Bizarre Survival: Starting from the Fake Human Community

Inside the room, the lighter emitted a flickering green flame, eerie yet dazzling.

"A cursed object? Heh... If only it didn't have any side effects, I wouldn't have to suffer so much when leveling up!" Su Ming laughed self-deprecatingly. He felt like an old man who had smoked a pipe for half his life, always feeling discomfort in his throat and lungs.

The side effects of the lighter were also a problem, and he had to find a way to solve them.

However, he already had some guesses that perhaps combining different cursed items was a viable approach.

"If only there were a tool that could alleviate or counteract this side effect..." Coming back to his senses, even though the lighter had only been turned on slightly, Su Ming immediately felt a foreign object in his throat, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sand.

Su Ming released his grip, and the fire went out. He coughed twice, spitting out no ashes, but his voice was hoarse. He looked at his face through the glass; thankfully, he wasn't dead.

"What are you doing?"

A gentle voice came from behind him. Su Ming turned around and saw her standing at the balcony door wrapped in a bath towel, her hair still dripping wet, and her expression was like she wanted to devour someone.

"I……"

"Su! Ming!" Wen Wan rushed over and snatched the lighter away. "Are you out of your mind?!"

"I'll give it a try..."

"Screw you!" Wen Wan's eyes reddened. "Who's going to collect my body if you die?!"

Su Ming opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. Wen Wan gripped the lighter in her hand, turned around, went into the house, and locked it in her bedroom drawer.

Su Ming stood on the balcony, watching her back, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The countdown on my phone has changed to "39 hours and 39 minutes".

Ah yes, yes, yes, 39 is the best in the world!

The two tacitly avoided mentioning the copy, but the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy, like cream that just wouldn't melt.

Wen Wan spent the whole day drawing in her notebook. Su Ming didn't know what she was drawing, but he occasionally heard her chuckling in the room, and she seemed to be engrossed in her drawing.

One day, as he passed by the door, he glimpsed a cartoon character being chased by a monster on the screen, accompanied by the text: "Run, Su Jianjian!"

Isn't this exactly what happened between them before? Su Ming knocked on the door and said irritably, "oioooi... I saw it."

Wen Wan slammed the easel shut, instinctively hiding it behind her back: "Cough cough cough, you must have mistaken me! It has nothing to do with you!"

"But that little figure is wearing my clothes," Su Ming teased, finding it quite amusing to look at Wen Wan, who was flustered like a deer.

"That's the mass-market model!" Wen Wan stamped her foot and argued.

"But it says Su on it." Youyou's gaze seemed to be determined to bring this case to a conclusion.

"Uh...you're seeing things. Who told you to stay up so late all the time!" Wen Wan said awkwardly.

"I wonder which guy stays up all night drawing doujinshi!" Su Ming didn't expose her.

During dinner that evening, Wen Wan suddenly asked casually, "Su Ming, if we were in different instances, and I died, would you be sad?"

Su Ming paused for a moment. "Yes."

How painful is it?

"So sad that I don't want to split the bill."

Wen Wan smiled, but tears streamed down her face as she smiled. Su Ming offered her a tissue, but she didn't take it, wiping her eyes with her sleeve instead. "Then it's a deal, neither of us is allowed to die."

"OK."

"Pinky promise."

"How old are you?"

"Pinky promise!"

Su Ming reached out and hooked his little finger around Wen Wan's little finger. Wen Wan's fingertips were cool, but he held her tightly.

"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now," Wenwan said earnestly.

To this day, he still doesn't know why they made a pinky promise to hang themselves, or why the time limit was one hundred years...

Su Ming remained silent and didn't respond. He looked out the window; the night was deep, and the countdown was still ticking.

Day three.

On the last day, the two of them didn't go anywhere. They stayed on the sofa and watched terrible movies all day, from one terrible movie to another. In the end, they were both glad that at least the monsters in the dungeon were better than these movies.

"You have really bad taste," Wen Wan said, putting down her sugary drink.

"You chose it."

"I chose the ones you agreed with."

"That's because I'm too lazy to argue."

"You have no taste."

"Fine, fine, I have no taste. You're the kind of person with taste who watches Peppa Pig, the pink pig."

The two bickered until dark.

Countdown: [03:39:39]

Su Ming took the lighter from Wen Wan's drawer and put it in his pocket. Wen Wan tried to stop him, but Su Ming stopped her this time, saying, "I need it in the dungeon. I'll control myself in real life."

"But what about you? What are you going to do all by yourself?" He could manage on his own, but Wen Wan had already risked everything for him last time, so how could he let her go into the dungeon alone?

"I...I'll improvise!" Wen Wan poked at her fingers, as if she couldn't think of any useful solutions. Perhaps it's just that life is only about 30,000 days long, so you just have to deal with whatever day comes your way?

"You rascal, sigh!" Su Ming shook his head at the carefree Wen Wan. "I think... you should observe whether there's a really nice person who's a powerful patron, and then you can happily run over there and become their henchman!"

"Then forget it!" Wen Wan said disdainfully, "What if I dig up some great treasure again!" Come to think of it, this supernatural lighter was something she found on a whim.

"Um... Hagi Maru, you rascal, where would you find a cursed artifact..." Just as she was about to deny Wen Wan, she turned to look at her and had another idea, "I think she might be able to do it!"

The words that were about to come out were: "Then good luck, but don't push yourself too hard, and in the end... come back alive for hot pot!"

"Are we still splitting the bill?" Wen Wan asked subconsciously, as if the mention of food now automatically brings to mind the idea of ​​splitting the bill.

"Damn, I haven't even saved up enough for a wife yet, and you think you can just get her for free?" Su Ming waved his hand dismissively.

"You don't understand... Freeloaders are the best, freeloaders are the superior ones!" Wen Wan smiled and raised her small hand.

"Time is almost up!" Wen Wan took the initiative to change the subject.

"Um!"

The two said nothing more.

【00:39:39】

The two sat on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder. Wen Wan rested her head on Su Ming's shoulder, and Su Ming didn't pull away.

"Su Jianjian".

"Um."

"If we get separated during this instance, you need to message me as soon as you come out."

"it is good."

If I don't reply... then just pretend I'm asleep.

Su Ming squeezed her hand. "You'll come back."

【00:00:00】

Both phones vibrated simultaneously, and they both looked down at the same time.

[Next Dungeon: Deadly Town]

[Personnel allocation in progress...]

Su Ming's heart sank, and Wen Wan's hand tightened.

[Su Ming: Deadly Town]

[Wen Wan: Undecided]

"Undecided?" Wen Wan's voice trembled. "What do you mean?"

Su Ming shook his head; the countdown was still ticking.

【00:00:10】

In the final moment, Wen Wan suddenly turned around, cupped Su Ming's face in her hands, and pressed her forehead against his. "Su Ming, come back alive."

Su Ming looked into her eyes, so close he could see his own reflection in her pupils. "You too."

【00:00:00】

A white light began to flicker. Wen Wan squeezed Su Ming's hand tightly, then released it; her white light and Su Ming's white light were not in the same direction.

[Teleportation Initiated]

[Wish you die soon]

Su Ming took one last look at Wen Wan. She stood in the white light, her hair blowing in the air currents, her eyes red-rimmed, but a smile playing on her lips.

He reached out, as if trying to grab something.

They caught nothing.

The white light engulfed everything.