“It’s definitely not human.” Jiang shrugged, his downturned lips revealing his obvious dislike for the game.

"The system sends out greeting cards in various worlds every moment. It can restock no matter how many people you kill. The death of some players has no effect on it. No matter what it does, good or bad, these selected players are all unlucky guys who have no right to refuse."

Shi Jinzhe closed his eyes and continued her words, slowly uttering four words: "Extremely good yet appearing evil."

There is no absolute good. To players, the game is evil, but to the world that the game has successfully saved, it is good.

All players, and even the native inhabitants within the instance boundaries, are the abandoned minority in the trolley problem.

The reason why games have luck-based cards is already quite clear.

Randomly selecting players for the game is the greatest level of fairness it can achieve.

Jiang is absolutely right; these players are just a bunch of unlucky guys.

Shekh pondered their words but did not reply immediately.

Shi Jinzhe didn't hear a reply, and as he waited, he drifted back into drowsiness.

No one spoke, and the inflatable tent fell silent for a moment, with only the crackling of the heater.

Jiang Yinxue, undeterred by the cold, stood near the door, brewing tea there.

Jiang held the water glass, staring at Shi Jinzhe and Shehe's clasped hands, then glanced towards the door.

For some reason, she looked up and asked Shekh, who was sitting opposite her.

Did you have any unpleasant experiences when you first met in the dungeon?

Shekh carefully recalled the first time he saw Jinzhe. At that time, he smelled nice and stood there without saying a word or moving around. He licked himself and felt nothing but fear.

So, the first meeting was quite pleasant.

She shook her head: "No."

"That's good."

Jiang Ling felt a little envious, then asked, "If you two can only meet in the dungeon, what will you do in the future? If you can't change the current situation, then wouldn't that mean..."

She suddenly stopped talking: "Never mind, it's nothing."

That's an impolite question, I won't ask it.

What do you want to ask?

"It's nothing, it's alright."

Shekh frowned. Why did they all talk like that, leaving things unsaid? It was really making the snake uncomfortable.

"Speak your mind."

"..."

Jiang raised his eyebrows. "Since you want me to say it, then I'll say it."

"explain."

"It's so dangerous in the game, and nothing is convenient. Are you all just...platonic?"

What is Plato?

"Hmm..." Jiang hesitated for a moment, "Would it be convenient for you to come over here and listen to what I have to say?"

Schech estimated the distance; it was very close, he could get there.

She pulled away Shi Jin's folded hand and sat down next to Jiang Yi: "What is Plato?"

Jiang coughed softly, moved closer to her, and seeing that Shehe didn't react negatively, continued to lean closer to explain.

After a long pause, Shekh slowly shook his head. "I don't want that. It's not fun."

"Well?"

Jiang Jin gleaned a subtle answer from this sentence and couldn't help but express his respect for Shi Jinzhe.

At the same time, it belatedly dawned on me that I must have been a third wheel these past two days.

But then I thought, since I've already done it, what's the harm in doing it for two more days? It's only a few days; I can just endure it and it will pass.

But once this round of the game is over, will they be unable to see each other for another two weeks?

Jiang thought it over and over, and then discovered a new problem.

She pointed to Shi Jinzhe, who was asleep: "Have you ever thought about what he might be doing behind your back outside the game?"

Although Shi Jinzhe doesn't seem like that kind of person, you can't judge a book by its cover.

There are plenty of two-faced people who make vows of eternal love during the day but can move mountains and fill seas with someone else at night.

She said in a breathy voice, "I'm not saying he'll betray you, I just think that a person's success doesn't equal loyalty and faithfulness. You can't assume he won't do anything wrong just because he's good at one thing."

Jiang used herself as an example, "Take me for example. Don't be fooled by my appearance that I've never been in a relationship. I actually have eight hundred husbands online. I fall in love with every one I meet, and one more becomes my husband."

"Eight hundred husbands?"

"Yes, eight to one hundred."

But Sher's focus wasn't on the eight hundred, but on her husband's question: "Isn't it wrong to use this term if you're not married?"

Jiang clicked his tongue, "This depends on the person. Some people talk a big game, but their private lives are actually completely blank."

Are you talking about yourself?

"..." Jiang was heartbroken, but continued speaking regardless: "But some people look very serious on the surface, but are actually very perverted in private."

"When you were speaking..."

Jiang stopped her in time: "There's no need to say that."

She glanced at Shi Jinzhe and thought to herself, "How can someone have a face that looks like it's full of cunning, yet be so straightforward?"

Such a simple-minded snake, its personality will probably cause it trouble.

After watching the ghosts he raised for a long time, Jiang Yue always felt that the personalities of the humanoid props were somewhat extreme. If they were nice to you, they would be nice to you to the end, but if they were not nice to you, they would try to kill you.

It's easy to be deceived by such simple good or bad opinions. She seems to really like this snake; she shouldn't be fooled.

Fearing something might be inappropriate, Jiang thought for a moment and then said, "Actually, I was just saying. The above are all common situations among humans. You can decide for yourself what to do, as long as you don't suffer any losses."

"I won't lose out; I like to pester him."

Sheh didn't say much. Jiang Yi didn't mean any harm. She just didn't know her true situation and had never seen Shi Jinzhe stick to her hand 24 hours a day, making her want to wag her tail and slap her.

Jiang nodded upon hearing this, realizing he was merely offering a reminder.

She took a sip of tea. "You two can only meet in the game, isn't that pretty boring? Since you like to pester him... well, I have something good here..."

She took a jewelry box out of her system inventory. "Here, take a look when no one's around."

The old props in her backpack were covered in dust; she had no use for them anyway.

Why are you giving it to me?

"If you like it, I'll give it to you. Just consider it as making friends. It's nothing important."

Make friends.

When Sher heard the word for the second time, he hesitated for a few seconds, then extended a hand to Jiang, "Shake hands."

Jiang reached out and grasped the slightly cold hand, shaking it up and down a few times: "This is truly the most ceremonial time I've ever made a friend."

She handed the box to Sheikh: "Make sure you read this when no one is around."

"Thanks."

Shekh accepted the box, intending to peek at it secretly when no one was around.

After giving him repeated instructions, Jiang hurriedly walked out.

As he passed by the door, the wind he stirred up blew Jiang Yinxue's face and crushed the poem he had written on the ground with his sword.

Why are you walking so fast?

"Let's set up another tent. I want to lie down and sleep for a while. It's inconvenient for four people to squeeze into one."

"...Then why didn't you say so just now?"

Jiang Ying tossed him a newly bought tent. "I didn't think of that earlier," she said in a low voice. "I just gave them the prop we used to enter the Natural World several years ago."

Jiang Yinxue's expression changed when she mentioned this world.

That nightmarish world for him, a world of liberation from constraints, where instinct reigned supreme, a completely chaotic world—it was terrifying.

"Aren't you afraid people will look down on you if you give that away?"

Jiang Yi gave him a knowing look and said, "You underestimate Shi Jinzhe."

"You know a lot, did you learn it from your eight hundred husbands?"

"Nonsense, I actually had eight hundred paper figures." Paper figures are still considered paper figures.

She urged Jiang Yinxue, "Hurry up and help me set up the tent, I'm cold."

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