After the Full-Level Boss Entered the Infinite Game By Mistake

Chapter 596

Two hours later, Little Dinosaur was once again leaning weakly on the black and white down jacket.

Bai Lixin: [Any conclusions?]

Lin Jue: […]

The first time was too sudden to react, but after the second attempt, Lin Jue came to a conclusion.

In the first stage of the [Goose Feather Mountain] copy, it seemed that anything related to fire was prohibited.

Fire abilities, torches, matches, and starting a fire by friction were all banned, though the system didn’t explicitly state this.

The most advantageous skill had become useless.

This setting, where using fire would lead to exhaustion, was unexpected yet reasonable, fitting well with everyone’s understanding of the horror game.

This damned game was still as inhumane as ever.

By this time, it was already six in the evening. As the sun set, the land gradually became shrouded in darkness.

The snow that had been falling all day stopped at this time, and the wind was like a child who was tired of crying, and temporarily took a break.

At dusk, the temperature actually rose by one degree.

The wind and snow stopped, and the sudden silence after constant noise amplified the faintest sounds.

“Creak.”

“Creak.”

“Creak.”

It was the sound of footsteps in the snow.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a blurry black shadow slowly approaching from the dark end of the snowfield.

“Someone is coming this way.”

The player in the black and red down jacket seemed to have fixed his eyes on Bai Lixin. When he saw Bai Lixin support Lin Jue to a corner earlier, he followed.

Hearing these footsteps, he leaned close to Bai Lixin’s ear and whispered.

Without the interference of the wind and snow, the voice of the black and white down jacket became much clearer.

Only now did Bai Lixin realize that the voice of the black and white down jacket was rather deep, indicating that he wasn’t very young.

Through the private chat with Lin Jue, he knew that Lin Jue had come with a group of people.

Along the way, this group had no exchanges and no one in the team had fallen behind, so they reached the vicinity of the safe house safely.

The footsteps grew louder, and the outline of the shadow became clearer.

It was not a single entity but six people supporting each other.

They were wearing down jackets similar to the players and walked wearily in the snow, leaving a long black line behind them.

Someone at the scene gasped, “They are injured.”

Yes, these six people were injured.

The black line behind them was not footprints in the snow but a long trail of blood.

Lin Jue tried to stand up, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he collapsed back onto Bai Lixin weakly.

The six people supported each other and staggered to the vicinity of the safe house. Upon seeing the many players, they finally lost their last bit of strength and collapsed one by one. One of them struggled to remove his mask and shouted hoarsely, “Help!”

This shout seemed to have drained all the man’s energy. He instantly lost strength, collapsing heavily into the snow with a “thud.”

“Quick, help them!”

Someone shouted, and the surrounding players swarmed toward the six people.

Bai Lixin did not rush forward but silently counted the number of people present.

In the past two hours, 15 more people had arrived near the safe house. Including the 20 people inside and the 57 people outside, there were now a total of 92 people.

At the start of the game, the system had announced the death of four players. Including these four dead players, the total number had reached 96.

The maximum number of players in this copy was 100 players. Even if more players arrived at the safe house, the number should be not more than four.

But now six people had arrived.

In total, there were 102 people, two more than the limit.

Bai Lixin helped “Lin Daiyu” stand up and moved into the crowd.

So these six were NPCs here to trigger a plot?

Bai Lixin’s gaze swept over the seventy or so people outside the safe house.

Another possibility was that these six were all players, meaning there were other entities among the seventy or so people outside the safe house.

Perhaps NPCs, or perhaps monsters disguised as NPCs.

Because they shared the same survival environment and faced the same destiny, the players this time didn’t seem as cold as at the beginning.

Most of the players were very concerned about the condition of these six people.

Some might genuinely care.

Some were concerned about what had attacked them.

After all, it was related to their own safety.

The six people were surrounded.

The players inside the circle hurriedly turned them face-up.

The man who had removed his mask was pale, his lips devoid of color, and he looked extremely weak.

“Let me, my skill is restoration.” Someone in the back shouted, and the crowd made way for the player with the little yellow duck on his back. Under everyone’s gaze, he walked into the circle.

Kneeling on one knee in the snow, he removed his gloves and placed his hands on the unconscious man’s face.

A ball of green light appeared in the little yellow duck’s hands. Covered by the green light, the man’s face gradually regained color, and his lips became rosy.

The surroundings were very quiet, with only the rustling sound of clothes breaking the silence.

