Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 733 Cultists

Xu Han's surprised and worried voice interrupted Yu Shijiu, who had just taken a sip of watermelon juice. He looked up blankly and saw Xu Han reaching out to support the swaying He Lingling.

Yu Shijiu, completely unaware of what was happening: "?"

What's wrong? Did something bad just happen?

How come he didn't hear a thing?

Xu Han, whose voice had been hoarse from fright, dared not move and said, on the verge of tears:

"Well, um... I shouldn't have done anything, right?"

Xu Han, who hadn't done anything wrong, insisted on adding a layer of blame to himself, and even began to doubt whether he had casually said something inappropriate and then forgotten about it...

"..." He Lingling forced herself to suppress her irritability and panic, raised her hand to adjust the white veil covering her eyes, and shook her head.

"It's none of your business, don't overthink it."

Xu Han's listless state instantly returned to normal. "I knew it! I definitely didn't say anything bad!"

He Lingling: "..."

She sighed with a headache, and her gaze softened considerably as she looked at Yu Shijiu, who was staring blankly at her and Xu Han.

"Clean."

He Lingling handed Yu Shijiu a tissue, reminding him that there was still watermelon juice left around his mouth.

"Oh, thank you, Sister Lingling."

Yu Shijiu obediently took the tissue and wiped his mouth, then curiously glanced at the white veil over He Lingling's eyes several times.

How much longer do we have to wear this veil?

Yu Shijiu asked.

"Two or three days."

He Lingling: "I'm just a little sensitive to light and my eyes are watering right now. It's just a minor side effect, so don't worry too much."

Yu Shijiu nodded obediently, "Oh, so after we have afternoon tea today, do we still have dinner tonight?"

He Lingling: "...Of course we have to eat."

Yu Shijiu was instantly delighted: "How many bowls can I eat?"

Xu Han: "...The food isn't worth many points, I can eat as many bowls as I want."

"Thank you, Brother Han!"

"..."

He Lingling chuckled to herself, the irritation she had just felt vanished instantly.

She picked up the menu in front of her, looked at the cakes on it, selected a few flavors that Yu Shijiu liked, and then stood up.

"I'll go check at the front desk. You guys chat for a bit."

"Okay."

"Can you do it alone?"

"Meow!"

The voices of the two people and the cat rang out at the same time. Xu Han, who uttered the longest sentence, was stunned and scratched his head awkwardly.

No... why is it that what he said is a little different...?

"?"

He Lingling frowned and glanced at Xu Han, somewhat puzzled:

"What do you mean, 'I'm all alone'? Is that okay?"

"I'm going to get a cake, not to do a quest in a game instance, right?"

If He Lingling weren't absolutely certain that she had indeed completed the game and was still "wandering around" in the town's coffee shop... she might actually have thought that Xu Han's words made some sense.

"..." Xu Han was even more embarrassed, and shook his head with a dry laugh: "No, no, no, I was just thinking that you weren't feeling well earlier..."

He Lingling was so lazy just now... she was more than just not very good... she was practically a puppet who had lost her soul.

"I was just thinking about some upsetting things that I don't really want to remember."

He Lingling didn't seem to care. She turned to Yu Shijiu and Feifei, who both looked bewildered, and smiled.

"So, does Fatty like watermelon-flavored cake? I remember there is some, I'll bring one back for you too."

Fatty: "!"

The burly, fierce orange cat instantly transformed into a soft, cuddly kitten, meowing at He Lingling repeatedly with its distinctive feline meows. He Lingling's smile became much more genuine as she listened to its constant purring.

Xu Han finally breathed a sigh of relief when He Lingling walked to the front desk.

"Oh my god," Xu Han leaned back and slumped onto the sofa cushions before muttering dejectedly, "Why does He Lingling seem to be in such a bad state of mind?"

"Ok?"

Yu Shijiu was pinching and squeezing the other's chubby cheeks with a hint of jealousy, which made the latter squeal and whimper. Hearing this, Yu Shijiu hesitated and took a breath.

Are we all in good spirits?

Yu Shijiu asked earnestly.

Xu Han: "..."

Xu Han instantly contorted into a slouch, his face as black as charcoal.

"What you said actually makes a tiny bit of a point."

Yu Shijiu: "?"

Yu Shijiu was very unhappy with the words "a tiny bit," and smiled with narrowed eyes:

"Really? So when will you be able to get rid of that inferiority complex and low self-esteem you have, Han-ge?"

"..." Xu Han's body stiffened, and when he subconsciously wanted to retort, the words that came out disappeared in his throat.

Yu Shijiu is right.

Xu Han couldn't find a good reason to refute him.

He was originally... someone with an extremely insecure personality...

"……All right."

Seeing that Yu Shijiu continued to torment Feifei after saying those hurtful words, Xu Han put on a very sad expression and started to fake cry to change the subject.

"This is so tiring... Ugh, when can I finally get a break?!"

boom!

The glass door of the coffee shop was suddenly pushed open with force, making a loud noise as it hit the wall, and the door frame even wobbled a little.

The two people and the cat, along with the players who were whispering among themselves, all looked up simultaneously, their brows furrowed, and they stared disapprovingly towards the doorway.

Behind the glass door stood five players dressed in black robes, of varying heights and builds. Apart from the leader, who stood tall and proud, the other four appeared to be the type who hung their heads and remained silent.

The person who pushed open the glass door was the leader of the players in black robes.

Upon seeing the attire of the group, some of the less skilled players immediately looked away, lowered their heads, and silently drank their coffee without uttering a word.

To the average person, the term "Black Robe Church" is synonymous with "cult" in real life.

A group of lunatics who would even kill each other to survive (questionable), not to mention that they all look like successfully brainwashed cult members—anyone who thinks they're living too well can try to provoke them.

But so far, no one has complained about having too much free time and gone looking for death.

"……what?"

Yu Shijiu, who had only glanced at the black-robed player casually and didn't care at first, felt that the leader looked somewhat familiar and took a few more glances.

"what happened?"

Xu Han leaned closer to him and whispered, "Does he have pimples on his face too?"

"A pimple?" Yu Shijiu asked in surprise, "What do you mean by pimples on the face?"

How could he—"Don't you know?"

Xu Han was even more surprised and quickly said:

"I heard that players who join the Black Robe Church have to drink something... uh, I don't know exactly what it is, maybe a potion or something. Anyway, it's something not very good, and then the players who join will get covered in those... those disgusting-looking pustules..."