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In the smaller circles, there were several beasts from Pandora’s planet. All their bright eyes were fixed in the same direction, without prior agreement, glued to his face and Bridget George.
On the fourth throne, the Emperor frowned: “Bridget looking for a successor?”
The beautiful mermaid, No. 7, said with a worried look, “I think he really wants to kill.”
The white-haired man, No. 6, dressed like a vampire count, smiled and said, “The dry wolf finally discovered the pleasure of enjoying human flesh. Oh, what a beautiful man. That wolf has good taste. What should I do? I want a piece, too!”
Teacher Yin Yang, No. 5, woke up from a heated conversation, wiped his drool from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and blinked: “Did you eat? Is it time to eat?”
In the air, the small circles also began to stir.
Below, the outer corner of Phedra Henry’s eye was rubbed red, and tears welled up, making him look pitiful.
Bridget looked at him indifferently. “Lying in front of me? You’re not qualified.”
Phedra Henry glanced silently at Amaya Yuki, saw that she wasn’t reacting, and realized Bridget must have used some kind of soundproof equipment.
Bridget didn’t get an answer. He stretched his index finger along the outline of Phedra Henry’s face, from his jaw to his collarbone. His other hand rested on Phedra Henry’s hip, lifting his waist as easily as candy, pulling him close.
Phedra Henry tried to lean back to increase the distance, but because his back was pressed down, the more he struggled, the more his body was pressed against Bridget’s chest. Bridget lifted him up, so they were face to face, his feet unable to touch the ground, suspended in the air.
The beautiful emerald eyes were right in front of him, and the extreme proximity made Phedra Henry feel as if he was being drawn in.
“The first round hasn’t even started yet. I wonder what you did?”
The already low tone was full of malice, giving a sense of danger, like a cold blade pressing against his back.
“Relying on this face?”
Phedra Henry couldn’t understand what he meant, couldn’t stand his smile, and shut his eyes tightly before opening them again: “What did I do?”
Bridget didn’t answer.
You’re insane…
Phedra Henry pursed his lips and clenched his fists. He glanced at Amaya Yuki, she certainly couldn’t hear their conversation. Bridget growled, “Let, go, of, me.”
The werewolf was stunned.
Phedra spoke again: “Didn’t you hear me, or are you deaf, you bastard?”
Bridget squinted, pausing for a few seconds.
Phedra Henry immediately took the opportunity to break free and stepped back to keep his distance.
Bridget’s hands remained in the air, but he didn’t seem angry.
Bridget naturally retracted his hand, looking at him with a deep smile: “Looks like the game won’t be boring from now on.”
Phedra Henry gritted his teeth, thinking, “The most boring one here is you, lunatic.”
Meanwhile, he didn’t notice that as he said the last words, the emerald pupil in Bridget’s eye briefly turned dark purple.
The moment was so short, it appeared in a blink and vanished. When Phedra Henry looked up, he was met with deep emerald eyes that seemed to capture his soul.
“See you again, Angry Applicant.” Bridget said this without caring about Phedra Henry’s dazed face, her long, slender legs carrying her to the center circle.
Bridget George strode indifferently to the front row, stopping in front of the No.1 seat.
Now, he finally understood why Beatrix Henry called the werewolf “Bridget the Great George.”
Not just because he was Pandora’s famous werewolf prince, but because he was also No.1 in the world.
Bridget sat down leisurely in the chair, her long, narrow eyes contemplating him.
Phedra Henry slowly looked up from below.
Prince Bridget George wore a blue-gray military uniform, with a hawk badge spreading its wings on his shoulder. The falcon, cast from pure gold, shone brilliantly when the light hit it.
Bridget George leaned back in the chair, her neck tilted slightly: “Huh?”
He was a strikingly attractive werewolf, like a poisonous rose.
A gorgeous flower that draws others to possess it, unaware of the deadly thorns surrounding it, one careless touch, and life is lost. Those emerald pupils were beautiful, like the rarest jewels in the galaxy, more precious than any gem Phedra Henry had ever seen in the capital.
The emerald eyes, the white fur, the untouchable pride.
One side of the prince’s mouth curled slightly upward as he rested his chin on his hand, gazing across the hall: “It’s time.”
At that moment, countless large screens appeared above everyone’s heads.
[Time’s up.]
[Player, please choose: Judge on the right or Judge on the left.]
Suddenly, everyone’s legs seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force, moving on their own.
Most of the crowd drifted to the left, and only one person went to the right.
The right side held only one man, in his thirties. The panic-stricken man looked around at the crowd, then quickly rushed to the left, shaking with fear and shouting, “I, I clicked by mistake! Who else accidentally chose ‘Judged’?”
No one answered.
The screen remained fixed on the notification.
But before the man could panic for long, a fat white rabbit appeared out of nowhere.
It floated in front of the shouting man at the edge of the hall, repeating, “Infinite World! Infinite World! Infinite World!” three times.
And then, a loud snap.
Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering the faces of those standing closest.
The crowd stood there, unable to process what had happened. After the final “Infinite World,” a scream was abruptly cut off. The man’s head exploded, and blood and flesh splattered across the ground.
Someone, seeing the pool of blood, screamed in horror at the sight of the white rabbit’s head mixed in the gore, their eyes rolling back as they fainted.
Amidst the panic, some people vomited. “Ugh… oh my god…”
“What just happened?”
“Murder! Murder! Murder!”
“Let me out! I want to go home!”
“Police! Call the police! Ugh…!”
Bridget George’s face remained indifferent, as if nothing about the scene was worth fearing.
Beatrix Henry, like Bridget, only raised his eyebrows slightly, showing no response, he seemed used to this sort of thing.
Phedra Henry’s face was pale.
Although he didn’t scream or vomit like the others, his hands and feet were icy and sweat ran down his back.
Witnessing such a death in person was terrifying and cruel; if he said he wasn’t scared, it would be a lie.
Amaya Yuki, standing next to him, was nearly paralyzed with fear, hugging herself. “What kind of game is this?”
Her hands and feet shook as she cried, “A game? Why does it feel so real? Is this virtual reality? Uncle, is he really dead, or is it just a game effect?”
The calm girl he first met was gone; faced with such a horrifying and b****y scene, no one could control their fear.
Phedra Henry didn’t know how to answer, so he just let her cling tightly to his arm.
The fat, white rabbit wagged its tail, giggling as it floated through the air.
Its eyes, red as beans, looked down at the crowd below and said, “Hello, I’m the representative of the host system. I will now explain the rules of the game to all players again.”
The hall was still noisy, like a beehive.
The ball of fur floated down in front of someone who was running around, clutching their head.
An hour later, not only their head but their entire body burst open.
The blood and flesh splattered everywhere, turning the surrounding people green with fright.
The grumpy rabbit said, “Anyone who keeps causing chaos will be punished like that.”
Instantly, the hall fell silent.
The crowd listened, holding their breath.
Some were still so terrified that they covered their mouths with their hands to avoid making any noise.
The satisfied rabbit looked at everyone, seeing their fear: “That’s better. That’s good.”
It patiently repeated the mechanical greeting, “Hello, I am the representative of the host system. I will now explain the rules of the game to all players again.”
“Welcome to INFINITE WORLD: Purify Game,” it giggled.
- Writer