Three minutes later, the little yellow duck retracted the green light and put his gloves back on.

He supported himself on the ground with both hands, his chest heaving violently, and spoke weakly.

“He was too badly injured. Healing him consumed too much of my strength. I need to rest for a bit.”

After a pause, he added, “Using skills in this snowfield drains more energy than usual. At my peak, I could heal ten dying people at once. Now, just saving him has exhausted me.”

The little yellow duck plopped down on the ground, “I can’t do it anymore. Is there anyone else who can heal? Please, treat the others.”

His words were met with silence.

The man who had just been saved lay on the ground. He groaned softly and his eyelashes moved as if he was about to wake up.

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In the live broadcast room

[Healing skill! It’s actually a healing skill, and at his peak, he could heal ten dying people at once? How come I’ve never heard of such a person? That doesn’t make sense.]

[Yeah, I’ve never seen this kind of healing skill either! In my impression, the only player with powerful healing skills is Liang Xi. So where did this expert come from?]

[I’ve heard a rumor among players that there’s a “pharmacist” in the Shentian Guild whose healing skills are like Hua Tuo reincarnated, and can bring people back from the brink of death.]

[How come I’ve never heard of such a powerful player?]

[But the rumor also says that this player died in a copy. If this little yellow duck is really that person, then the news of his death must have been a false rumor.]

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A painful groan came from the center of the crowd. The man who had just been healed by the little yellow duck furrowed his brows, as if having a nightmare. He suddenly sat up from the ground, gasping for breath, his pupils contracting and trembling violently. He waved his arms frantically in the air, babbling, “Run! Run!”

Someone beside him supported his wavering body and said, “Hey, calm down. Take a good look at where you are.”

The man looked around blankly, his dazed gaze sweeping over the crowd bit by bit.

He asked tentatively, “Have we reached the safe house?”

“Of course.” The person supporting him pointed to the little yellow duck in front, “He saved you. You fainted after shouting ‘help’ when you first arrived.”

The man’s chest heaved violently. The fear on his face gradually faded, but the wariness in his eyes did not diminish.

As if remembering something, he suddenly looked to his side, “What about the others? Have they been treated?”

The little yellow duck felt a little ashamed, “Sorry, my strength is limited. I could only save one person. I need to recover before I can save another.”

Just as he finished speaking, everyone’s ears were filled with the system’s cold, electric sound.

[Ding! Player death X5. Current remaining players: 91.]

[The cold night is approaching. Players, please prepare for your first night on Goose Feather Mountain.]

[I wish all players a pleasant game.]

A single stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The system’s announcement had not yet faded from their minds when the crowd erupted.

Including the man who had just been revived, everyone hurried to check for signs of life of the remaining five people on the ground.

With each check, their hearts sank further.

These five people, who had walked here supporting each other a few minutes ago, had all stopped breathing.

Someone removed their hats and masks, revealing several pale faces.

All six had varying degrees of injury, but the man who had been saved had the shallowest wounds.

“What happened on your way here?” The high-level players quickly calmed down and questioned the sole survivor, wasting no time on sorrow or regret.

The man’s face was a mix of bruises and his face was pale. He looked at the five corpses on the ground, his eyes flashing with fear.

“Is there hot water? My face is a bit stiff.” He took a deep breath, put his mask and goggles back on. He huddled with his arms around his body and shivered. “So cold, so cold. Why does it suddenly feel so cold?”

The players, whose attention was all focused on the “five player deaths”, were momentarily stunned. After being reminded by the man, they quickly realized the seriousness of the issue.

The temperature in the system’s upper right corner had changed.

It had been -40 degrees Celsius. But after the system announced “the cold night is approaching,” the temperature began to plummet.

In just a few minutes, it had dropped to -45 degrees Celsius.

Even more terrifying, the temperature showed no signs of stopping, continuing to fall.

-45, -45.5, -46, -47….

As the temperature dropped, everyone felt an unprecedented cold.

It was a chill that down jackets couldn’t block, an icy sensation like needles piercing from all directions, seeping into their bodies, omnipresent and relentless.

Their scalps tingled, ears went numb, and every breath felt like inhaling ice shards into their chests.

Their lips went numb, and even speaking caused their teeth to chatter. They could bite their lips till they bled without feeling any pain.

Their limbs began to stiffen with cold.

So cold, so cold, so cold, it was unbearably cold.

