Thinking about it this way, the difficulty of this dungeon depends entirely on the individual; someone with a romantic mindset should be able to score high.
Shi Jinzhe was quiet for a while, then searched himself over. He hadn't felt any discomfort yet, so did that mean Shekh had no complaints about him?
Thinking of this, he put his hand back on the spot on Sheh's waist that he kept saying was itchy. The dungeon thought her actions were extreme. If he could find a way to make the dungeon think that the reasons for some people's deaths matched the level of killing Sheh had given, would she not be judged as cold-blooded?
If this person's cause of death warrants a thousand cuts and being torn to pieces, could that change the instance's assessment of Shekh?
Shi Jinzhe stared blankly at his hand. It was his bad idea to leave someone to observe the results. He was fine, perhaps because he didn't directly take action.
In addition to the four points of not being able to change one's mind, not being able to expose one's shortcomings, having a perfect personality, and only being able to like the opposite sex, he added a fifth point: one cannot openly show any harmful behavior and must do bad things secretly.
Keep a relaxed mindset, and when the time is up, lie down and go to sleep.
As the sun set, the muffled announcement came on again, informing all players to go to the restaurant for lunch in fifteen minutes…
They must participate in group games and cannot be absent.
"How boring."
Sher leaned against the headboard, holding a fluffy pillow in his arms, a few strands of hair falling onto his face, clearly showing that he was still sleepy.
There's nothing wrong with this instance; there's no question of what's wrong with it, and the whole thing just exudes a pure, morbid sense of humor.
On the other side of the bed, Shi Jinzhe reminded her to get up, and Shehesheng stretched out her arms listlessly: "Pull me up."
Shi Jin bent down and picked her up, saying, "Hold on tight."
Shekh draped his legs over his body, leaned his head back, and skillfully rested his head on Shi Jinzhe's shoulder.
I would often carry her around the room, and even walk snakes indoors to help her stay alert.
"We'll go downstairs in three more minutes."
"Um…"
"Don't close your eyes."
Shi Jinzhe suspected that she was about to fall asleep again, so he kept talking to her.
Walking on the carpet, he asked Shekh, "Have you seen a video of a snake sliding in place on a plush carpet, taking forever to move more than two centimeters?"
He replayed the video twelve times when he first saw it, finding it ever new and exciting.
Shekh tilted his head back, creating some distance between his face and Shi Jinzhe's. "Do you want me to perform for you?"
"I just wanted to share my happiness with you."
Isn't your happiness my happiness?
"It's you, so give me a performance?"
Shekh leaned back: "Reject animal performances."
"You are a magical creature, unlike any other animal," Shi Jinzhe praised her. "No one is as special as you; you even cured my fear of snakes."
"I'm not better yet, I now have serpent phobia."
"What are you afraid of? You don't have any social anxiety with me."
Shekh's expression remained unchanged. "Which 'she' are you talking about?"
"Whichever one you want is fine." Shi Jinzhe put her down. "Going out?"
Shekh sighed softly, "Let's go downstairs."
Second floor restaurant.
All 32 players except for the two of them had arrived. The two entered the restaurant at the very last minute of the 15-minute timer.
As usual, several dishes appeared out of nowhere in the kitchen. Some players took a look and found a rare steak, a corn and purple cabbage salad, a baguette that could be used as a weapon, and a tasteless white porridge. Of the four dishes, three were edible, which was alright.
The clinking of knives and forks filled the air. When Lin Xian served the dishes, she also took some for them. Shi Jin broke his chopsticks and tapped them together, as if he had already eaten.
Shech watched him cut the steak piece by piece: "It's still bloody inside, it looks even less safe."
"This is a rare ribeye steak, it's naturally bloody, very tender and delicious." A female voice came from the table behind, but Sher didn't pay any attention to it.
Shi Jinzhe glanced over and saw that it was the female player named Xiaozheng. After completing the task of cutting the steak, he said to Shehe, "Are we wasting food like this?"
“It depends on what kind of meat it is. If it’s human flesh, it might start shedding flesh from our bodies tonight,” Shech said, stirring the salad. “You might even lose some leaves.”
"It's okay if leaves fall off, as long as you don't lose hair." Shi Jinzhe changed the subject and told Shehe about his guess before going to bed, explaining that the itching was because her personality was too prominent.
"Don't keep talking about fighting and killing. Try to act more like a peace-loving person. I just remembered something when I went downstairs. My being okay might be related to treating Teacher Yu. This kind of behavior is considered peaceful and friendly by the dungeon, so even if I have bad ideas, they can be negated. But if you don't want to get close to others, then stick close to me more."
He reluctantly put on an act, trying to hatch a grand plan.
However, Shekh didn't care much. "I'll just stick it into your body again. Anyway, I can't pretend anymore. If it doesn't work, I'll just turn back."
"Going back to normal is no different from you taking over as the boss. Remember to leave me a shortcut."
"Stay. Take me with you, and as a reward, you'll work for the game for the rest of your life."
"Just so you know, it's the two of us, not just me."
"...No, I won't listen."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com