Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

Fan Qiqi found some insects from somewhere, and right in front of Xiaohua, she tore off their legs one by one, plucked out their wings, and then, using a bamboo skewer, pierced several of them, stringing them together... What a brat!?

"Little frog, croaking, catching pests, protecting crops, everyone loves it... croak."

While imitating the croaking of a frog, Fan Qiqi handed the string of insects in her hand to Xiaohua: "Here, play with me."

"I...I don't want to play."

Hua Hua felt somewhat psychologically uncomfortable.

"If you don't play, I'll play with you." Fan Qiqi flashed a cute smile: "Hehe..."

Hua Hua was so frightened that she took several steps back.

How to do?

Brother Fan's sister is so scary!

No wonder Coco was always so afraid of her!

What should I do...? Is she going to torture insects too?

Just as Hua Hua was in a panic, a cough suddenly rang out.

"Brother Fan!"

Hua Hua threw herself into Fan Xiao's arms, her face showing an expression that looked like she was about to cry.

Fan Xiao walked over, glanced at Fan Qiqi who was self-righteous and showed no remorse, and felt a pang of melancholy... Luckily he came back quickly, otherwise who knows what would have happened.

Murder is out of the question; the little angel wouldn't disobey his orders.

But playing with people...

It seems I can't be separated from Fan Qiqi anymore, otherwise this little guy will definitely go berserk and become a being worthy of his talent name once he's left unsupervised.

……

Outside the dream.

The square in front of Fairy Tale Town.

As the simulated sun sets in the west, the light enveloping the fairytale town gradually dims.

Before long, night fell.

The darkness gradually deepened, and the temperature began to drop.

The tattooed man and the dark-skinned man standing in the roundabout area couldn't help but shudder.

Perhaps it was psychological, but they felt that everything around them had changed...

Chapter 523 Fan Xiao: I still prefer your rebellious side.

Changes in temperature and light alerted both the tattooed man and the dark-skinned man.

At this moment, the large roundabout reappeared, along with the simple ticketing facility building next to it.

The only difference was that the ticket seller had changed; it was no longer the young man with the slightly irritating smile, but a petite, beautiful, and lovable little girl.

This scene surprised both the tattooed man and the dark-skinned man.

The two approached the ticket window again. The dark-skinned man looked the girl up and down, then asked in a tone that sounded like an adult coaxing a child, "Little girl, where did that staff member go?"

"Shift change," Yan Keke said, hanging her work badge around her neck. "I'm in charge of the night shift."

"You're also a staff member? You're so young... Does Fairy Tale Town even use child labor?"

The dark-skinned man feigned disapproval and sighed, "I don't know what the owner of this place was thinking? Making a child work the night shift is immoral."

"You...you're the immoral one!"

Yan Keke suddenly retorted.

This dark-skinned guy is so annoying. He's clearly filled with filthy emotions, yet he pretends to care about a child. He's a real pervert... Most importantly, he dared to speak ill of Brother Fan. That's unforgivable... Yan Keke felt a little angry.

"..."

The dark-skinned man was a little confused.

He had initially thought that by demonstrating honesty and concern, the little girl would develop some initial goodwill towards him, making their inquiry easier.

As a result... this backfired spectacularly?

"Ahem... Little girl, do you know roughly what time the forced games at night will begin?"

The tattooed man then stepped forward and asked the question on behalf of the dark-skinned man.

“The timing is random,” Yan Keke replied. “It could happen at any time after dark. If you two guests wish to purchase the gold service, there’s still time. If you delay any longer, things might change.”

"What about the Silver Service?" the tattooed man asked. "If I buy the Silver Service now, draw a ticket, and go directly into the simpler games, what happens to the mandatory games at night? Won't the two games conflict in terms of time?"

"What kind of service would you like to purchase?" Yan Keke asked.

"...Little girl, can you answer my question first?" The tattooed man handed over five hundred game coins.

After taking the money, Yan Keke replied, "I don't know."

Tattooed man: "..."

I didn't know you charged money!

"Then give me my money back," he said.

"The customer has already asked the question, and I have already answered it. Refunds are not possible; that's the policy."

Yan Keke remained resolute and used illusions to mask her blushing reaction.

It's so awkward to be a bad guy...

The tattooed man was speechless.

He exchanged a glance with the dark-skinned man and then moved a short distance away from the ticket window.

The tattooed man said, "I reckon the questions I can get by bribing people are all worthless, so there's no need to waste money. What should we do now? The forced game could start at any moment."

"Furthermore... those who entered other game areas haven't returned yet. Do you think they were able to avoid the games at night because they were experiencing other areas?"

