Editor: Junyans
It was already dawn when Bai Jingan awoke. Sunlight was pouring in through the window. When he opened his eyes, he saw Xia Tian looking at him.
Bai Jingan had never woken up in this way before. He never shared a bed with anyone. He was always independent and alert. But it felt very natural at that moment.
Xia Tian was lying beside him, looking at ease, not at all like he had been so badly injured that he almost couldn’t wake up. Seeing Bai Jingan awake, he flashed him an arresting smile devoid of weakness or gloom, turning back into that dazzling person everyone was familiar with.
“I thought I wouldn’t wake up this time,” Xia Tian said.
“I also thought that,” Bai Jingan said.
“I knew you’d look after me.”
“Yes,” Bai Jingan said, “or you would’ve been dead for two days.”
He sat up. His shirt was wrinkled from him sleeping in it the night before, but he ignored it. He put away the guns on the table and under the pillow one by one.
Xia Tian curled up under the blanket and said to him, “I’m hungry.”
“Okay,” Bai Jingan said, “but give me ‘Marshmallow’ for the next fight.”
Xia Tian looked at him in puzzlement, and Bai Jingan said, “I’ll go fight the next time there’s an attack.”
He yawned and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Xia Tian yelled behind him, struggling to change the other person’s plans, “We can divide up our days, something like Mondays Wednesday Friday and Tuesday Thursday Saturday!”
Hearing some noise, Eric walked into the room and smiled as he saw that Xia Tian was awake.
Wei Xi stood behind him and smiled at Xia Tian as well. It was Bai Jingan’s first time seeing the boy smile like this.
“I thought you were dead,” Eric said, “and then the ‘Marshmallow’ would belong to me.”
“Is that how you comfort people?” Xia Tian said.
The smell of food soon came from the kitchen, and he sat up carefully.
“Where are the guns we got?” He asked.
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Wei Xi came over and checked Xia Tian’s injuries. Then, he hesitated for a moment before suddenly bending down and giving Xia Tian a hard hug.
“Gently, gently,” Xia Tian said, patting him on the back, “Do you know how much I’m worth now?”
“The whole third sub-arena combined is probably not worth as much as you are,” Eric said, “Be careful, Wei Xi. You won’t be able to pay for it in your next life if you break him.”
Wei Xi straightened up with a smile that matched his age and said, “I was scared to death.”
Eric handed the bag of Piercer bombs to Xia Tian, who counted them excitedly. Bai Jingan stood in the doorway watching him, alive and breathing. The morning sunlight sprinkled on his bed, and everything seemed full of hope.
Bai Jingan made a cup of milk cereal, put some extra sugar in it, and handed it to Xia Tian, who was living on nutritional injections these days and had to eat soft foods.
The room was warm, but Xia Tian was probably still cold, so he dragged a blue blanket next to him and wrapped it around himself. Then, he sat against the head of the bed and drank the cup of cereal. The scene was homely as hell.
After he finished his breakfast, Xia Tian sorted and counted the weapons. Bai Jingan helped him change his bandages when sleep started to claim him again, and he finally couldn’t remember how he went back to sleep.
He slept until noon and woke up in a pile of weapons. Bai Jingan hadn’t tidied them up and let him sleep in a pile of pistols, heavy guns, rocket launchers and bombs. It gave people a sense of security.
Xia Tian had finally gotten some energy, so he went to take a shower and came out for lunch.
Eric was in charge of lunch, and everyone soon discovered that he was a first-rate cook. He was especially good at making sick meals, which was simply a precious asset.
The living room was neat and elegant, bright and clear. The sofa and carpet that had been soiled before had been replaced the next day by the organizers, and An Xiaoyin had been in the decoration team. The organizers had finally caught a topic and were not prepared to let her go.
She stood in the living room, not knowing what to do. What had happened last time had taught her that any action could be a disaster.
Bai Jingan remembered the way Xia Tian had talked to her in the courtyard that day, the way she had smiled at him, the way everything had looked so beautiful. It could have been beautiful.
She stood at a loss for a moment and couldn’t help but turn her head to look in Xia Tian’s direction, looking very sad.
Bai Jingan could only say, “He will survive.”
“I was very happy when he had talked to me that day,” An Xiaoyin said, “I don’t watch the Killing Show, but he is so handsome, you can’t say no to a guy like that. He had said…”
She sighed.
“It’s a terrible life, isn’t it?” She said, “In your world, all good things will turn into nightmares.”
Bai Jingan didn’t know what to say. These people changed the sofa, cleaned up the room and left, and she followed them back to the main house.
