"The prop [Love Collar], wear it and no matter how great the temptation, it will only liberate your true nature for you and go crazy to the end. When the bell rings, you will also see what you want."

Shi Jinzhe picked up the snake-patterned necklace from the ground, held it in his hand and shook it, causing the bell hanging on it to ring.

As the jingling sound rang, some wanton images flashed through my mind.

Reddened knees tucked under the covers, a sweaty body pressed against the glass, a taut neck arched back, water overflowing from the bathtub, and some distorted, intermittent sounds.

Desire surged rapidly in this intoxicating state of obsession. Realizing the aphrodisiac and hallucinogenic effects of the collar, Shi Jinzhe quickly grabbed the bell, stopping the sound.

What kind of survival game is this? It's not serious at all.

What kind of dungeon could produce this kind of item? Where did Jiang Zi go to get it?

Through the collar's round frame, he said to Shekh, "The gift from your first human friend is truly special."

Shekh's figure loomed larger in the circle as she sat back down on the sofa on this side: "Why aren't you asleep?"

"It's because you didn't hold the prop properly and it fell to the ground, waking me up."

"Nonsense." She was clearly about to peek when Shi Jinzhe suddenly called her name, which is why she let go of his hand.

Shekh took the prop back from his hand and put it back in the box: "Someone gave it to me, don't look at it."

"You have to use what I give you too."

Shekh retorted, "You use it?"

"Anyone can use it." With no outsiders around, Shi Jinzhe lay down and rested his head on her lap. "The item is a good thing, but it's a pity we can't use it outside the dungeon."

Shech said it very formally: "I can threaten the system."

No sooner had she finished speaking than an uncontrollable chuckle came from her legs. Shi Jinzhe wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in hers, saying, "You're too honest."

"I'll be honest, and you answer honestly too: were you asleep or not?"

"No, you woke up as soon as you sat down across from me."

"Then why did you pretend to be asleep?"

Shi Jinzhe closed his eyes again: "I'm afraid that if you wake up, you two won't be able to continue this conversation. If you don't wake up, you can still make a friend."

People who have seen Shekh's true form in the game and whose character is decent are more suitable to be Shekh's friends than people in real life. Jiang Yu is quite suitable.

Living alone has its limitations. Once this round of the game is over, adding him as a friend on the app will give Shekh another way to learn about human society.

Although she didn't want her to waste her time on others, she had no choice but to do it.

Shi Jin tugged the hug tighter, trying to reassure herself beforehand: "I just heard you say you like to cling to me."

"I like it, and I like it when you hold me like this."

Shech thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of their bodies intertwined and their limbs pressed together.

The two bodies were tightly intertwined, and the satisfaction of their curves being fused together was simply irresistible.

Shi Jinzhe: "If you like, lie down and rest with me for a while."

"No need. I like being squeezed together with you, not being squeezed in a small space."

Sleeping in a small bed and only being able to sleep in a small bed are two different concepts; she prefers the former.

Shehra pulled the blanket over Shi Jin, folded it over him, and then pulled the extra part over herself from behind, saying, "Rest."

"Then call me when you're tired, you must call me."

Shi Jinzhe lowered his voice and soon fell asleep.

Three hours later, the sun set.

The entire school was like a giant plush toy, with plush figures everywhere.

Two tents on the school playground were brightly lit with orange flames, making them quite conspicuous.

Waves of fluffy people approached, all running towards the outer tents, but before they even reached the tents, the cotton was torn apart and scattered everywhere.

Under a snowy sky, icicles fell from above the playground, and blackish-gold corrosive liquid covered the ground.

The location was fixed, and the efficiency was much slower than yesterday. The plush men attacked for a while, but just like yesterday, they found it too dangerous and stopped coming.

The school quieted down, and the few remaining suspects who had slipped through the net were quickly dealt with.

As night fell, the unusually quiet school attracted some attention, especially the two tents, which were clearly occupied by players.

A man with a small mustache held up binoculars: "Two tents, and there are only four figures. There aren't many people left in this area."

"There are four people, and twelve of us. We can give it a try. Even if we don't get any crystals, it's still good to grab some items."

Another slightly overweight young man was also weighing the gap in his mind.

They have a high-level player on their side, with twelve people, three times more than the other side. The big shot secretly told him this afternoon that not everyone can have crystals, and he doesn't have the energy to spare that many. It would be best to use up some slots first.

The young man stared at the tent, thinking seriously, and after a moment came to a conclusion.

With twelve against four, the advantage is in our favor, we can play!

He put down his binoculars, rubbed his frozen red hands, and went back to report the situation to the bigwig.

At the rest area, the chubby young man and another girl wearing glasses met unexpectedly at the entrance.

The girl was also there to report on the situation. This advanced player had said that the more people in a division, the less strong the overall team was. This time, fourteen people had entered, and apart from the two who died yesterday, each of the other eleven needed protection.

With a skill level of only five, she's just a sitting duck; she needs the protection of a high-level player.

Besides the points-based competition, the regular dungeons are also making things increasingly difficult for her. The five-word limitation is becoming apparent, and she wants to get a better skill card.

If she could obtain a three-word card, or even a two-word card, in the brawl, she would no longer need to obey other people's orders.

The so-called protection offered by advanced players is actually just a way to trick newcomers like her into becoming cannon fodder. She wants to get out of this predicament.

While I was pondering, a third person entered the corridor—a well-dressed, elite-looking young man.

He spoke up first: "You've come to report news too?"

"Yes," the girl nodded slightly.

The young man didn't respond, using small talk as an excuse, but everyone knew the other's true intentions.

They have to prove their usefulness so they won't be abandoned so quickly.

When the command to enter came from inside, the three entered the room where the advanced players were resting.