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

The porcelain cup was smooth and flawless. As soon as Bai Lixin fell in, his body slid down the smooth cup wall, spinning in circles on the flat bottom for a few rounds before wobbling to a stop. Stars appeared before his eyes.

These weren’t metaphorical stars, but literal, tangible stars.

Seeing the surreal stars spinning above his head, Bai Lixin truly felt like he had fallen into a two-dimensional fairy tale world.

Sitting in front of him was a man with a straight back. The man was slender, dressed in a well-fitted black and white tailcoat, and his face was painted with a comical clown mask. The paint was applied so thickly and exaggeratedly that it was impossible to discern his real features.

A large red-painted mouth extended down to his chin, the corners of his lips stretched back to his ears. Two black painted eyes formed crescent shapes, outlining an exaggerated smile. However, Bai Lixin found nothing amusing about this clown; instead, there was an eerie sense of intimidation.

The mask wore a wide grin, but the clown’s actual lips were tightly pressed together, showing no hint of a smile.

The eyes beneath the black painted smile held no humor, and only a numb gaze fixed on Bai Lixin inside the porcelain cup.

The clown wore white knitted gloves, one hand rhythmically tapping the table, while the other supported his cheek.

He looked down from above, staring at Bai Lixin as if observing an ant struggling in a pile of dirt.

Bai Lixin sat frozen in the cup for a moment. Seeing that the other person made no move, he grew bolder and began attempting to climb out of the porcelain cup.

The small porcelain cup was an enormous object to him now. Its smooth walls caused Bai Lixin to climb up and slide back down repeatedly.

The clown watched silently, neither stopping nor helping him.

The dark pupils reflected the young man’s repeated efforts to climb up and then fall, a monotonous cycle.

Just as the clown was about to lose interest, a glimmer of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

The tiny figure, who had been unable to climb out of the cup, suddenly began running madly inside it.

He ran with all his strength to the highest point of the cup wall he could reach, and before sliding down again, he quickly dashed to the highest point on the other side.

At first, the clown didn’t understand what the little fellow was trying to do.

Then he noticed the white porcelain cup starting to wobble.

It dawned on the clown that the tiny figure was trying to topple the cup with his body and escape.

The cup wobbled more and more, until it tilted to a 45-degree angle, teetering on the edge of tipping over. At that moment, the clown made a move.

The slender fingers in white gloves just gently pinched the handle of the white porcelain cup, and the shaky white porcelain cup immediately stopped shaking.

The little figure slid to the bottom of the cup, panting heavily, glaring at him with a pair of expressive eyes, as if silently cursing him for being shameless.

The effect the little figure had worked so hard to achieve was effortlessly undone with just a finger.

Looking at the handsome young man gasping for breath, the clown suddenly found it amusing.

He decided to reward this little fellow who had entertained him, so he picked up a cookie the little fellow had wanted from the edge of the table.

The clown removed his white glove, broke off a crumb the size of a grain of rice, and placed it on his fingertip, holding it out to the little figure.

The little figure was surprisingly bold. Unlike those creatures who would cry upon seeing him, this one only hesitated for two seconds when he extended his finger.

The clown watched with interest as the little fellow struggled to climb onto his fingertip.

The tiny hands were soft and warm, and the heat from the little figure’s palms spread out, slightly hot, and a bit ticklish.

The clown’s usually stiff lips involuntarily curved, though the change was barely noticeable beneath the exaggerated large mouth.

He watched as the little figure cupped the cookie crumb with both hands, stuffing it into his mouth bite by bite.

Then, the little figure began to grow on his fingertip. Because the change was so sudden, the clown subconsciously reached out his palm to catch him, preventing him from falling onto the hard, flat white wooden table.

The little figure grew to the size of his palm before stopping. He sat awkwardly in the clown’s palm, staring intently at the large piece of cookie on the table. His soft hair was slightly disheveled, and his white sweatshirt was casually lifted, revealing a section of his snow-white waistline.

The clown’s Adam’s apple moved involuntarily, and he reached out his other gloved hand to gently smooth the little figure’s hair, as if afraid of breaking this fragile little thing, yet wanting to straighten his messy hair.

The little figure seemed to dislike the touch, and he stretched out his arms to grab the clown’s finger.

As his arms stretched up, the sweatshirt was pulled higher, revealing more of the white skin.

The clown even caught a glimpse of some honey-colored skin.

He suddenly felt his throat go dry. Despite the glove, the contact with the little figure’s skin felt burning hot.

The clown withdrew his hand as if electrocuted, and placed the now palm-sized little figure back into the porcelain cup.

The porcelain cup was about the size of two palms, and was just enough to hold the little figure.

The eyes beneath the black painted smile gazed at the little figure inside the cup with confusion. The little figure wasn’t afraid of him. He didn’t flee; instead, he leaned against the cup wall obediently, meeting the clown’s gaze.

Those were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

In those dark pupils, stars twinkled like a deep, brilliant sea of stars, full of life.

He found himself deeply entranced, unable to pull away.

The clown’s throat was dry. He coughed lightly, squeezing out a few words from his throat, “Don’t look at me.”