Was this the cold night of Goose Feather Mountain?

Was the system trying to freeze them to death?

“Everyone, listen to me!” Someone shouted from the crowd, “Humans are biological creatures. In the cold, we huddle for warmth. We can try this! Three layers inside and three layers outside, we huddle together. Maybe we can get through this!”

Someone in the crowd responded, “Good idea, but who will be on the outside?”

The players murmured among themselves.

The closer to the center, the safer it was. The nearer to the outside, the greater the risk of facing the icy cold.

In the face of this selfish and terrifying game, who would be willing to be on the outermost layer?

“We can take turns!”

The first voice shouted again, and Bai Lixin recognized it as the player in the green down jacket who first organized their team.

“It’s not that the outer circle stays outside the whole time. It’s only six in the evening now, and there are still more than ten hours until morning. We can rotate every two hours. This way, it’s fair to everyone. You just need to hold on for two hours!”

There was another bout of murmuring among the players.

“Do we have to do this? Maybe there are other ways. Like finding a nearby cave, or maybe there are tents or something else to keep us warm. Or we could build an igloo like the indigenous people in cold regions.”

“Do you think we have time to build an igloo now?!” The player in the green down jacket spoke faster and sounded a bit angry, “This place is freezing cold, but have you seen any glaciers since we got here? Where can we find ice blocks? How big of a house do we need to build to withstand the wind and snow?”

“Even if there were something to keep warm, do you think a thin tent would be more useful than a wall of people?”

“If there really were something to keep warm, it would be better to give it to the players on the outer circle to use. At least that way, we all have a better chance of surviving!”

The players fell silent.

The temperature dropped a few more degrees, reaching -50 degrees Celsius.

At -50 degrees, even these battle-hardened players wouldn’t last long.

And it looked like it was still dropping.

The player in the green down jacket made the final decision, “If you agree with my suggestion, come gather around me.”

In the crowd, a green arm raised a hiking stick high, “Hurry up, or we’ll all freeze to death.”

It was so cold that the moment they saw that raised arm, everyone moved closer to the center without hesitation.

Only a few people remained standing still, pondering something.

Bai Lixin also helped Lin Jue walk over.

From the current situation, the suggestion from the player in the green down jacket seemed the best.

Leaving and looking around didn’t mean there was no chance of survival, but it did mean greater danger.

Starting from their initial group of six, two people died when they got separated. Then these six stumbled here, only to die in front of the other players.

All these events showed that besides the severe cold, there were also hidden dangers on Goose Feather Mountain.

Going out to seek opportunities meant encountering such dangers.

Out of six people, five died. Considering the players who could enter the S+ copy were all super players above the 800th or 900th floor. To kill five such high-level players simultaneously, one could only imagine how dangerous that thing was.

Going out meant unknown fear of death plus the severe cold.

Staying here meant not much of that unknown fear of death.

It wasn’t absolutely safe here either. Bai Lixin could guess what most players were thinking.

Probably “If we die, we die together”, “At least someone will die before me”, “If monsters attack, there’s strength in numbers”, “Even if we can’t fight back, we can use others as cover to escape,” and so on.

Finally, the hesitant ones also came over.

But they were too slow, leaving them only the outermost positions.

One player in the outer circle was unwilling.

“Just because I ran slower and came later, I have to stay on the outside? That’s not fair.”

“Where in the world is there so much fairness? The temperature is still high now. Don’t get cheap and act virtuous. When it gets colder, you can move to the inner circle. So who’s really being unfair?”

Someone said this, and the crowd fell silent.

The human wall formed a circle against the wooden house, and formed about five layers deep inside and out.

There were thirty people on the outermost circle, and the number decreased layer by layer inward.

The players tacitly placed the man who had just been saved in the innermost circle. They needed him alive to find out what he had encountered.

Time passed bit by bit.

The rapidly falling temperature stopped.

The temperature now stabilized at -55 degrees.

The method of the player in the green down jacket was indeed effective. They stood in the cold, ice needles piercing from all directions.

Everyone huddled together for warmth. Even though they were still cold, they drew warmth from each other’s bodies.

The down jackets gradually heated up from the pushing and rubbing.

If the temperature on the outside was -55 degrees, the inside was around -45 degrees.

The sky turned completely black, and only a bit of light from the wooden house provided some illumination.

Someone in the crowded group whispered, “I wonder how warm it is inside. I really want to go in.”

Another voice in the crowd said, “It’s now 8 PM. We entered the copy at 10 AM. Someone should be coming out soon.”

This caused a stir in the previously quiet crowd.

Lin Jue: [Someone is stirring up the players’ emotions. Something unclean has infiltrated us.]

Bai Lixin: [I know. The number is wrong. We have two more people.]

Lin Jue: [Then be bold. There might be more than two unclean things. Who can say for sure that all the players, except those who died, have come here?]

Bai Lixin: […]

Inside the safe house, an inconspicuous player began to pace nervously in the corner.

He occasionally looked out at the huddled players through the window and then paced back and forth in the hall.

This player was young, slightly chubby, with black-framed glasses. He looked only about twenty years old.

Xia Chi walked over to the player and patted his shoulder, “Buddy, why are you so anxious?”

The player with black-framed glasses was so frightened that his shoulders shook. He gulped nervously, “Aren’t you worried that we’re about to go outside?”

Xia Chi blinked, “What good does worrying do? Will worrying make us not go outside?”

The player with black-framed glasses was momentarily speechless. “…You have a point. But judging by your calm demeanor, it seems like you’re still a long way from going outside. When you’re close to the time limit like me, you won’t say things like this.”

Xia Chi: “How much longer do you have before you go out?”

The black-framed glasses player glanced outside in a panic, hurriedly put on a thick down jacket, goggles, and gloves, and wrapped himself up tightly. “I have ten minutes left. I’m the first occupant of the safe house.”

“When I first joined this copy, I didn’t react in time. I opened my eyes and found myself right near the safe house and thought Lady Luck was finally on my side. But it turns out I’m the unlucky one.”

Xia Chi reassured him, “In the end, it will be yours. Leaving is only temporary. Maybe you’ll be able to return to the safe house soon.”

The black-framed glasses player forced a bitter smile, “It’s not as easy as you say. I might have another chance in the future, but not this time, unless…”

He paused, and gritted his teeth, “Unless I don’t leave.”

“Brother, fortune favors the brave,” another young man with pink hair appeared by their side at some point.

Not only was his hair pink, but his entire outfit was also very girly. He was wearing a pink sweatshirt and pink pants. From a distance, he looked like a walking peach blossom.

Xia Chi examined the young man silently. He was quite handsome, with long and thick pink eyelashes that resembled two small fans.

His features were as delicate as a Barbie doll displayed in a shop window, with every part exuding precision.

Xia Chi looked a little longer.

The more he looked, the more off it seemed.

The young man was indeed good-looking, but he also seemed weird. Although the facial features were delicate and beautiful, they looked unnatural, like some side effect of plastic surgery.

The young man’s pale, boneless fingers gently rested on the shoulder of the black-framed glasses player, and he murmured softly, “Why don’t you try staying? Perhaps you are the chosen one who has refreshed the time limit for the safe house.”

The player with black-framed glasses trembled slightly, “But how could I be so lucky?”

The pink-haired young man: “So you’re willing to give you this comfortable spot? Who’s the lucky person that’ll get to take over your hard-earned position?”

“When it was warm outside, you occupied this spot. Now the temperature outside has dropped to -55 degrees Celsius. Do you really think you can survive if you go out now? The temperature inside here is so warm even without my down jacket. Though I don’t know the exact temperature, it’s definitely around 20 degrees. Suddenly going from 20 degrees to -55 degrees outside, do you really think you can survive tonight?”

Xia Chi frowned and looked at the pink-haired young man sharply, “Hey, shut up. Don’t deceive him.”

The pink-haired young man smiled lightly, exuding a captivating charm, “You think I’m deceiving him? I’m only doing this for his own good. I don’t want to see him sacrifice himself in vain.”

The player with black-framed glasses looked through his goggles at the pink-haired young man and said, “You’re right. You’re not deceiving me, you’re doing this for my benefit.”

Xia Chi’s frown deepened, “Hey, are you crazy? If you go outside and huddle with the crowd, you won’t die!”

The pink-haired young man pointed outside with his pale fingers, “Who said you won’t die? Look outside; someone has already collapsed. Tsk tsk, so pitiful. They’re probably not going to make it.”

The three looked outside the window at the same time.

One player in the outer circle had collapsed on the ground and was not moving.

The player with black-framed glasses clenched his fists, “I’ve made up my mind. I’m staying. Fortune favors the brave!”

Xia Chi: “…”