On the night he learned he had only three months left to live, Xin Mo entered an infinite game.
The login screen was piled with all kinds of items: a blood-red wedding dress, a book without words, a yin-yang blade, an antique mirror... Players had to choose one item, and their choice would affect their personal skill.
Xin Mo hugged a big turtle in the corner.
System: ... You like turtles?
Xin Mo: I want to live as long as a turtle.
Xin Mo gained the skill [Fear Shield]
Skill Effect: Absorbs fear from the surroundings and creates all kinds of shields.
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At the start of the beginner instance, the residents were kind and amiable, and the scenery was beautiful and pleasant.
Other players were overjoyed: The beginner instances they had drawn weren't difficult!
Xin Mo stood alone, wearing a gloomy expression. Without any fear, how was he supposed to farm shields?
On the second day of the instance, a whale carcass exploded, filling the air with a stench. The Immortals brought out black potion, and residents mysteriously disappeared on a rainy night...
Panic spread, and his teammates were downcast.
Watching his shield grow thicker and thicker, Xin Mo broke into a smile that was entirely out of place...
Teammates: ??? There's something wrong with this guy.
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The name "Xin Mo" appeared again and again on the forums.
When nothing happened, Xin Mo was listless. When ghosts haunted the land and demons ran amok, his sanity points instead shot up rapidly.
He always challenged instances above his level, always chose the most dangerous mutated instances, and always broke into that eerie, spine-chilling smile while everyone else screamed and fled...
He was antisocial, a madman, a demon, a... Evil God!
Xin Mo: Huh? Me? I just wanted to farm a shield.
Theme: Sincerity can move even metal and stone.
