Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 213 No reward for no merit

Da da da--

Mu Gui walked back and forth in the empty corridor, looking at all the tightly closed doors around him, hesitating whether or not to turn on the camera function in advance.

If I could actually get a picture, I could obtain a few bottles of the nun's potion and improve my survival ability... But what if I failed to get a picture and Zhou Yuanyang discovered it instead?

Mu Gui nervously bit his fingertips until his nails were bitten all the way down and he could taste the rust, before he subconsciously realized what was happening and let go.

He thought of the players who had died tragically in the game's dungeons, and his gaze gradually changed from worry and fear to determination.

...Let's give it a try...I've sacrificed so much just to survive...It's just taking a picture, it can definitely be done, besides, I have to live...

Having made up his mind, Mu Gui clenched his fist and strode towards Zhou Yuanyang's room.

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At this moment, Zhou Yuanyang was standing by the window watching the players walking back and forth on the town streets.

Most players chatted with forced smiles, a few lay drunk and sprawled on the streets, and others hurried by, busy gathering information about the game's dungeons...

Everyone has their own way of living.

It seems that everyone is doing their utmost to achieve their own "resurrection".

On the undamaged half of Zhou Yuanyang's face, his eyelashes remained intact, but his grayish-white pupils darkened for a moment, as if shrouded in an inescapable shadow.

"You'll come back safe and sound..."

Zhou Yuanyang raised his hand and slowly crawled along the red-legged centipede that had crawled out of his sleeve until it stopped behind his fingernail.

Zhou Yuanyang lowered his head slightly, sighed softly, and his lips touched the head of the red-legged centipede briefly before releasing.

"Don't worry, it'll be quick."

Once the guild points competition begins, everything will get better as I wish—

dong dong dong-

The sudden knocking interrupted Zhou Yuanyang's thoughts. He slowly turned around and stared coldly in the direction of the door.

"Come in."

Zhou Yuanyang said.

As he agreed, the door was slowly pushed open from the outside, revealing a man's face that was slightly handsome but could not hide his fear.

Zhou Yuanyang remembered this man.

He's the male player who's been with the nun the longest.

What's it called, something like pastoral regulations?

The mule who entered kept his head down, not daring to look at Zhou Yuanyang by the window, and whispered:

“Bishop Zhou, the nun asked me to bring you something.”

Zhou Yuan looked up at him, his cold expression gradually relaxing slightly:

"Something? What?"

He did not recall "buying" anything from the nun.

Mu Gui took out a bottle of pale purple potion from the cloth bag at his waist and said with his head down:

"It's 'The Labyrinth of Memories'."

"..."

Zhou Yuanyang's gaze paused slightly, his cold gray pupils freezing for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he raised an eyebrow:

"A labyrinth of memories?"

“Yes, Bishop Zhou.” Pastor Gui’s heart was pounding. He licked his lips and mustered his courage to take another step forward.

"The nun said you would definitely need the 'Memory Labyrinth,' so she specifically asked me to deliver it to you as soon as it was finished."

As Mu Gui pushed the "Memory Maze" closer, his other hand silently opened the interface used by Dawn Games for players to communicate with each other.

Thankfully, this so-called system that every player has is something that's no different from a real mobile phone.

Zhou Yuanyang seemed oblivious to his subtle movements. He stared at the medicine Mu Gui was handing him, his throat bobbing unnaturally for a few seconds.

It's not easy to take the nun's things.

Not to mention the "Memory Labyrinth," a hallucinatory potion that consumes both mental and physical energy.

A bottle of "Memory Labyrinth" can be worth up to 4000 points in Dawn Games.

It represents all the points a player accumulates after a grueling playthrough.

But the nun's "business" was always very good, and it even depended on her mood. Most of the time, the nun was not idle and would not brew a bottle of "Memory Labyrinth".

Players who can afford the "Memory Labyrinth" potion won't care about a mere 4000 points; most of them are high-ranking players who have been in Dawn of the Games for a long time.

After all, the nun's innate skills are unique in the Dawn game.

"She's in a hurry," Zhou Yuanyang thought, his eyes narrowing slightly as he recalled the nun's apparent interest in Yu Shijiu during the meeting.

"But this thing is too valuable."

The implication is that one should not accept rewards without merit, and is unwilling to accept them.

Mu Gui wasn't stupid. He looked up in astonishment, momentarily not quite understanding the meaning of Zhou Yuanyang's words.

Isn't Zhou Yuanyang eager to obtain the "Memory Labyrinth"?

As far as he knew, Zhou Yuanyang had once made the outrageous claim to the nun that a bottle of "Memory Labyrinth" would cost 10,000 points.

Although the nun ultimately did not agree, it still shocked the pastoral rules that had been raised to such an exorbitant price for a long time.

And now, Zhou Yuanyang is actually saying he doesn't want it?!

Shocked, Mu Gui instinctively took another step forward.

"Bishop Zhou! What do you mean by this—"

"Means nothing."

Zhou Yuanyang interrupted Mu Gui with a smile, and the red-legged centipede in his hand rushed towards Mu Gui at a speed invisible to the naked eye, startling the latter so much that he retreated backward in a disheveled manner. In the end, he fell to the ground while trying to protect the "Memory Maze" in his hand.

"I should be asking you what you mean."

As Zhou Yuanyang spoke, the red-legged centipede that had already grabbed Mu Gui by the neck opened its venomous mouthparts and viciously bit at the blood vessels flowing in the other's neck.

"hiss?!"

Mu Gui was so frightened that he screamed, but dared not move, fearing that the red-legged centipede on his neck would be angered by his struggle and spit out more venom.

"I really dislike having my picture taken."

Zhou Yuanyang strolled up to him, his black robe spreading out in layers with his movements, like a mysterious and unpredictable black vortex.

Do you think I look blind?

Zhou Yuanyang spoke in a gentle tone, and as he spoke, he turned his head to the side, revealing half of his face, scarred and disfigured, to Mu Gui. His tiny pupil gradually turned white, becoming eerily white.

"No! No, no, no!" Mu Gui was terrified. He froze on the spot, swallowing hard, his mouth watering with fear, and shaking his head repeatedly, trying to suppress his terror.

"No! I didn't have that thought! I really wouldn't dare! Bishop Zhou! Bishop Zhou, I really, I didn't have that thought! I was just, I was just, I was just, I was just completing, just completing the task that the nun gave me!"

The priest instinctively concealed his own greed and had the nun take the blame.

"is it?"

Zhou Yuanyang seemed oblivious to his fear and shifty gaze, and smiled faintly upon hearing this.

"According to you, the nun still has that wicked sense of humor."