Pretend to be crazy

On the large yellow packaging of the “Me Me Shrimp Chips,” there was a cute little dog with sunglasses, holding a shrimp chip in its mouth, looking especially cool.

Shen Yan stared at the dog, and the dog stared back at him.

The bee camera, ever so considerate, zoomed in on the silent Shen Yan and the cheerful, sunglass-wearing dog on the packaging.

【Hahahahahaha】

【Who’s the genius that put this together? Don’t just drop shrimp chips, throw in some drinks too!】

【Thanks to the bro who sent this little gift—might not be useful, but it’s crunchy~】

No wonder it was thrown here.

Shen Yan had thought it was some kind of weapon, something he hadn’t seen before.

In the arena, items were classified into two types: weapons and potions.

The former consisted of things like knives, guns, sticks, or some weapons with enormous power but flaws. The latter, as the name suggested, were injection or oral potions provided by Eternal lab.

Although the potions didn’t come with instructions—whether they were healing or poisonous—it was all about personal judgment or a gamble on life. No one would ever give up on them.

You never knew when they might come in handy.

Shen Yan had picked up the shrimp chips with a bit of hope, thinking maybe the original owner had died recently, and no one had noticed the item lying around.

Reality hit him hard.

He wiped his tearless eyes, making them red, then opened the bag with a small knife.

He popped one in his mouth.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, his body shook, and he clutched his throat, dropping to his knees, making a terrifying low growl from his throat.

Then, he slammed the ground with his fists, gripping his knife in reverse and wildly stabbing the nearby corpse of a monster.

【Holy crap, are the shrimp chips poisoned?】

【Is there anyone from Me Me here? If they do this, I won’t dare to buy it anymore.】

【This guy’s so unlucky, even cold water gets stuck in his teeth. Maybe he ate too quickly and choked?】

【The one above, use your brain and think—does that even make sense?】

In the VIP box, Shang wiped away the tears from laughing, placing another bet on the gambling table, then turned to Ruan Zhixian and casually said, “The little dog and the snake next to it are both finished. Who do you think will get to #432 first?”

On Ruan Zhixian’s screen was a solo live stream of Shen Yan. Shen Yan was kneeling on the ground, his arms pressed against his stomach, eyes closed, his body no longer moving—he seemed to be either dead or unconscious.

He took a sip of his drink, his expression unchanged as he replied, “I don’t know.”

Shang laughed, “I thought you knew everything. Look at this route—though the dog is faster than the snake, there are a lot of spider webs around it. As for the snake…”

Before he could finish his smug analysis, Shen Yan, who had been lying on the ground seemingly unable to move, suddenly stood up in a bizarre posture!

The large snake, realizing it couldn’t win, tried to retreat but was unlucky enough to keep encountering creatures it couldn’t defeat. Its body was covered in injuries, and it hadn’t been able to find any fresh prey.

Seeing the half-dead Shen Yan on the ground, the snake became especially excited and rushed over.

Whoosh.

One sword strike, beheading the snake.

Before the snake’s head could even react, it fell to the ground, mouth wide open. Its body writhed on the ground before eventually ceasing its movements.

Shen Yan quickly jumped over the spraying blood from the severed snake’s head, though some splattered onto his arm.

The highly corrosive blood seeped into his jacket, and he quickly tore it off, but the snake’s blood was faster. It immediately created a coin-sized wound on his exposed skin.

The defeated, pitiful look that had once been on Shen Yan’s face disappeared. His expression turned emotionless as he grabbed a dagger off the ground, swiftly using his torn jacket to bind up the wound.

He quickly fashioned a small pouch from the leftover fabric, stuffing the shrimp chips inside, and grabbed a small knife—a knife that, like the previous long blade, was now useless due to the modifications done to its former owner.

Without hesitation, he charged into the pile of monster corpses.

The knife wasn’t as useful as the previous, now-corroded long blade, but he was quick, landing effective strikes with each hit, each one fatal.

After killing two or three monsters, the small knife became useless, and he was now engaged in a battle with a slimy monster.

The slime monster’s feeding method was similar to that of a snake—slow, not particularly powerful but incredibly persistent. Once it latched onto someone, they had to escape within three seconds, or they’d be trapped. Most competitors avoided it.

But Shen Yan, having been driven to madness, saw it as an enemy.

The slime monster, beneath him, extended its slimy, foul-smelling tendrils to touch him. His calves sank into the muck, unable to move.

