boss, and escape.

“I’m having such a hard time,” Duan Miaomiao said, covering her mouth as if about to cry.

Yuan Mo asked if she needed treatment, but Duan Miaomiao refused, considering it a waste to use the spirit serpent on just a tooth.

“Save me when I’m injured to the brink of death,” she said, clenching her fist.

Yuan Mo didn’t know what expression to make. “…Cursing yourself isn’t good.”

Duan Miaomiao: “…Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!”

…

Not long after, the notification arrived that the werewolf’s tooth had been delivered to Wang Xiaoming. Zhang Mimi sighed, remarking on how confident this person was, carrying two treasures on him.

Then, everyone openly turned their gaze towards the doll.

Luo Yiran: “…”

He turned his head away-anyway, the only bosses in the forest with treasures now were Little Red, the elf, and the serpent man.

As for players with treasures, they were Luo Yiran, Feng Bai, and Wang Xiaoming.

Feng Bai belonged to Little Red’s faction, while Wang Xiaoming was part of the serpent man’s faction.

The doll speculated that Wang Xiaoming was most likely to be besieged, as their faction possessed a total of three treasures.

Lin Ye speculated about Feng Bai.

“Wang Xiaoming may be the second-in-command, but his methods aren’t as ruthless as others. He reached this position through skill… but skill isn’t the main reason people don’t dare provoke him.”

“Their team item, the blacklist,” Via took a bite of fruit, “Offending one member of the ‘Hunters’ means offending the entire ‘Hunters’ organization.”

“Their group isn’t large; in this instance, having twelve or thirteen members is already considered a lot… Oh, now there should be less than ten.” Via smiled at Xia Lang, “Thanks to Xia Lang.”

Xia Lang shrank his neck.

Doll: “You mean they’re afraid of the ‘Hunters’ and won’t dare to confront Wang Xiaoming for the treasure?”

Lin Ye nodded.

Li Qi Feng suddenly spoke up, “No, because Wang Xiaoming’s faction already has three treasures. If anyone wants to choose the treasure path to clear the game, they must target him.”

Lin Ye paused, then pinched his brow with some frustration, “I haven’t slept all night, my brain’s a bit slow.”

“Then take a rest!” Via finished his fruit in a few bites, then swiftly and decisively jumped down from the tree, “Anyway, everyone’s busy now, not many have time to come after us.”

Lin Ye hesitated for a moment, then said, “We’ll take turns resting. There’s a battle tonight, and tomorrow the forest should have some action too.” After all, tomorrow is the last day.

Duan Miaomiao clasped her hands together, her cheeks slightly swollen from the tooth loss, making her voice muffled, “Hope we can get through smoothly… without crashing.”

“If you’re strong enough, you won’t crash,” Zhang Mimi stated bluntly.

The doll tilted his head slightly, making it look like he was leaning against the magician’s hair, “Wang Xiaoming probably knows we intentionally sent it to him, but to him, whether intentional or not, once he has it, it’s his. He’s confident it won’t be taken from him.”

Perhaps that’s why he kept both treasures on himself.

Duan Miaomiao blinked, clasped her hands again, and closed her eyes with utmost sincerity, “Then let’s hope Wang Xiaoming crashes.”

“…”

Lin Ye: “Finished praying? If so, let’s split into two teams and take turns resting.”

Duan Miaomiao: “…Oh.”

Lin Ye turned and looked around at everyone, “I trust when we’re well-rested, we’ll all still be here, right?”

Everyone: “…”

“Definitely!”

Lin Ye smiled gently, “Good, you all are great.”

Behind him, Zhang Mimi watched Lin Ye, who seemed like a different person, without showing it on his face-no wonder he was the class monitor back in school.

He was all too familiar with this state.