A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

They didn't ask what "sewer" meant. Lin Qi said it was in the sewers. That means it must be in the worst place.

They had blind faith in Lin Qi's abilities. In the game, Lin Qi was the rule.

"Seventh Sister, what kind of work do you do now?" Da Zhuang asked.

"Go to school," Lin Qi said.

"Second year," Lu Chen added.

There was a three-second silence on the table.

Wang Jianguo's eyes widened. His hand, holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air. "Sophomore year?"

Chen Mo opened his mouth. No sound came out.

Han Yingying bit the straw.

In their minds, Lin Qi was decisive and ruthless, with precise swordsmanship. Such a person was likely an agent of some secret organization, or a retired top mercenary.

Now tell them. Lin Qi is a sophomore.

Wang Jianguo swallowed hard. "Seventh Sister, do you... use a knife... at school too?"

"No need," Lin Qi said. "Use the keyboard."

"Computer Science Department," Lu Chen said.

Chen Mo turned to look at Lu Chen. "And what about you?"

"Second year of graduate school. Also studying computer science. She's her senior." Lu Chen said without changing his expression.

Wang Jianguo put down his wine glass and rubbed his face. "Are all computer science students this ruthless? I'm going to sign up for a computer class tomorrow."

Han Yingying laughed out loud. "Brother Wang, your fingers can press three keys at once on the keyboard."

The atmosphere relaxed.

Chen Mo stood up, took his guitar case, and walked towards the stage.

"I'll sing a song for everyone to celebrate that we're still alive," Chen Mo said into the microphone.

The sound of a guitar begins. The melody is slow.

Lin Qi leaned back in her chair, looking at Chen Mo.

The bar door was pushed open. Several young people with dyed hair walked in. They were very loud.

They walked to the bar. They slammed their hands on the table. "Boss, bring me the most expensive drink."

The owner was a middle-aged man, smiling ingratiatingly. "Gentlemen, we're having a drink sale today. Shall we get you something else?"

"A discount? You look down on us?" The leader, a blond-haired guy, grabbed a glass from the bar and smashed it on the floor. Glass shards flew everywhere.

"Don't cause trouble." The boss stepped back.

The blond-haired man wouldn't let it go. He reached out and grabbed the boss's collar.

Wang Jianguo stood up, frowning. "These punks are just looking for trouble."

He was about to go over when Dazhuang grabbed his shoulder. "Brother Wang, in this world, hitting someone is illegal. Besides, you're too strong. You could easily kill someone."

Lin Qi didn't speak. She stood up and walked towards the bar.

Lu Chen didn't move. He picked up the water glass on the table.

Huang Mao heard footsteps. He turned around and saw Lin Qi.

Lin Qi was wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt. She was rather thin.

"Hey, beautiful. What's up?" the blond guy whistled.

Lin Qi walked up to him. Half a meter away. He stopped.

"Pick it up," Lin Qi said, pointing to the shards of glass on the ground.

The blond-haired guy paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. He turned to look at his companion. "Did you hear that? She told me to pick it up."

His companions laughed along with him.

The blond-haired man turned around and reached out to touch Lin Qi's shoulder.

Lin Qi raised his left hand, his index and middle fingers together, and precisely poked the nerve in Huang Mao's right wrist.

The force was calculated precisely, blocking nerve conduction exactly.

The blond man's entire right arm went numb instantly. It hung limply down.

The smile on his face vanished.

"My hand. I can't feel anything in my hand," the blond-haired man cried out, his voice trembling.

Lin Qi took a half step forward with his right foot. His toe kicked the inside of Huang Mao's left knee.

The blond-haired man knelt on one knee. His knee slammed into shards of glass, tearing his pants. Blood flowed.

"Pick it up," Lin Qi repeated, his voice flat.

The blond-haired man was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat. He looked up and stared into Lin Qi's eyes.

Lin Qi's eyes were calm, like a stagnant pool, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. This silence carried an absolute suppressive force.

The blond-haired man used his remaining left hand, trembling, to pick up the shards of glass from the ground.

His companions stood by. No one dared to move. They hadn't even seen how Lin Qi made his move.

Wang Jianguo watched from a distance. He shook his head. "Seventh Sister is still Seventh Sister. She's the same even without a knife."

Da Zhuang nodded. "I think Seventh Sister held back just now. Otherwise, that leg would have broken."

The blond-haired man picked up the shards. His hand was cut.

Lin Qi turned his head. He looked at the bartender. "Where's the trash can?"

The boss pointed to the area under the bar.

Lin Qi looked at the blond-haired man. The blond-haired man immediately threw the shards into the trash can, then stood up, clutching his bleeding knee.

"Get lost," Lin Qi said.

Several people scrambled out of the bar.

Lin Qi turned around, walked back to his seat, and sat down.

Chen Mo played the last note on the stage.

"It sounds nice," Lin Qi said.

Chen Mo put down his guitar and walked back.

"Are you free tomorrow?" Lu Chen turned to ask Lin Qi.

"No classes," Lin Qi said.

"I'll take you somewhere," Lu Chen said.

"where."

"Go buy two knives. Hang them on the wall as souvenirs." Lu Chen picked up the menu. "Now. Order."

Lin Qi looked at the menu. "I'd like a plate of sliced ​​fruit. Apples, no peel."

"Okay." Lu Chen waved to the waiter.

The streetlights outside are on. The city is functioning as usual.

The game is over. Life goes on.

Lin Qi thought, "This is good."

She no longer needed to grip the knife handle. She only needed to hold the glass in her hand.

The water in the glass was clear. There was no blood. There was no engine oil either.

Lu Chen was discussing keyboard switches with Wang Jianguo.

Lin Qi looked at them and took a sip of water.

The sign outside flashed twice. The broken character lit up, changing to "Mist Bar". Chapter 65

The fruit platter was served. The platter was large. It contained watermelon, cantaloupe, and dragon fruit. The watermelon was cut into square pieces. The cantaloupe had its rind on. The apple was peeled. Several wooden toothpicks were stuck in the center.

Lin Qi picked up a toothpick, stuck it into a piece of apple, put it in her mouth, and bit it. The juice flowed down her tongue and into her throat. It was very sweet. She ate three pieces in a row.

"The fruit at this store is fresh," Lin Qi said.

Lu Chen didn't eat. He held a glass of lemonade and watched Lin Qi eat.

Dazhuang picked up a slice of watermelon, rind and all, and threw it into his mouth. He chewed it a couple of times and swallowed. "Seventh Sister, what do you think we should do from now on?" Dazhuang asked, placing his hands flat on the table, not daring to press down on it.

"Just get back to what you were doing," Lin Qi said. "The earth keeps turning."

Chen Mo put the guitar back in its case and locked it. He walked back to the table and sat down. He glanced at Lu Chen. "Brother Lu, is the game really completely over?"

"The physical connection is lost. The host has reset the timeline." Lu Chen took a sip of lemonade. "You only have physical bodies now. There are no data panels."

Wang Jianguo patted his round belly. In the game, he was a skinny guy who ran very fast. Now he'd gained all that weight back. "That's good. I don't have to see my name being marked with a red status every day. I plan to go back to work at the property management company. I hope to get promoted to security captain next month."

The bar door opened.

The blond-haired guy who had run away earlier returned. He was followed by seven or eight people. Leading the group was a bald man, about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black, tight-fitting vest. His chest muscles filled the vest out. He wore a large gold chain around his neck and had a long, narrow scar on his right arm.