The slime tore at his clothes, slowly but surely consuming him from all sides.

Shen Yan clicked his tongue, abandoning all other attempts and tilted his head back.

The simulated daylight in the arena fell on his body.

He relaxed, his expression open, with a sense of comfort that felt completely out of place in this environment. The camera zoomed in on his face, and no one could see any fear in his beautiful, calm features.

He looked like a regular university student who had just finished a sports test or an ordinary person finishing a friendly basketball game, heading home.

Sweat-drenched short hair, glistening drops of sweat falling as he—

Suddenly, he grabbed the slime monster that had climbed to his chest, and the seemingly boneless creature began to violently thrash around.

Boom.

A very faint sound.

The sound of something exploding.

The mud slid off of Shen Yan, and he shook his hands, bouncing around to flick off the red and purple blood clumps and hardened mud debris. Without a moment’s hesitation, he threw himself into the next fight.

【What???? Ahhhhhh????】

【Isn’t this thing supposed to be deadly? Can someone analyze how it died???】

【I read somewhere that this is a creature unique to District Nine. It has no bones, and its heart is indistinguishable from its body, flowing throughout. Killing it is easy if you use a laser scan or crush its heart.】

【But the second method is tough because every part of its body acts like a heart. You either need to get super lucky or know its flow patterns really well.】

【But anyway, even if it’s a mutation, it should still be within the realm of what can be understood. 432 was so useless earlier, how would he know anything about it?】

【The life of a despised mud creature, finally, someone came to kill it.】

【Who’s messing with my shrimp snacks? I thought I was eating regular ones!】

【Ahhh, my money! I bet five hundred thousand on ‘can’t win’!】

After a brief silence, the chat erupted again with discussions about Shen Yan, and the betting pool experienced a dramatic shift.

【Can the former 432 contestant survive until the end?】

【Yes/9125432; No/5754321】

Just as “No” saw a million-dollar bet placed, Shan excitedly bet two million on Shen Yan’s success.

Shen Yan’s movements were fluid and swift. His strength and agility were still lacking compared to those who had undergone modifications, but he made up for it with technique.

For Shang, who hadn’t been modified either, it was a comfortable feeling to watch the fight unfold. The victory of an unmodified human over modified beasts made him feel good.

“Who is he to you?” He turned to ask Ruan Zhixian.

They were on the first level, able to watch the tragic deaths of the contestants and monsters up close, but they mostly watched through the live stream due to limited vision.

The VIP room had a full holographic projection screen, and Ruan Zhixian hadn’t taken his eyes off Shen Yan’s stream since the beginning.

His gaze was focused on the ripples in the wine glass, his expression unreadable, but Shang could sense his subtle enjoyment.

“Neighbor.”

Just a neighbor, yet such close attention? He couldn’t believe it.

When the betting pool first started, Ruan Zhixian had bet fifty, then later added a million.

Which neighbor would sit and watch a loser’s live stream, betting that he could win?

Shang doubted him.

The bald man finally had the chance to speak, leaning in to pretend to watch the match and smiling, “Ruan and him seem close. I guess his impressive performance today must be thanks to him. They spent the whole afternoon talking in his room, right?”

Liu Dan, intrigued, looked at Ruan Zhixian. “Oh? Did you two do something?”

Even the most influential people were not immune to gossip.

Ruan Zhixian didn’t answer and instead went to the bar to mix a drink.

A strong drink, shifting from white to blue, with a layer of purple floating on top.

He lit it on fire, and the blue and white flames became the highlight of the drink.

He handed it to Liu Dan.

Liu Dan took the drink.

The drink spicy enough to bring tears to the eyes, but with a complex aftertaste that was both sharp like gin and smooth like vermouth, finishing with a bitter note of Caparelli.

It represented unattainable love.

Liu Dan took a sip, a smile curling at her lips.

Ah, the youth.

“Finished, Fei! I’m ruined!”

Lu Jia screamed, holding his head, but no one reprimanded him because he too had placed his bet on “No.”

Dozens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, were nothing more than loose change to them. Lu Jia was just a dramatist, acting exaggeratedly, but didn’t care about the loss.

Fei Shen, however, was truly troubled.

Before the match started, Shen Yan had specifically asked him to bet everything on his loss, no matter what happened.

Fei Shen had reassured him, telling him not to worry too much, that there might still be a chance to survive by playing the odds.