The little figure didn’t fear him at all. Hearing his words, not only did he not avoid his gaze, but he also laughed arrogantly, “You can look at me, so why can’t I look at you?”

Thump!

The clown’s heart skipped a beat.

The little figure’s eyes were beautiful, and his smile was even more captivating. Even his voice was so pleasant.

His cheeks felt hot. He was sure his face had turned red. For the first time, he was grateful for the painted mask, as it hid his embarrassment from the little figure.

The clown’s gaze shifted away, “Then I won’t look at you, and you don’t look at me either.”

Bai Lixin raised a perfect eyebrow, “My eyes are on my face. I’ll look at whoever I want.”

The clown was momentarily speechless.

How arrogant. But why wasn’t he angry at all?

“My name is Bai Lixin,” the little figure spoke again, still in that dominant tone, “What’s your name?”

The clown thought for a moment, “I think I used to be a hatter, but something went wrong with me later, and I could only kill people instead of making hats. Everyone calls me Clown.”

“Clown, take me out of here.”

Another arrogant demand.

Yet the clown still couldn’t feel any anger. He almost blurted out “Okay.”

Reason finally won over instinct, and he forced the word “Okay” back down his throat, “Why should I listen to you?”

“Because you want to,” the young man in the cup adjusted to a more comfortable position, “Don’t you want to leave with me?”

The clown looked into those expressive eyes, feeling as though his soul was tied to a leash, with the other end in the young man’s hand.

He blurted out, “Okay.”

As soon as he said it, he quickly closed his mouth, as if regretting his impulsiveness.

The young man laughed, leisurely stood up in the cup and extended his hands towards the clown, “You take me, I take you, let’s go.”

Clown: “…”

‘Such sweet words, damn it, how does he know exactly what to say?!’

“And bring the cookie too, I’ll eat it later.”

Clown: “…”

‘Listen, even his commanding tone is so pleasant.’

The clown stuffed the palm-sized young man into his collar pocket, carefully wrapped the cookie in packaging paper, and then placed it into his waist pocket.

He straightened his hat, picked up the gentleman’s cane in front of the white dining table, and slowly walked to the elevator.

The 900th floor was still prominently displayed on the elevator.

Bai Lixin: “Go to the 300th floor.”

…

“Awuuu!”

“Roar!”

The 300th floor, the museum.

This was once the quietest place in the tower, but now it was filled with chaos.

Terrifying monsters constantly flew overhead, and on the ground, players and monsters were entangled in battle.

The exhibits in the museum were completely destroyed, and players were running and screaming everywhere.

“Bang!”

A gunshot rang out, and a butterfly-like monster fell heavily to the ground.

The monster’s wings drooped powerlessly, but its abdomen was still wriggling.

Xia Chi quickly ran forward, kicked the huge butterfly monster aside, and revealed the player trapped underneath.

The player was covered in sticky liquid, but the yellow sun and crown above his head still flashed brightly.

Xia Chi looked at the frightened, baby-faced boy. “Can you still stand?”

The boy’s legs were weak, but he tried hard to push himself up. “I can.”

In the distance, the sound of a monster’s corpse hitting the ground rang out loudly. The boy had just managed to stand when he saw this and his legs collapsed under him again.

The corpse was forcefully lifted and thrown aside, and from behind it walked a blood-soaked red-haired young man—Little Overlord.

His face was covered in blood, but none of it was his own; it belonged to the monsters.

Seeing the young man’s bloodthirsty smile, all the resolve Baby Face had just rebuilt crumbled instantly.

He sat paralyzed on the ground, full of despair. “I can’t run anymore. I’ve been running for two hours. Why does he keep chasing me? Isn’t he a player? Why does he want to kill me? Why is he scarier than the monsters?”

Little Overlord swung the meteor hammer in his hand, and even the crazy monsters didn’t dare to approach him.

He had been chasing Xia Chi and his queen all along, but in the process, he never ran once. He just walked leisurely, as if everything was under his control, as if he was sure of his victory.

He was a high-level hunter, merely toying with his prey before the kill.

Blood was oozing from the corner of Xia Chi’s mouth. He gritted his teeth with unwillingness and helped the completely despairing Baby Face up.

“You can’t give up!”

“You’re not just carrying your own life; you’re carrying over 2,800 lives! If you give up, we all die!”

Baby Face stared blankly at Xia Chi. “I don’t want to either… but I’m too scared. He keeps trying to kill me. He’s too strong, and we’re no match for him.”

Xia Chi slapped Baby Face hard across the face. “Snap out of it! We’ve been fighting monsters to protect you, and you’ve seen several people die because of it!”

“Get it together! Don’t think about anything, just keep going!”

“Stay alive! Stay alive! Stay alive! You have to stay alive!”

Half of Baby Face’s face was red, but his eyes were much clearer.

He looked at Xia Chi’s fierce face, gritted his teeth, and stood up again. “Alright, stay alive! I’ll stay alive!”

Baby Face turned and started running with all his might. When the monsters saw him, they all changed direction and charged toward him.

With a determined expression, Baby Face ran forward with all his strength.

Is the clown the person I’m thinking of?? (⁠ﾉﾟ⁠0ﾟ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠~