Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

[System prompt: Use skill [Twin Shattered Mirrors]? Upon use, summons the weapon [Mirror Shield], and player [Jiang Ling] automatically merges with [Jiang Yao]'s talent, which is superior to her own.]

【Yes. 】

[Player [Jiang Ling]'s Fusion Talent Panel:]

Mental Strength: A+

Insight: A+

Attack power: A+

Agility: S+

Damage tolerance: A

Luck rating: B+

A shield, about half a person's height and shimmering with light, appeared in Jiang Ling's hand in an instant. The front of the shield was a mirror, which could clearly reflect human images—and perhaps, in other places, ghost images as well.

"I remember there was a tactical knife just now, wasn't there?" Jiang Ling's voice choked slightly. "Could you please give it to me?"

She was already used to this situation, because in the dangerous game, if the two could not survive, it was always her brother who would go first.

Her speed and combat strength are both superior to Jiang Yao's, which seems like a natural choice, and Jiang Yao trusts her unconditionally.

She and he were twins; they were born together and would die together, their paths leading to the same end, so there was nothing to worry about.

Yi Zanglan drew the sharp tactical knife from behind her waist, turned the handle upside down, and handed it to Jiang Ling.

No one asked any further questions. They didn't want to affect Jiang Ling's mood at this moment. In any case, it was a good thing that their teammates were becoming stronger.

"Thank you." Jiang Ling asked in a low voice, "How many bullets do we have left?"

Everyone checked their magazines. Except for Tang Yunxi, who still had a few bullets left, the other guns were all empty.

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps sounded outside, followed by a loud, heavy thud. Clearly, the robbers were preparing to break down the cinema doors.

"They're trying to break in." Ouyang Yu flexed her injured left shoulder, her expression grave as she stood up. "I may not have a gun, but I have my own weapons. But Miss Yi, what are you going to do?"

Yi Zanglan threw away the empty gun, casually took the gauze that Yan Zhao handed him, and wrapped it around the wound on his arm a few times.

She calmly replied, "Weapons? I do have some."

"So..."

"Those who can fight, push forward. Non-combat players, run faster. Don't fall behind."

Everyone nodded, indicating that they understood.

The pair of silver bracelets on her wrists had now turned completely black. Yi Zanglan bent her fingers and flicked them lightly.

[System prompt: Summon weapon [Abyss Scythe]?]

【Yes. 】

……

Two minutes later, with a loud bang, debris flew everywhere, and the doors of the 5D cinema collapsed.

The bandits raised their dark gun barrels as soon as they entered, but little did they know that someone was much faster than them.

Jiang Ling appeared in the enemy's field of vision like lightning. The bullets fired at them were completely absorbed by the shield in the mirror and then reflected back onto themselves.

Having withstood the first wave of attacks, the enemy's firepower remained undiminished, and soon a new batch of people with guns filled in, and cracks were beginning to appear on the mirror.

"Miss Yi!"

Jiang Ling quickly made way, revealing Yi Zanglan who had been hiding in the shadows to the side.

Yi Zanglan decisively parried with his sword, the bullets striking the blade of his sickle with a dense, metallic clang.

She lunged forward, twisted the hilt of her knife, and swung it horizontally with tremendous force. This strike was so powerful that it instantly severed the necks of the entire group of bandits blocking her path.

She kicked the corpse in front of her aside, then turned and slashed diagonally, delivering another fierce blow.

"Let's go to the top deck!"

She single-handedly carved a bloody path for her teammates behind her, with Jiang Ling following closely behind, holding her mirror shield.

Ouyang Yu pulled Zhang Nan aside, and the boomerang returned to finish off several bandits who were trying to ambush him.

Tang Yunxi fired her submachine gun continuously until she ran out of bullets. She quickly caught up with the group and turned around to find another group of bandits flanking from the east corridor.

"Zhao Zhao!"

"I'm here!"

[System prompt: Equip weapon [Claws of Fury]?]

【Yes. 】

This weapon was one of the four items won by the player who won first place in the overall prize competition, and Yi Zanglan gave it to Yan Zhao.

In that zombie chase themed around desire, Yan Zhao had seen the claws of the enraged zombie, which was the highest-level zombie.

Blood-red tendons bulged out, fingertips were pitch black, each one as sharp as a blade.

She had assumed that these claws would replace her hands, like a werewolf mutation.

Who knew that these claws were actually attached to her back, along with a pair of slender, snow-white bony arms that could stretch out freely like wings.

Furthermore, this weapon has its own ideas.

...As the bloodshot color entered her eyes, Yan Zhao felt a ringing in her ears, and all the negative emotions, both appropriate and inappropriate, instantly took over her mind.

She shoved Tang Yunxi away and charged forward with all her might. It was less like she was running and more like her furious claws were controlling her as she ran.

The Claw of Fury was in a frenzy, its claws striking alternately with lightning speed, tearing out the hearts of the entire band of robbers as it darted to the center of the corridor.