At worst, he could pretend to be dead, take a few injuries, and wait for the match to end. Then he would give him medical treatment.

But Shen Yan’s performance up until now was no different from Fei Shen’s predictions.

Only, luck alone couldn’t sustain anyone in this chaotic battle.

He hadn’t placed all his money on Shen Yan’s loss. He’d only bet tens of thousands.

It wasn’t because he didn’t trust him to create a miracle, but his conscience wouldn’t allow him to let his death be the reason for his win.

But the developments after that exceeded his expectations.

Had Shen Yan known that the shrimp snacks would make him so strong?

Or…

Was he controlling the betting pool, and was all this part of his plan?

The bizarre thought had barely crossed his mind when Fei Shen dismissed it with a self-deprecating laugh. He clicked on the betting pool.

Strangely, he added another million to the “No” side.

Shen Yan, who had been dominating the match from the start, was actually exhausted and felt like he was nearing the end.

He had many hobbies—rock climbing, extreme sports, and martial arts—but none of them were mastered. He just knew how to make do.

Shen Yan felt that his ability to massacre the monsters in the arena was 20% due to his understanding of the monsters’ mechanics, and 80% due to a strange sense of joy.

But that joy was beginning to burn out.

He glanced at the time, then stuffed another shrimp snack into his mouth.

Crunch, chew, swallow.

Truth be told, they were delicious.

A food that only citizens with the fourth-level status could buy.

There were ten minutes until the next wave of monsters would be released.

He moved his legs, stretching his neck as he casually glanced toward the distance.

An elite team, fully armed with equipment, hadn’t had any fatalities after an hour and a half of the match.

Those who tried to join them were not only rejected but also lost their lives in the process.

One particularly tough-looking man, leaning against the outside of their group, was stabbed to death.

No one dared to approach them again.

The lean boy, protected by his group, locked eyes with Shen Yan once more.

This time, Shen Yan didn’t look away.

He smiled, revealing a small tiger tooth on his right side, a mischievous, slightly wicked grin.

He observed his surroundings, quickly killing a bat and pulling out its sharp fangs, casually walking toward the group.

Zhang Lei, vigilant, his eyes fierce, his muscles tensed, tried to intimidate the “outsider.”

Despite being nearly two meters tall, he felt an overwhelming sense of pressure from Shen Yan.

Niya: “Yi should we kill him?”

Since that person ate the shrimp snacks and became invincible, Yi had been keeping an eye on him.

He shook his head, his voice gentle, “Let’s see what he wants to do.”

Zhang Lei reluctantly lowered his gun after Yi’s command, and Huang Mao, who had been itching for a fight, grumbled, “You want to add him to the team? Didn’t we agree—”

He stopped mid-sentence, glaring at his teammates and swallowing his words.

Yi only promised that they would have an 80% chance of survival and that they would make it through at least two more hours.

Huang Mao, making his own assumptions, naturally dismissed Yi’s conclusions.

His instinctive rejection of Yi was something he couldn’t admit—he was afraid.

He felt that Shen Yan was insane, unpredictable, and far too dangerous. He had a strong fear that he could kill them all.

Even though he didn’t look like a bad guy, Huang Mao couldn’t shake the strong sense of danger.

The others felt the same way.

However, Huang Mao, being outspoken, had expressed it, while the others kept it to themselves.

The elimination round had been going on for two hours, and with only one hour left, no one wanted to cause any more trouble.

Everyone was nervously watching the young man.

He stepped over broken corpses, blood, and various sticky liquids, walking up to Yi.

He opened his hand, revealing a sharp tooth that he had wiped clean.

“Here, for you,” Shen Yan smiled. “Do you want me?”

【Yes!! I want it!!! Give it to me!】

【Bro… I’m slowly… well… you know…】

【A bit flirtatious, a bit cringe, but also kind of fun, not sure how to feel in this setting, skr~】

【This guy’s got some vibe, he’s so intriguing. Should we add another bet? I’m betting he’ll make it to the final round!】

【You can’t just ignore all the other factors because he’s handsome, right? I heard they’re gonna use biological matching next, but regular humans won’t even qualify, so how will he compete?】

【Just say if you like him or not.】

【I like him.】

【Who brought a doctor here? I’ll pay to get him to the final!】

The betting pool shifted once again.

Most people now believed that Shen Yan could survive until the end. With his joining of the high-survival-rate team, they saw him as practically guaranteed to make it.

