The First Toddler of the Infinite Flow

Three years ago, a game called Snake descended upon the world. Land became the wager, and humans were randomly selected as players. If they lost the game, the corresponding area would vanish from the real world. Three years later, more than half the world's land had been devoured. Humanity was gradually losing hope, and suicide rates were rising. To make matters worse, a little kid accidentally entered the newest round of the game. Soft-looking, weak, polite, and well-mannered. Against the brutal and cunning monsters, a kid like that would die a hundred times over. Humanity was on the verge of a breakdown. The game was even closer to ending in failure! * Ming Cheng, a recent graduate of a vocational kindergarten and the leader of the little monsters there, accidentally wandered into a horror game. Ming Cheng didn't understand the game and thought it was just a skills assessment at kindergarten. They followed the players to the most dangerous place of all: a cemetery. Outside the livestream, viewers were anxious and terrified. If this round ended in failure, millions would lose their homes and be forced to wander from place to place. But despite every precaution, the boss was still triggered. A twisted, folded humanoid figure crawled out of a grave. A mocking laugh sounded right by their ears. "I'm so lonely. Come down and keep me company..." As the players fell under its spell one after another, the viewers lost all hope. They watched in despair as the players walked toward their deaths, and watched in even greater despair as the little kid shouted that they wanted to help the lonely uncle and charged straight for the grave first Then they drove an excavator and shoveled the grave and the ghost two li away: "Uncle, there's another grave over here. You two can live together, and then you won't be lonely!" The boss, nearly cut in half: ??? * Later: [Baby, baby, my baby! My baby is such a cute little angel, always kindly helping the ghosts. Why do these ungrateful ghosts keep picking on our baby?!] Coming soon: Unclear Strength, Carries the Whole Team [Infinite] Bian Lu was a genius villain in a comic, unmatched in her prophetic abilities and talent for commanding the dead. But one day, she entered a suspense game. "New player, welcome to Paradise." "Checking talents..." "Recommending a class..." A row of words flickered before her eyes. Prophet, necromancer... then the selection stopped on two words. "Player has outstanding beauty and taunt stats. Recommended class: streamer." Bian Lu: "?" * During an S-rank Temple dungeon, the livestream of Long, a moderately famous streamer, surged into the top three in popularity. [What a lineup! The number twenty-three necromancer, the number seventeen merchant, and best of all, the number one grand prophet! This is a free win!] Sure enough, they made it through one close call after another, and the prophet used a prophecy to find the exit. Just as they were about to step through, a polite question came from behind them: "Is that the exit? Did you decide by tossing an eraser?" Everyone turned. It was a female player wearing a hood. The comments erupted in scorn: [She won't even show her face, and this newbie dares question the expert's prophecy??] [Does she even know what it means to be the number one prophet? Tossing an eraser??] No one believed her, and the newcomer said nothing more. But it turned out to be a trap. The expert was caught off guard, and everyone scattered. Only after the main necromancer went down did the comments explode again: [What the hell! Even the strongest one is about to die?!] [So the newbie was right?? Is she a prophet too?] [Even if she is, prophets are the squishiest class. At this difficulty, a newbie won't survive...] The next second, a face fairer than snow appeared among the shifting shadows of ghosts. The vicious specters, capable of tearing humans apart, froze in place and shattered. Her hood fell back. She lifted her limpid eyes and looked at the necromancer on the ground. "You... are better suited to picking up erasers for the prophet." The livestream fell deathly silent. * After the core members of the biggest guild came out of another dungeon, they learned that their guild was competing with the other seven major guilds to recruit a monstrous newcomer. But no matter how much they bombarded the newcomer with messages or groveled at their feet, they got no response. At first, the members suspected the stories were exaggerated. But after seeing half a photo of the newcomer, their attention immediately shifted to her looks. "Even if her strength is exaggerated, just looking at her is enough to purify the soul! We have to worship her!!" Hearing this, Di Mu cut them off coldly: "The guild doesn't need a pretty face." "Boss, you're so heartless." But in private, they kept chattering excitedly. It wasn't until some time later, when they encountered the mysterious newcomer in a dungeon, that they realized how shallow they'd been. They simply couldn't keep their attention on her looks alone. Only Di Mu remained inscrutable. Just as they were about to admire his self-control, Di Mu turned around, thoughtful. "When you said worship her, how exactly do you do that?" Theme: Make society better by lending a hand with the little things.