[Infinite flow + everyone plays the pig to eat the tiger + suspenseful mind games + sweet on the outside, dark within]
Wen Xiaoshu wants to become like his name: gentle, but strong.
The first time he steps into an infinite-instance dungeon, his whole body is trembling.
Not from fear.
From excitement.
He lowers his head, his shoulders giving a faint shudder. His voice is as soft as melting milk candy. “I-I’m a little scared...”
Everyone there laughs.
“What’s with this newbie?”
“He’s that scared? Did he come here to get himself killed?”
“A sugar-soft burden. He’ll definitely be the first to die.”
Their taunts jab at him like needles, but Wen Xiaoshu quietly clenches the hand hidden in his sleeve.
Nobody knows.
The truly terrifying things have never been the dungeon monsters or the bizarre rules.
It’s Wen Xiaoshu.
Every time he acts weak, every trembling shiver, every cautious little “I don’t dare” is a performance for the whole world.
As the dungeon loops and restarts, fragments of memory fall away.
The more harmless he pretends to be, the more terrifying the thing beneath the act becomes.
One second, he’s huddled in a corner, eyes red with tears.
The next, he can overturn the rules and trample the entire dungeon underfoot.
Everyone thinks he’s the prey.
Only he knows the truth:
He’s the hunter.
“I’m tired of playing this dungeon.”
He speaks softly, but his eyes are cold as ice.
And the world trembles beneath his feet.
Good-looking 🥰🥰🥰 The setting is particularly novel, and it looks better as you go to the back 🥰🥰🥰