The odds for his survival surged threefold, with many people who had bet on the other unlucky ones now switching sides.

Fei Shen’s heart raced, his mind sharper than ever. Rationally, he knew he should cut his losses and put his money in safer bets, at least to recover something.

But his body refused to listen, and he found himself putting everything he could spare into Shen Yan’s “losing” bet.

A cold sweat broke out on his back.

After making this move, he felt a wave of nausea and didn’t want to watch anymore, so he left the scene.

As he exited, still dizzy, he accidentally bumped into a man.

The man looked at him briefly, quickly apologized, then whispered to the person on the other end of his terminal:

“Inject the drugs tomorrow too. If he wakes up, we’re all dead!”

Fei Shen overheard it clearly.

It sounded like the classic “backstabbing” scenario from a shipboard plot.

He didn’t think too much of it and brushed past the man.

Having weapons felt amazing.

Before, when he pretended to be harmless, he could only observe, play dead, scavenge for mechanical parts from dead bodies, and use whatever leftover drugs he could find.

Now, after acting like a maniac, he could unleash his full strength. But in order to maintain his ruse, he still didn’t take the weapons from others, just using whatever was available.

Now, armed with a laser gun in one hand and a ray knife in the other, Shen Yan was practically unstoppable, even feeling like the monsters in the arena weren’t enough.

Technology changed lives.

He felt tears in his eyes.

With Shen Yan in the team, their combat effectiveness surged. With only an hour left before the match ended, most of the monsters had already been defeated, leaving over a hundred humans still alive.

They might even finish early.

The team’s morale lightened as they started discussing what to do after the match ended.

“Hey, where are you from?” Zhang Lei asked curiously as he bandaged himself. “You’re pretty good.”

Shen Yan replied, “District One.”

Huang Mao snorted, “I know you don’t want to say it, but there’s no need to lie with that kind of nonsense.”

Shen Yan pointed his gun at Huang Mao. “District One.”

Huang Mao turned to Yi. “Hey! Did you see this? He’s threatening me with a gun! Kick him out!”

Yi looked at Shen Yan.

Shen Yan shifted the gun, pointed it at himself, and with everyone watching in astonishment, pulled the trigger.

Click.

Nothing happened.

Shen Yan looked at Huang Mao innocently and shrugged. “Sorry, I wanted to kill myself, but I ran out of bullets.”

Huang Mao gasped, staring in disbelief at him. Then, screaming, he grabbed his own gun and shot at the sky.

“Ahhhhhh—”

“You did this on purpose!!”

With the monsters almost wiped out, there was no real need for high-tech equipment anymore, so it was better to just use them for fun.

Yi chuckled quickly, and the others relaxed a bit.

“Probably just ten or twenty minutes left. How about a drink at the bar after this?” Zhang Lei said. He had initially been intimidated by Shen Yan but found him to be a lively and cheerful young man after talking to him.

Shen Yan nodded. “Do you like cocktails? I’m pretty good at mixing them.”

Zhang Lei laughed and casually threw his arm around his shoulder. Shen Yan stepped aside, avoiding contact.

“Sorry, I’m not really used to physical contact,” he said politely.

Zhang Lei understood and was about to change the subject when Yi suddenly frowned and yelled, “Be alert!”

Everyone instinctively followed his command, their minds focused again.

The previously sealed monster entrance opened once more, and a wave of even stronger monsters quickly entered the arena.

Visibly, these monsters were in better condition and larger than the previous ones.

Zhang Lei screamed in despair. “This isn’t what he told me!”

The gathering on the ship was by invitation only. The organizers had sent out ten invitations, and each of those ten had passed them along until three hundred were invited.

Those in the top three rounds knew about the arena and had participated in setting the rules.

They had told their fighters that the first round would only have one wave of monsters, and once they were all killed, the match would end.

So, they had all been holding their breath, waiting for that final moment.

The announcer’s voice, still upbeat and vigorous, echoed through the arena:

“Fight! Fight! Fight! Let me see where the lazy ones are!”

“Thanks to Anonymous A for purchasing the monster blind box! Over 130 B-grade modified creatures have been released!”

“Rule change: The match will end at midnight, with the surviving players moving to the next round, or—”

The announcer enthusiastically continued, “Kill all the monsters! Humans win—out!”

【Ridiculous, can’t they get enough money? They’re pulling this kind of stunt now that the situation’s stabilized? There’s only about a hundred people left, and they’re messing around again. Capitalists, gross.】

【Watch out for Daylight Tech’s ship. Wait, no, it’s your life that’s in danger.】

【Doesn’t matter. I see 432’s group is still solid.】

【Not so sure. After such a long fight, neither the machines nor the people can hold up much longer. Not to mention the regular humans.】

【Ugh… healing items… 432… healing items… damn you 432…】

Though most of the chat seemed to lose hope for Shen Yan, many had quietly bet several thousand on him, sensing something oddly cool and unpredictable about him.

With the rule changes and the bad news, others tried to appear calm, but their aim with their guns was nowhere near as good as before.

The energy had loosened for a moment, but now they had to tighten back up.

After all, this wasn’t just about machines and screws; how could they be expected to stay sharp at will?

A thick layer of despair filled the arena, and the fighters were barely holding on, trying to cope with the new wave of monsters.

Shen Yan, however, led the charge with his joyful and energetic attitude, his left hand shooting and right hand slashing, eating shrimp snacks in between monster kills.

His manic energy had affected the others on his team. Seeing him push forward without fear, their fatigue and despair miraculously began to fade.

But energy couldn’t replace food, and with exhaustion mounting, they hesitated to use their precious supplies of medicine, worried they might be betting on the wrong horse.

The match still had 20 minutes to go.

Yi surveyed the situation and suddenly spoke up: “I need someone to come with me to the third pillar to grab some supplies.”

They were positioned at the southeast corner of the arena, surrounded by defensive items that formed a temporary barricade.

It was a good location, as it was near pillars seven and thirteen, making it a faster and less risky route than others.

They had already collected many supplies, but the last delivery had been from pillars seven and thirteen, and those were already taken. The supplies at pillars one, three, and eight were still available.

These three pillars were the longest, and with their energy running low, no one wanted to risk climbing them.

Zhang Lei said, “It’s so far, the risk is high. We can probably hold on here for a while, right? Maybe we should wait?”

Ni Ya disagreed: “I don’t think so. If I’m not mistaken, the third pillar is from the audience’s delivery. It probably isn’t anything good.”

He glanced at Shen Yan, who was still happily slaying monsters ahead, and added quietly, “Except maybe the mutated shrimp snacks.”

Yi said firmly, “We have to go. Our supplies will only last five more minutes. My mission is to guarantee an 80% survival rate. If we don’t go, I might not meet that goal.”

The group had only known each other for a short while, and though they had formed some teamwork during the battle, they hadn’t reached a level where they would trust each other with their lives.

The path to the third pillar had a higher death risk than staying put.

They looked at each other, none of them speaking.

They were waiting for Yi to make a decision.

Yi opened his mouth, but just then, Shen Yan walked over, placed the items he had picked up on the ground, and moved forward a few steps.

Noticing Yi hadn’t followed, he turned around, studied him for a few seconds, and suddenly seemed to understand. He walked over, picked him up onto his back, and said with some surprise, “You’re pretty light, didn’t expect that.”

Yi gripped his shoulder and weakly struggled for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

As he spoke, Yi, who was surprisingly heavy, felt as though he were being carried at a run.

In the wind, carrying the scent of blood, came the voice of Shen Yan with a hint of amusement:

“I’ll take you to do what you want to do.” Shen Yan gently lifted him, speaking softly, “Hold on tight, you can close your eyes if you’re scared.”

After a brief moment of silence, Yi relaxed and hugged him tightly.

The heart inside his chest, pressed against Shen Yan’s back, was beating rapidly.

Thud, thud, thud…

The entire audience watched as Shen Yan carried Yi on his back, fighting monsters while moving towards the third pillar.

Shang clicked his tongue and looked over at the quietly sitting Ruan Zhixian, who was absentmindedly staring at a glass of plain, unremarkable drink.

A malicious thought crossed his mind. He intentionally brought up the footage for Ruan Zhixian to watch up close the interaction between Shen Yan and Yi.

Yi was climbing a ladder while Shen Yan fought monsters below, the scene harmonious and synchronized.

“Ruan Zhixian, look at these two. They’re so in sync. They only met today, yet they’re already trusting each other with their backs. What do you think that’s about?” Shang smirked, “Love at first sight? Do you think that’s possible?”

Ruan Zhixian’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, his annoyance clear, “Shut up.”

The more he snapped at him, the happier Shangseemed, his mind growing more at ease as he laughed.

“After the match, I’ll buy him. We can get rid of his citizenship, and you can keep him locked up at home, teach him a lesson, make him never want to leave your side.” Shang often did such things, casually enticing Ruan Zhixian, “Don’t talk about love at first sight. When you take him out, he’ll be glued to your side, unable to talk to anyone else without stuttering. How about that?”

Ruan Zhixian smiled a little, “No need.”

“Oh? Fine,” Shang pretended to sigh regretfully. “Rarely am I ever so helpful.”

Ruan Zhixian responded flatly, “Just helpful?”

“Talking to smart people is always so pleasant.” Shang’s tone shifted, and he slyly changed the subject, “I didn’t expect Lart to dare to go to District 13…”

His smile faded, his eyes darkening as he continued, “Can you help me find him?”

Ruan Zhixian nodded.

At that moment, a loud crash echoed from the box.

The bald-headed man, who had been silent with no presence, suddenly slammed his head and yelled in disbelief, “Shen Yan is dead!”

Ruan Zhixian’s pupils shrank, his body stiffening as he turned his attention back to the live broadcast.

There were two minutes left until the match ended. The monsters in the arena had been wiped out by Yi’s team.

At this moment, the once noisy and chaotic arena was eerily silent.

Shen Yan, held by Yi in his arms, was unrecognizable.

His body was swollen, purple-black spots spreading across his skin, and Yi pulled back his eyelid, revealing his eyes, now filled with black threads.

Nearby, a severed snake’s corpse lay on the ground.

The snake was of normal size, able to camouflage and alter its appearance based on its surroundings.

It had silently waited, hidden until the end of the match, and then suddenly lunged at Yi.

However, faster than the snake was Shen Yan.

The instant he was bitten, someone quickly killed the snake.

But this snake, though unremarkable in appearance and not brightly colored, was venomous.

Shen Yan’s body quickly reacted: first, he vomited blood, then blood vessels spread across his face, and finally, his body swelled grotesquely.

During this process, numerous viewers cursed, desperately sending messages to the official account, demanding that a doctor be sent to save him immediately.

The match was still ongoing, but the officials ignored the pleas, leaving the participants to fend for themselves.

Yi administered all the antidotes to Shen Yan.

The antidote was more potent than the poison, and its effect was immediate, giving him a higher chance of survival.

But Shen Yan still died.

He lay in Yi’s arms, Yi staring intently at him, his pupils shaking. The image of Shen Yan rushing towards him, throwing himself into his arms, replayed over and over in his mind.

It wasn’t a comforting scent, nor a gentle embrace, nor was it the right moment…

The fugitive scammer, with the alias Yi, who once went by the name Falson, let a single tear fall from the corner of his eye, murmuring softly to the lifeless body in his arms:

The waste disposal worker was in a great mood.

So many people had died today, many of whom he had seen before on the ship.

These arrogant people never treated him like a human, bossing him around.

Hah, but now they’re all dead, aren’t they?

The bodies piled up, robotically sorted and sent to the disposal site, where they were categorized for recycling.

Too mechanical? Don’t keep them. Half a body? No thanks. Too much medication in them?

These, they’ll take.

The drugs on the field were experimental products intentionally released by their laboratory. Unwitting buyers would inject them, allowing the researchers to observe their effects.

But those were for the researchers, not for a regular disposal worker like him.

The only consolation in this job was a small comfort.

The worker looked around, making sure no one was watching. He took the batch of bodies to a corner out of sight of the cameras.

He took a deep breath and climbed on top of the pile.

The topmost body was complete.

He touched the face of the corpse.

The swelling had subsided, but the poisonous purple marks remained, marring the beauty of the face.

But he didn’t care. He liked this person.

He liked the way he stomped on the monster’s head in battle, liked his playful attitude when joking with his teammates.

Too many things to like.

He could never approach him in life, but maybe in death…

The worker imagined it romantically, murmuring softly:

“Oh baby, wait for me, I—”

But before he could finish, he suddenly felt a sharp pain as a knife was plunged into his body.

He looked up in shock, only to meet Shen Yan’s gaze.

“You—”

Shen Yan expressionlessly stabbed again.

The worker spasmed and collapsed to the ground.

Shen Yan waited a few seconds before pushing his body off. He undressed him and put on his clothes.

A bit tight, but nothing too bad.

He reached into the worker’s pocket and pulled out a new mask, putting it on.

Then he dragged the cart of bodies toward the laboratory.