That happened a week later.
During these days, the butcher was practically inseparable from Willy, even at night.
During the day, Willy would sit on a small wooden stool bathed in sunlight, watching the butcher busily working like a bee, cultivating the land, feeding the livestock, and tending the crops... while Willy would simply prop his head up with his hand so that the butcher could see him whenever he turned his head.
At night... he would watch the butcher's chase scene like a ghost.
But whenever this happens, he'll always jump out from some corner from time to time, scaring the panicked players away in another direction, and then watching the killer get nothing, he'll laugh heartily to himself.
The butcher could only cast a helpless glance at him and silently go to find his next target.
This wasn't because Willy was showing off his excessive sympathy; in fact, under such tight surveillance, he had his own ulterior motives.
He drove those players in the direction where the clues would refresh.
Blood Town was certainly interesting, but Vili was more interested in the real world the system had described... He'd heard that the technology there was decades ahead of the game's setting, and even the fast food had a much wider variety of flavors.
But it would be too tiring for him to personally seal away any evil god; it would be better to find players to be his tools.
Rather than waiting for the real protagonist's reward period to arrive, he would rather unleash the potential of the first round of players and have them all help out with the work.
For some reason, even with his help, the number of players continued to decrease day by day, while the sealing progress did not increase at all.
Until one day, when Willy opened his eyes, he heard the system's announcement—
The second round of players has arrived.
This means that all the players in the first round have been turned into nourishment for the evil god, with not a single one left.
"How can they be so useless!"
Willy rubbed his eyes, feeling incredulous, and after a while, still unwilling to give up, asked:
"Are they all dead? And what about that go-kart thing? Is it gone too?"
"His name is Castin..." the system quipped. "Since the second round of players has already arrived, he should be gone too."
"You're so useless."
Willie shook his head again, but when he sat up, he couldn't see the butcher anywhere.
"Huh... he's not here?"
These past few days, he's gotten used to the other person's meticulous care. He even lets the other person do his clothes for him. It's supposed to be a horror game, but he's turned it into a simulation game... except the player is the butcher.
However, the system kept muttering something malicious in his ear, which he ignored as if it were just the buzzing of insects.
Willy looked around and found the clothes the butcher had prepared for him by the bedside. They were clean, tidy, and smelled of detergent.
The butcher seemed to be addicted to this way of interacting; he would even regularly go to town to buy the latest clothes, and... rob some players of their equipment.
Of course, if it's something you've never worn before.
After tidying up, Willie stood lightly on the ground, wearing a pair of shiny little leather shoes.
Today, the butcher prepared a white short-sleeved shirt for him, with a blue navy-style bow tie, paired with light yellow overalls, making him look extremely youthful and lively.
Although Vili himself didn't think much of it, the system excitedly took dozens of pictures of him, and Vili felt that its memory would eventually explode because of it.
Today is a rare sunny day. Willie remembers that when the first round of players arrived, the sun was shining just as brightly. It seems that this is a kind of wicked humor that belongs to this game.
Willy turned around in front of the full-length mirror, snapped his fingers, and put on a large straw hat.
Although the digitally generated body won't get tanned, life always needs a little ritual.
With everything prepared, Vili stepped through the door, his leather shoes creaking softly on the wooden floor. The only farm in Blood Town was vast, and the farmhouses were equally impressive.
Vili thought that if this were in the real world, the butcher could be considered a large landowner.
But he suddenly stopped at the corner where he was leaving the house.
"Host, what's wrong?"
The little bird Il flew from behind him, landed on the boy's shoulder, and shook its head a few times.
"A little mouse has come in."
His voice was slow and deliberate, but carried a hint of displeasure.
What's wrong with the players in this game? Do they really enjoy trespassing?
Il was startled, but the next second he remembered the scene of his host slaughtering everyone that day, and immediately puffed out his furry chest.
"Host, you stay behind, let me go first to catch him!"
Vili glanced at his small body, then at the person leaning against the wall, holding his breath, and estimated the muscles beneath his black clothes before silently taking a step back.
"Okay, you can do it."
Il-7's takeoff motion stopped abruptly, and he turned his head in disbelief.
"ah?"
Are you really letting me do it?
They lingered in place for too long, which seemed to have alerted the intruder. The next second, he darted out of the corner like an arrow, his movements as agile as a black panther.
Vili merely glanced at him lightly, the magic in his hand instantly taking shape, ready to leave his fingertips and strike the attacker's heart in the next second.
However, the next second, the system screamed in my head:
"Host--"
"This is the protagonist's thank-you gift period!"
The magic was forcibly interrupted, and Vili allowed the man to pounce on him, slamming him against the wall with a loud thud, causing the portraits in the corridor to shake violently and fall to the ground.
At that moment, Willy's large straw hat fell off due to the violent conflict.
For the first time, their eyes met without any obstruction.
The man referred to as the protagonist by the system was still a young man with a cold and stern expression. He seemed nervous, and a few beads of sweat slid down his straight nose and landed on his tightly pursed, indifferent lips.
As Vili was sizing him up, Xie Liqi did the same. The moment he saw the boy's face, his pupils contracted, and then he subconsciously relaxed the pressure on his hand.
The next second, he actually stepped back.
His jade-like ear tips were tinged with a slight red, which made his all-black attire stand out even more.
"……sorry."
His voice, like him, fell coldly to the ground; it was an apology, yet it seemed devoid of any emotion.
Vili stepped away from the wall, straightened up, and without saying a word, rubbed his wrist, which had been restrained by the young man.
Xie Liqi's gaze followed his movement, his eyes fixed on the snow-white skin that had turned bluish-purple, and he gasped for breath.
Did I just... use that much force?
Or perhaps the person in front of me is too delicate, and even a light touch will leave an indelible mark.
He lowered his eyes and reached out his hand.
The next second, a tube of ointment appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Before he could speak, the system spoke first:
"Host! This is a high-level item in the game! It's so hard to get!"
"for you."
Upon hearing its voice, Xie Liqi handed the item to Vili without hesitation.
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