Bai Jingan stood in the living room, which was neat and clean, as if nothing had happened. However, the man who was sleeping in the house revealed the previous day’s nightmare.
Now his comrade had returned alive and was wolfing down his lunch, looking as if he was in urgent need of nutritional supplements, while listening to others describe the current general situation.
The garden was safe during the day, but it was a different world at night.
“Those… mutant creatures have killed a lot of people in the last two days,” Eric said, “and while there are guns now, the situation is still not good. These creatures proceed in an orderly manner and possess intelligence.”
“They should be trying to kill some people first to keep the ratings up,” Bai Jingan said, “before the big show arrives.”
“We disarmed the magnetic virus bomb, so there won’t be a blackout,” Wei Xi said, “but they can make the monsters evolve.”
“You know what, they can already smash security lights now,” Eric said.
Xia Tian, who was concentrating on eating his food, came to a sudden halt and turned his head to look at Eric, who nodded heavily.
“They learned it yesterday,” Wei Xi said.
“Their intelligence is evolving very quickly.”
“If ‘Mr. Shi’ wants evolution, there must be evolution,” Xia Tian said in a dramatic tone.
“Last night, it was special outside…” Wei Xi said.
He didn’t finish the following words and turned his head to look out the window. Outside, the sun was shining brightly overhead, illuminating the vibrant beauty of the world resting beneath it, and there were colorful flowers everywhere. But, this beauty, like the bright-coloured, poisonous veins, was a commodity for sale, just like blood, death, and monstrous creatures.
Bai Jingan knew that those things had been gathering outside the house since the night Xia Tian had fallen unconscious. After Eric had fired a few shots, the creatures had quickly learned to hide, but their pale, flesh-colored shadows were still discernible between brief glimpses of sightings.
Everyone knew that the ones watching them menacingly were the organizers, and the whole world behind the cameras. Those people were waiting.
“They’re right there, watching us,” Eric said, “organized and very hungry. But so far they haven’t bothered us.”
“They will soon,” Bai Jingan said.
After finishing his meal, Bai Jingan sorted out his firearms, and aligned their sights very skillfully.
The gun function of the ‘Marshmallow’ had actually been opened. Although it was only the basic pistol version, it was also quite practical. Xia Tian couldn’t keep his hands off it and kept trying it out. Bai Jingan mercilessly took it away, saying that it belonged to him for recent use and he’d better stay behind him the next time there was an attack.
Eric nodded and said to Xia Tian: “Yes, they must have prepared a ‘big meal’ for you.”
Xia Tian gave a “hmm” and continued to concentrate on eating.
“This is not the way to go on,” Bai Jingan said, “We have to end the game as soon as possible.”
“How do we end it?” Eric said.
“Get the inheritance, or kill everyone,” Bai Jingan said.
Eric and Wei Xi turned their heads to stare at him as if he had received the wrong script.
Xia Tian bit a piece of fried pancake and nodded seriously, expressing that he thought that this plan was very practical. He then said: “Is there any more cream?”
After eating, Xia Tian held a plate of chocolate crisps and sat on the sofa to watch the surveillance video of the past two days to stay informed of the situation.
But halfway through eating, he dozed off once more. In the end, all he could recall was the bloody scene from the video and the fact that Bai Jingan had found a blanket to cover him and carefully folded it around him.
Xia Tian slept through the night when something unknown woke him up in the darkness. He suddenly opened his eyes.
Outside, things were tense.
When Xia Tian detected the slight sound of a lightbulb breaking, he got up from the sofa and grabbed the gun on the table.
At that moment, something outside hit the door so hard that the whole house trembled.
He stood up and pulled the safety off. The room was already in a battle-ready state, filled with guns and bombs. A cabinet had been temporarily used to barricade the door and a table had been moved up to block the window.
However, the window was very large to provide good lighting, and the table could only block a part of it. Xia Tian could see that it was a dark and windy night outside, suitable for something dangerous to happen. Only two security lights were still on, and the monsters were gathered at the edge of the light, their pale skin reflecting the faint starlight. They were either crouching or standing, looking very similar to humans, but moving without the slightest hint of human bearing. They were pure beasts.
This was the power of genes.
In addition to the danger, there was lingering sadness and hopelessness.
Some of these “evolved” monsters rushed into the light, banged on the doors and buildings, and scratched at the walls; they were entrapped in a never-ending cycle of rage and hunger.
Xia tian tucked his gun into his waist, picked up another one and stuffed it into his pocket after hastily scanning through its model.
Just then, the door suddenly slammed open with a “bang”, and Bai Jingan shot at the first monster that charged in.
Bai Jingan being so caring and cute! More please 😙
wonderful as ever……and happy new year to yall…😃