The Sickly Beauty Is a Little Unhinged [Infinite]

Ling Jue had just attended his own funeral when he was dragged into an infinite game. He still had his frail, decrepit body, looking like he could drop dead at any moment. But he could run and jump, which felt like a new lease on life to someone who had been bedridden since the age of six. Ling Jue wiped the blood he'd just coughed from the corner of his mouth and smiled brightly. "This game really is addictive." His teammates all shivered at the sight of his smile. This fragile-looking teammate was scarier than the monsters in the game. When he first entered the game, everyone thought that this sickly beauty, Ling Jue, wouldn't survive past the next episode. After all, dungeon monsters don't care about your looks. Later, everyone wanted to get on Ling Jue's good side. The vengeful spirits Ling Jue had cut to pieces with a single slash seethed with rage. "You could've cleared the level with your brains! Why are you so brutal?" Ling Jue wiped the blood he'd just coughed onto his blade. "I spent the first twenty-plus years tiring out my brain. Now I just want to use my body!" A figure slowly drew near in the darkness. The final boss stared intently at Ling Jue. "How do you want to use it? Want me to help?" Ling Jue: ??? I suspect you're making a dirty joke, and I have evidence! Reader's guide: 1. The bottom has a rather unusual way of thinking. Theme: Face life positively and live optimistically