Chapter 4: Lai Na, Drink Your Soup
The hand holding the soup froze mid-air.
His forehead was drenched in cold sweat.
Are you kidding me! This is poison soup?!
Damn system, are you even giving new players a chance to live?!
The thought of almost gulping down the poison soup left Fang Yue speechless.
In this game, dying once meant you couldn't re-enter for 24 hours, and your character was truly dead—you had to start over with a new save file.
It meant starting everything from scratch—the death penalty was brutal.
And they still set up a kill at the very beginning? How are new players supposed to play?!
"Big brother, drink your soup."
A sweet voice circled around Fang Yue's ears.
Fang Yue looked up—and the little girl's smile before him was no longer warm or cute, but sinister and vile!
Outside the ruined temple, Heavy Rain continued.
Boom!
Another thunderclap exploded.
In that instant, Fang Yue suddenly froze.
Because under the flash of thunder, he saw clearly.
The little girl still held out the bowl—but in her open palm, fingernails had grown.
A human hand has nails on both the front and back of all five fingertips!
And the scraping sound just now—clearly, it was nails scraping against the porcelain bowl!
1!
His body went rigid.
Fang Yue, holding the scalding poison soup, suddenly saw an HP-1 prompt appear above his head.
Is this even a human?!
"Big brother, why aren't you drinking your soup yet?"
The little girl's sweet voice rang out again, like a death knell.
Behind the little girl, the little boy was ashen-faced, trembling all over.
In that moment, Fang Yue understood.
The little boy had never been afraid of himself—he'd been terrified of the girl beside him!
Thinking of his pitiful stats and 4/50 HP, Fang Yue was certain—he couldn't possibly defeat this female ghost!
He forced a stiff smile and said, "Thank you, miss, for your kindness, but the soup is too hot—I'll drink it in a moment…"
"No, big brother. Hot soup warms the stomach—now is the best time to drink it."
The little girl smiled sweetly at him, but that innocent expression made cold sweat pour down Fang Yue's forehead.
If he died today, the Game Watch he fought so hard to get would be meaningless.
If he didn't get a head start, how could he make big money in the game?
"Is…is that so? Okay, I'll drink it now."
1.
Another HP-reduction prompt appeared above his head.
HP: 3/50 (Heavy Injury).
But Fang Yue had calmed down now.
Firmly gripping the poison soup in both hands, he smiled at the little ghost girl right before him.
Under the little ghost girl's expectant gaze, he slowly brought the bowl toward his mouth.
The little ghost girl leaned forward too, as if eager to witness Fang Yue drinking the poison.
Had he not known the truth, Fang Yue would have thought this was just a child's adorable eagerness to see someone drink her homemade broth.
But now, he saw it as a demon urging him to die!
He observed calmly, muscles and nerves taut.
Just as the poison soup was about to enter his mouth, he suddenly shot out his hand!
Before the little ghost girl could react, he seized her mouth and, with maximum speed, slammed the poison soup into her throat!
You want to kill me? I'll kill you first!
"Mmmmm?!!"
The sudden move left the little ghost girl stunned.
Her eyes bulged in terror as she struggled violently—her strength was terrifying—and she flung Fang Yue across the room.
Thud!
Pain exploded in his back as Fang Yue crashed hard against a pillar in the ruined temple.
1!
HP: 2/50 (Heavy Injury).
On the brink of death, Fang Yue had no time to care—he snapped his head up toward the little ghost girl.
He'd only managed to pour half the soup into her before being thrown—would it be enough to kill her?
When he looked up, he saw the little ghost girl clutching her throat, screaming silently—the most terrifying part was above her head.
1!
1!
1!
1!
The values were low, but the frequency of damage was terrifying—the violent blood-loss rate spiked wildly above the little girl ghost's head, numbers crammed tightly together.
Sssssss!
At that moment, the little girl ghost suddenly tore open her own throat.
A blood-red number, similar to a critical hit, appeared above her head.
100!
Her throat split open into a bloody wound, blood gushing forth—but the little girl ghost was still not dead, and somehow, she could now speak.
"Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough!"
"What did you do! What did you do!!!"
Her voice was shrill and piercing, utterly unlike her earlier sweet tone!
At the same time, on both her arms, scales like fish scales began to flip out from her skin!
A dense layer of nail-like scales covered her entire arms, looking horrifying and terrifying.
But her body had already begun to convulse, oozing black blood.
This soup was indeed terrifyingly poisonous!
"You ask me what I did? Bold demon! I saw at a glance you're not human!"
Watching the little girl ghost lie weakly on the ground, limbs twitching.
For some reason, Fang Yue surged forward and kicked over the iron pot!
As his foot struck the pot, numbers appeared above Fang Yue's own head.
1!
Damn it, this broken body—am I going to kill myself?
The kicked-away iron pot spilled its boiling, poisonous broth, drenching the little girl ghost in large quantities.
Sssssss!!!
Dozens of numbers erupted simultaneously from the little girl ghost's body, spiking wildly.
11!
11!
11!
11!
11!
"Aaaah! Stop! Stop!!!"
Boom!!
Thunder roared again.
Mixed with the piercing screams.
When the thunder faded, darkness returned to the ruined temple—silence filled it completely.
The little girl ghost was now reduced to nothing but tiny ash fragments, like human cremation remains.
At the same time, a white light flashed over Fang Yue's body.
Familiar music seemed to sound beside him.
The light of righteousness shines upon the earth…
"Ding!"
"System Prompt: Congratulations, player 【Yese Liming】, you have slain the eerie 【Shi Zhi Gui】. Reward: Control Power +10, Deflection Power +10, Yang Life +1 day."
"Server-wide Announcement: Congratulations, player 【Yese Liming】, you have slain 【Shi Zhi Gui】. As the first player to slay an 【Eerie】, the system grants you a 【Human-Rank Random Talent】 and 【Yang Life: 10 days】. Other players, please keep striving!"
Holy shit, server-wide announcement?
The first person in the entire game to get the first kill.
So I'm basically a cow flying to heaven, way more awesome now!
"Ding!"
"System Prompt: Congratulations, player 【Yese Liming】, Yang Life increased by 10 days."
"When Yang Life reaches zero, the Yin Messenger will claim your life."
"Please maintain sufficient Yang Life at all times."
"Player 【Yese Liming】, would you like to draw your 【Human-Rank Random Talent】 now?"
Of course I'm drawing!
A semi-transparent roulette wheel appeared out of thin air, its pointer spinning rapidly.
The wheel displayed only Human-Rank talents, of every type—dazzling and overwhelming to look at.
When Fang Yue silently thought "stop," the wheel slowed gradually, finally pointing to…
"Congratulations, player 【Yese Liming】, you have obtained the Human-Rank Superior Talent 【Night's Breath】."
"Name: Night's Breath."
"Rank: Human-Rank Superior."
"Effect 1: Daytime Control Power -20, Deflection Power -20."
"Effect 2: Nighttime Control Power +20, Deflection Power +20."
"Effect 3: At night, significantly increase life recovery speed."
"Effect 4: At night, moderately increase injury recovery speed."
Note: At night, I am my superhuman self; by day, I am my useless self. Could Ning really be a vampire?
Human-grade Superior Talent!
Looks impressive, but... isn't his daytime combat power reduced too drastically?
When Fang Yue opened his stats, his pupils shrank instantly.
Fuck!
His health value was rapidly fluctuating.
1.
5.
15.
30.
50.
This healing speed? Zooming up!
His body grew warm and comfortable, and his injuries healed rapidly.
System Prompt: Congratulations, you have recovered from Heavy Injury.
Is this the Night Breath? I'm in love!
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