"Should we also go and participate in a lottery now?"

"That's a possibility, but..."

The dark-skinned man shook his head and said, "Who can say for sure what form the forced game will take? Maybe when the time comes, everyone will be teleported to the same place."

“Now that we’ve received the tickets, we might be automatically tied to a game we have to participate in, which isn’t worth it.”

"We've waited this long, there's no need to overturn our previous decisions on the spot."

"So... are you going to buy the gold service or not?" the tattooed man asked.

"Hey bro, relax, don't be so tense."

The dark-skinned man said casually, "Today is only the first day! This instance requires players to survive for seven days."

"Generally speaking, in survival-type dungeons, the first day is the easiest, and the real crisis only appears on the last day. If you give away 100,000 now, what will happen in the next few days?"

"Tell me, how many 100,000s do you have to spend?"

He patted the tattooed man on the shoulder: "You're a C-level player after all. Calm down. It's not like we haven't been through C-level dungeons before."

“…Okay,” the tattooed man sighed, “I did get a little anxious during the day because of that ticket seller’s manipulation.”

"We have now confirmed that the carousel and ticket windows will not disappear; there will simply be shift changes."

The dark-skinned man said, "Knowing this, there's no need to rush to buy the service. We should at least hold out for a few more days."

"If the dungeon is one that is both very difficult and dangerous, it would be more reasonable for us to wait until we can't hold on any longer before buying it."

10 game coins is no small amount for a typical C-level player.

It will be somewhat serious and require some physical or structural repair.

If this happens a few more times... then you'll be bankrupt!

"Hmm... let's do it your way."

The tattooed man nodded, his anxiety subsiding and replaced by a hint of confidence.

Yes, it's only the first day, there's no need to rush to spend money.

Both of them calmed down and waited for the night to pass.

At one point, their perspective suddenly changed.

A slightly chilly aura swept over.

Suddenly, the scene in the distant square distorted, and amidst the interplay of light and shadow, an irregular gate resembling a giant hole appeared in their field of vision.

Behind the door was a thick, oppressive darkness, where nothing could be seen, as if it led to an unknown abyss.

The strange door seemed to have grown legs and kept moving towards them.

The tattooed man and the dark-skinned man immediately became uneasy. Sensing the threat, they instinctively tried to retreat frantically.

However, no matter how far they retreated, they would only get closer and closer to that terrifying door.

It was as if they weren't retreating, but rather actively moving forward.

With their five senses overwhelmed, the two approached the door at an incredible speed and entered the deep darkness behind it.

The next second, their perspective shifted again.

The dark-skinned man opened his eyes, looked around, and found himself inside a house.

The tattooed man had already disappeared.

He instinctively became alert and immediately tried to use the communication tool... but failed.

Activating the talent... also failed.

The dark-skinned man's face immediately turned ugly.

What kind of place is this? Why can't I even activate my talents?

He quickly took a closer look at his physical condition... He was so weak!

It was as if he had transformed into a scholar who was powerless to even kill a chicken.

"Wait, my attire...doesn't it make me look like a scholar?"

The dark-skinned man suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had changed his clothes and was now wearing an ancient-style long robe.

When...when did the clothes change?

Could this not be the real world?

Is this a dream?

Just then, a gentle voice caught the dark-skinned man's attention: "My lord, you were so vigorous the night before last, you didn't look like a scholar at all, and I... I liked you so much. Why didn't you come to see me last night?"

"..."

The dark-skinned man looked up and saw a young woman dressed in a demure manner sitting across the table. She had a beautiful face and an alluring figure.

As he leered at her, a memory automatically surfaced in his mind—he was a scholar who, a few days ago, encountered a beautiful woman of unknown identity while out and about. The woman claimed to be a runaway concubine and looked pitiful, so he ignored his friends' advice and took her home to live with him.

To express her gratitude, the woman offered herself to him, giving herself to him on their very first night.

The two had enjoyed themselves for several nights.

However, just yesterday, when he went out again, he encountered a Taoist priest who exorcises ghosts.

The Taoist priest said that his forehead was dark, which meant he had encountered a ghost and was being haunted by a demon. He then told him how to verify this.

Although he was skeptical, he still took advantage of the previous night to peek through the woman's window... He saw an ugly and ferocious ghost painting a human skin, and the image on the skin was that of the woman.

Painted Skin!

The dark-skinned man was so shocked that cold sweat broke out on his back!

Isn't this the story of "Painted Skin"?

This story was his biggest fear when he was little; it was a childhood trauma for him.

He was transported into the story?

No, it must have been a dream.