Yan Zhao's consciousness fluctuated between clarity and confusion, but she still remembered that she needed to return to her teammates as soon as possible. She gritted her teeth and tried to change direction, but the force carried her left and right, refusing to return to the right track.

"Zhao Zhao!" Tang Yunxi's voice came faintly from afar, seemingly urgently seeking help, "Lanlan, Zhao Zhao seems to have gone mad!"

Yan Zhao felt as if she were being swept up by a hurricane. All she could see was a bloody mess, as if furious claws were tearing at the bandits blocking her way.

Not only that, when her teammates came to find her, the Furious Claws didn't even distinguish friend from foe, and launched a surprise attack on Jiang Ling, who was at the forefront.

Jiang Ling nimbly raised the mirror shield and blocked in front of her. The two weapons collided, and the mirror, which already had dense cracks, shattered instantly.

The enraged claws retracted, then changed target, knocking away the boomerang thrown by Ouyang Yu with a single claw strike.

"Back off!"

Ouyang Yu gave a stern warning, while simultaneously raising her hand to shield Zhang Nan behind her.

Tang Yunxi was frantic: "Zhaozhao, it's us! What's wrong?!"

Yan Zhao paused slightly and subconsciously turned in this direction, but the enraged claws thus locked onto Tang Yunxi as their new target.

At a distance, and with the speed of the Furious Claws, the others simply couldn't arrive in time to provide assistance.

...a hair's breadth away.

The silver-bladed scythe whistled past Tang Yunxi, grazing her in front of her before being driven deep into the ground to block the claws.

Yi Zanglan ran towards Yan Zhao, and as she drew her scythe, she also completely exposed herself to the opponent's attack line of sight.

The raging claws attacked her from the left and right at extremely tricky angles; the left claw was entangled with the scythe, while the right claw was gripped tightly by her bare hands.

The claw blades gleamed coldly, their tips less than half an inch from her eyes.

The bone spur dragged a deep wound into Yi Canglan's palm, and blood dripped continuously from her sleeve to the ground. She frowned almost imperceptibly, and her voice grew cold.

"Zhaozhao, are you going to kill me?"

"..."

As if suddenly waking from a dream, Yan Zhao took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly regained their clarity.

Almost at the same moment, the Furious Claw retracted and coiled behind her. Although it was still eager to attack, it did not launch another attack on Yi Zanglan.

"...Lanlan?" Yan Zhao rushed forward, anxiously examining Yi Canglan's injured hand. Her eyes reddened as she spoke. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I couldn't control this weapon. If I had known... if I had known I was so useless, I shouldn't have taken it!"

Yi Zanglan let her hold his hand, remained silent for a moment, and calmly asked, "How could you not control yourself? Aren't you in control now?"

Yan Zhao looked slightly taken aback: "But I almost..."

"Advanced weapons draw upon their master's spiritual energy, and so does my scythe. You just need time to get used to it."

"..."

Yi Zanglan patted her shoulder and gently stated, "This is the result of my consideration. With your level of mental strength, you are a perfect match for this weapon. No one is more suitable than you."

"Zhaozhao, when you doubt yourself, you are doubting my judgment."

Yan Zhao stared at her for a long time, his chaotic thoughts gradually calming down. As if regaining some confidence, he nodded earnestly.

"...Okay, I'll try my best to adapt to it."

Yi Zanglan smiled and said, "Mm."

At this point, the other teammates also gathered around, and only after confirming that neither of them had suffered serious injuries did they finally feel relieved.

"You're amazing, Zhao Zhao!" Tang Yunxi pointed into the distance. "We were killing in front, and you were killing in the back. You were the one who did all the killing!"

Yan Zhao sighed in frustration, "It was my first time using it, and it almost caused a disaster."

"The more powerful a weapon is, the more temperamental it is. Luckily it's you using it. If someone else were using it, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause."

"Wow, you're pretty good at comforting people."

"Anyway, everything that needed to be resolved has finally been resolved." Jiang Ling looked around, her expression slightly melancholy. "Time's almost up, let's go to the top deck."

……

There are fifteen minutes left until the end of the game.

The six wounded men, stepping over the blood and corpses scattered on the ground, continued their ascent to the top floor.

The sea was calm and still, and a ray of orange morning light seemed to be about to pierce through the clouds.

Dawn is approaching.

Yi Zanglan stopped as she stepped onto the deck.

She saw the captain lying there, his head and body riddled with metal crossbow bolts, blood spreading far and wide through the cracks in the deck, clearly indicating that he had suffered extremely cruel torture before his death.

Not far behind him were three other bodies, tightly embracing each other—a man, a woman, and a child—all killed by stray bullets.

It's not hard to guess that the captain still wanted to save the family of three until the very last moment, but unfortunately, no one could save them.

Yi Zanglan walked to the captain's side, bent down, and reached out to close his eyes, which refused to close.

Yan Zhao and Tang Yunxi stood behind her, each in silence, gazing into the distance with her.

The glamorous cruise ship will eventually fall into eternal night, and they are outsiders, unable to change the cause and effect.

That's the end of it all.

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