Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 804 Gao Town

"Ugh, what a bad day. It started raining halfway through my work, and on my way back I saw a bunch of toads jumping around in the field. They were slimy and disgusting."

The foster mother, who had just entered, frowned, wiped her wet, freshly washed hands on her apron, and turned to look at her eleven well-behaved children on the table.

"Oh, my good child."

The foster mother, who had been looking annoyed, suddenly smiled. She walked quickly to the table, and Thumbelina, who was already smiling sweetly and ready to get up, watched helplessly as her foster mother ignored her and touched another "child".

"Oh my goodness, my dear child..."

The foster mother picked up the man kneeling on the match bed. He obediently lowered his head, his shaved head shining brightly in the light from the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Thumbelina stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

Yu Shijiu, An Jie, Chen Yi, He Lingling, and Xu Han also showed the same astonishment as Thumbelina.

Yang Hua and the others were the same, except for... Fang Youhua.

Fang Youhua's heart skipped a beat as she looked at Gao Zhen, who was being affectionately stroked in his adoptive mother's hand.

It’s over.

Fang Youhua closed her eyes, and a terrifying guess slowly surfaced in her mind, as if something unseen was slowly, inch by inch, devouring Gao Zhen's body.

“My good child,” the foster mother gently patted Gao Zhen’s head and said tenderly, “Come, dance for your mother who has worked hard all day.”

Fang Youhua: "..."

Fang Youhua pursed her lips.

Yu Shijiu was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. He watched as Gao Zhen's thick and tall body began to clumsily imitate Thumbelina dancing in his foster mother's hands, lifting his feet and spinning... He looked away from Thumbelina, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Thumbelina sat frozen on the petal-covered blanket on the match bed, watching her foster mother and Gao Zhen happily together, her expression growing increasingly bewildered and helpless.

Seemingly noticing Yu Shijiu's gaze, Thumbelina slowly looked away, then turned her head blankly to meet Yu Shijiu's eyes, her eyes filled with panic and a hint of fear.

Yu Shijiu was taken aback.

Is Thumbelina scared?

What is she afraid of?

Is she afraid of being abandoned?

Or are they afraid that they will die like those "Thumbelina" girls before them?

But He Lingling said that Thumbelina was the last seed the old witch gave to her adoptive mother... Her adoptive mother shouldn't have abandoned or hurt her.

After all, if the last Thumbelina also died, the foster mother would truly have to spend her whole life alone in this house.

—Although in the end of the fairy tale, the foster mother is still alone.

Thinking of this, Yu Shijiu opened his mouth and silently uttered a few words under Thumbelina's panicked gaze.

Thumbelina struggled to decipher his lip movements and paused for a moment.

Yu Shijiu said, "Don't be afraid, his dance isn't as good as yours."

"..."

For some reason, Thumbelina's panic and fear dissipated considerably after hearing his words.

Yu Shijiu smiled at her, silently put his hands together, tilted his head and squinted his eyes, making a sleeping gesture.

Thumbelina: "..."

Thumbelina chuckled, her beautiful, delicate eyes crinkling into crescents.

The meaning behind this sleeping posture was her "reminder" to Yu Shijiu the night before last.

Yu Shijiu was telling it not to be afraid, and that everything would be fine as long as it slept peacefully.

Thumbelina's fear vanished without a trace.

She blinked her bright, clear eyes at Yu Shijiu, then turned to continue watching her adoptive mother interacting with Gao Zhen.

The foster mother was busy bonding with her "good child," occasionally chuckling and shaking her head, softly praising the "good child" for the beautiful movements of his dance.

Xu Han's face contorted slightly, especially when she heard her adoptive mother say, "My God, that leg-lifting spin is even more beautiful and captivating than a real ballet dancer!"

Amid the praise, Gao Zhen, this burly and tall muscular man, instantly raised his head proudly and then gave his adoptive mother a particularly "captivating" whip spin in her palm.

"..." Xu Han felt like his eyes were about to go blind.

What's going on with Gao Zhen? Although his ballet dancing... well, objectively speaking, was actually not bad, it just didn't suit his appearance at all...

He Lingling, An Jie, and Chen Yi both sensed something was wrong.

He Lingling stared at Gao Zhen's proudly raised head. On his rugged face, which could barely be considered decent, the forced smile was more like a grotesque expression, especially Gao Zhen's eyes... His eyes seemed to be pleading for help.

Anjie frowned and pursed her lips as she looked at the fear and despair in Gao Zhen's eyes.

In a normal game instance, she might have tried to save him, just to see if she could, but this is a guild competition. Gao Zhen would only suffer some physical pain and wouldn't actually die... not to mention that they are now in a competitive relationship.

Fang Youhua should be the one thinking about saving people.

Chen Yi looked at Fang Youhua, who was pale in the corner.

Fang Youhua didn't seem to intend to save Gao Zhen. She looked up at Gao Zhen, who was spinning in her adoptive mother's palm, and her lips moved silently.

Useless.

Can't help.

Too far, too high...

Fang Youhua thought almost indifferently—if her body weren't so small now, she would definitely save Gao Zhen.

But now, Gao Zhen can't even come up with a prop to resist her adoptive mother. What can she do?

Yang Hua and the others stared in horror at their adoptive mother and Gao Zhen. She laughed shakily and cried out:

"Let go, Sister Fang..."

"Sister Fang... Gao, Gao Zhen, he..."

Before Yang Hua could finish speaking, Gao Zhen's calf, which had been spinning intensely in his adoptive mother's hand, suddenly cramped up, and he let out a sharp wail—a wail that sounded somewhat like a woman's voice at first glance.

Gao Zhen fell down.

"Gao Zhen... he looks weak."

Yang Hua's murmurs echoed in Fang Youhua's ears.

"..."

Under everyone's gaze, the smile on the foster mother's face vanished.

The foster mother looked down at Gao Zhen, who had fallen into her palm. Her voice was still gentle, but her face grew colder and colder.

"What's wrong? Why would you make such a basic mistake?"

"My dear child, you shouldn't make this kind of mistake, right? Haven't you been practicing dancing at home every day?"

Gao Zhen clutched his throbbing, cramping leg, his mouth agape. Large beads of cold sweat dripped down his temples, his eyes filled with despair. But the words that came out of his mouth were—

"Mom! Mom! I won't make a mistake! I haven't made a mistake! I'm Mom's good child! I'll always be Mom's good child!"

The rough male voice turned shrill, and Gao Zhen listened in despair as he uttered words he neither knew nor understood, his whole body trembling violently.

Fang, Fang has flowers, Fang has flowers, Sister Fang, Sister Fang...

Gao Zhenqiang, clinging to his remaining consciousness, tried to turn his head, but it was too late.