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1. 251 颜 The Paint Is Still Wet: My Artwork Is Devouring Reality 颜料未干：我的画正在吞噬现实 Neither Black nor White, Just Ink非白即墨Mystery272k WordsCompleted [Urban + Infinite Flow + A Touch of Lovecraftian Horror + Games + No Female Lead] Which is the true color of this world: his paints or his blood? Meteors streak across the sky screen, his brush soaks up paint, and the blood of reality is about to run dry. An inconspicuous white stone falls onto a terrace, revealing a brutal world known as the “Game Arena.” A death notice boasting a 96.7% mortality rate sends a chill through the air. Countless people scream, countless people sing, The gifts of th —Reads7.4Score—14d adds

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   Weird, thrilling, infinite flow, Cthulhu, no romance, no female lead, superpowers, high intelligence, political intrigue. It's okay to stay up late for fun, but I'm just too sleepy. So Qin Anyang lazily yawned and slumped onto the table. "Second Brother." "Hmm—" Qin Gengnian reached for the pen beside Qin Anyang, but Qin Anyang stopped slumping and pulled a pencil from his bag, handing it to him. Qin Gengnian didn't mind. "I'm so handsome, of course I have to draw well. How can such a small cartoon show my handsomeness?" Qin Anyang checked the time, finished the last sip of his juice, and said, "I have class tomorrow, I'm leaving now, goodbye Muggle." Qin Gengnian looked up at him, paused, and said, "Goodbye Muggle." The two looked at each other and laughed simultaneously. They said goodbye again, Qin Anyang bought Qin Gengnian a juice, and then left. Qin Gengnian watched Qin Anyang leave, glancing at the motorcycle outside through the huge French windows. "Looks like he's become a player too!" After all, if he weren't a player, he'd be out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. Qin Anyang stretched and swayed as he walked, his curly hair bobbing. He thought to himself, "Before the game starts, I should quickly gather some intelligence." "Professor." A voice came from behind. Qin Anyang turned around to see a round-faced girl looking at him with some surprise. "Hey, hello there. But how many times have I told you, call me Mr. Qin outside of school?" Qin Anyang put on a serious expression. Students are energetic, and Qin Anyang especially liked teasing children, even though he was only in his early twenties. The girl couldn't help but laugh, her eyes crinkling, and she readily agreed. "Okay, Mr. Qin." "Hurry back! School starts tomorrow." "Okay." They reached a fork in the road. The girl walked to the left. Qin Anyang took out his phone and looked at the map. "Left? Then I'll go right, but it seems like a longer route. Never mind." "The night is quiet, the wind is howling, the house grows, spider food. Red tears, silver disaster…" Half of an advertisement with a one-eyed cat on it flew out of her pocket and disappeared with the wind. The words "Gallery Grand Opening" could be vaguely seen on the advertisement. Qin Anyang looked to the left. Black filled the entire road. The sound of the nursery rhyme faded into the distance, gradually swallowed by the darkness. "May you be safe!" Qin Anyang said with a smile. The dilapidated stone walls were already covered with moss. The moss peeled away little by little, outlining a beautiful eye. The eye curved happily as she watched the departing figure… Qin Anyang lowered his head, looked at the map, and walked to the right. Three minutes later, in front of the security office of the well-ventilated residential area, Qin Anyang saw it from afar. A pale yellow light hung low, illuminating a bright square embedded in the black background, its lower part swallowed up, while the upper part resembled an eye, gazing forward. A person stood in front, their silhouette faintly outlined. Qin Anyang felt the person looked familiar, but unsure, he walked a little further and confirmed it was the round-faced girl. Qin Anyang paused, realizing it was her— He then saw several figures moving around in the residential area. Qin Anyang decisively turned and walked to a nearby flowerbed, standing on it. With his excellent eyesight, he quickly found his target. Qin Anyang pulled out his tablet and quickly drew a brown bear mascot costume. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something, "Image, image, this isn't drawing." Qin Anyang calmly put away his tablet and walked to a secluded corner. He began a new idea, finding a picture of a bear mascot costume online. With a thought, he gradually brought the costume to life. He felt his "supernatural power" draining more than before. Was it because it was greater? Or because this wasn't his drawing? Qin Anyang suppressed his questions and surveyed his surroundings. He felt incredibly lucky to have found such a "feng shui treasure trove." In his years of experience, this was definitely the best spot in the neighborhood to scale the wall. Look at that tree branch extending over the wall—how perfect! The perfect vantage point! Perfect! After confirming that no one was around and there were no security cameras, Qin Anyang quickly changed into his mascot costume. His short, stubby bear paws struggled to climb the branches of a nearby tree, then laboriously scaled the wall. When Qin Anyang reached the wall, he wasn't paying attention and fell forward. Luckily, the wall wasn't high, so Qin Anyang wasn't seriously injured. He paused for a moment, then quickly surveyed his surroundings. Nearby was a patchwork of old and new greenery, with fallen leaves piled up in the passageway—rotten, fresh, a faint stench of decay. A streetlamp stood by, its half-dead filament straining to emit a faint red light, dim and on the verge of death. A building in the distance stood silently. "Clang—clang—" A crisp sound rang out. "Ding—Game arena open. Game arena loading, five minutes countdown, please enter as soon as possible." The cold notification echoed throughout the neighborhood. The tiles on the distant building fell away, revealing the scene behind it. A ghostly green light appeared—one eye, two eyes, three eyes… tiny specks of green light, densely packed together. When Qin Anyang stared for more than three seconds, all the green pupils suddenly flipped, revealing bloodshot, pale whites. A murky liquid seeped from the wall, forming the words in blood: [He is watching] The eyes closed, and the green light—disappeared. Qin Anyang broke out in a cold sweat. "Who is He?" This thought suddenly occurred to him. Calming himself, he observed his surroundings again. A small protrusion in the distance piqued his curiosity. Qin Anyang quietly moved closer. In the dim light, he could see it was a finger. Qin Anyang reached out and touched the finger. He wasn't particularly scared. One of his senior classmates had bought a house abroad specifically to store corpses for his creative purposes. Opening the door to that house, the smell of formaldehyde mixed with the stench of decay could suffocate a person. However, he had heard that his senior classmate was now a mortician. Pulling his thoughts back, Qin Anyang gathered some leaves and covered the finger. As for seeing a corpse now, it was probably normal. After all, it was a game theater; perhaps it was just to add a bit of horror? Who knows? "Time's up. Game objective—buzz—disorder—buzz—super-powerful combatant detected entering the game arena. Objective changed. Objective: Kill eight monsters (B-rank) or survive until dawn (7 hours and 23 minutes until dawn)." Time: Half a minute ago Location: Entrance of Fengfu Residential Area Characters: Qin Gengnian (crossed out) The most handsome Qin Gengnian in the universe (Note: Qin Gengnian changed.) Several unimportant supporting characters such as passersby. Qin Gengnian placed a card on a machine. "Beep—Respect for the Elderly Card." Qin Gengnian was about to walk in when the person next to him hesitated and stopped him. "Sir—." Qin Gengnian wasn't angry about being interrupted. He said to the person, "Want to try again?" He seemed unusually easy to talk to. He took out another card. "Beep—Love Card." "Sigh, I'm such a good person." Qin Gengnian took back the Love Card and sighed, shaking his head. "Sir—" The person reached out his hand again. Seeing the man's veins throbbing, Qin Gengnian's expression turned helpless. "Alright, alright, I'll put in a coin." Qin Gengnian flipped his wrist, producing a special coin. "Greedy guy." "Click—" The man's fist clenched white. Qin Gengnian tossed the coin into a black box, and this time no one stopped him. He stepped over the turnstile, which exploded with a bang. The flying fragments eerily paused in mid-air before Qin Gengnian, each fragment reflecting the same person—he was smiling. Qin Gengnian plucked a rose and sniffed it. As the petals fell, they turned into arrows of ash, pointing directly at the hiding place of the brown bear doll. Faintly, the thorns of the rose shimmered with blue code... PS: Everyone, please add this book to your bookshelf. The data for this book is just too dismal. Because the data on the bookshelf is just too dismal, it's like this book didn't even get a chance to appear on the first show; the system hasn't been pushing any traffic. Please.

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