The Pitiful One Is a Scumbag in Infinite-Flow Stories

Shen Xing was dragged into an infinite-flow world.

When he woke up, he had lost all his memories. He only knew one thing: he... he was a scumbag...

[Beginner Instance] The Room with a Hidden Body

He sat on the bed in his room, his body rigid and his face deathly pale.

Under his bed was the body of his best friend: freshly dead, killed by him, his only friend.

After going numb, breaking down, and panicking, he stumbled out of the room and went to the police station to turn himself in. But when the police arrived, they found nothing.

He could only continue living in the room, trembling with fear, then stare wide-eyed as the rotting corpse crawled out from under the bed and drew closer and closer.

[Instance?] The Captive Monster

In the dark, foul-smelling basement, there was someone he had imprisoned. The poor person had already begun to reek of decay, with patches of dead flesh rotting down to the bone.

Trembling, he wanted to take the person to the hospital for treatment, then turn himself in. But his pupils contracted as he saw a tentacle emerge from the person's body. Taking them to the hospital would only get them sent off for dissection and research.

All he could do was care for the increasingly monstrous person day after day, his body shaking with fear, hoping they would gradually get better.

[Instance?] Killing Over and Over

He didn't know how it had happened. He had only given his friend a gentle push, and his friend had hit the corner of the table and died.

After calling the police proved useless, he could only pick up a shovel and, trembling with fear, dig a hole to bury his friend.

Still stunned, he hadn't recovered when, a few days later, his "friend" appeared again.

Terrified, confused, yet still hopeful, he watched his returned "friend," hoping what had happened before was only a nightmare.

But... his "friend" soon died in front of him again.

He could only pick up the shovel once more and bury his friend. Gradually, the number of friends he buried grew and grew.

It's about a sweet, innocent little sweetheart becoming a scumbag in an infinite-flow world, then trembling with fear as he tries to take responsibility.

Sweet little sweetheart bottom × dissociative infinite-flow BOSS top

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He's an exhausted office worker who drags himself back to his rented apartment at ten every night.

"Splash, splash." Water flowed from the faucet over the sink, and he cupped his hands to wash his face.

Something rustled beneath the sink. After washing his face, he bent down to look. Oh, it was his boyfriend.

His boyfriend loved clinging to him.

A hand reached out of the mirror to pass him toothpaste, then watched him leave the house from inside the mirror;

He waited with him at the bus stop, then watched him board from the shelter;

He stood up from the very back of the bus to give him his seat, then watched him get off;

He greeted him while standing on his head in front of the office building, then watched him go inside;

He kissed him as passionately as he pleased in the company's empty records room, then walked him out.

Until a psychiatrist sat down across from him.

"Let's consider a possibility."

"For example, what if your boyfriend has already died?"

"For example, what if you don't have a boyfriend at all?"

His boyfriend crawled up from all over the world to find him.

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What was it that crawled up to find him?

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