Chapter 4: The Monster
Suning Long’s conclusion was that everything seemed close to reality, yet bore traces of simulation.
It felt as if stepping into some kind of spiritual realm—looking real, but containing falsehood.
What should have been a ten-second walk took her three or four minutes.
The child clutching a plate also sensed something was off. “Sister, is this the monster’s house?”
“I don’t know,” Suning Long replied coldly. “It’s my first time here too.”
“Oh, right!” The child fell silent, his determination to find food faltering. He stuck close behind Suning Long, afraid she might leave him behind.
Arriving at the head of the long table, their eyes were immediately drawn to a “spectacle.”
At the main seat was a chair dazzling with gold and jewels.
Seated there was a large, corpulent man wearing a crown. His greasy hair hung in strands on either side; his belly was thick with layers of uneven fat.
In the cultivation world, fat people were rare—and none so fat as this.
He kept shoving meat into his mouth.
Maggots fell from the meat, yet he picked them up and ate them again. His fingers, dripping with rotting meat juice, were not spared—they too were sucked clean.
Suning Long furrowed her brows deeply.
This scene terrified the child. “Ah, a monster!” he screamed and turned to flee.
The scream jolted the gluttonous fat man awake.
He raised his head in confusion, unable to open his eyes fully due to his bulk. Looking straight ahead, he saw no one.
His gaze drifted downward, landing on the small and adorable Suning Long.
“Hehe, fresh food.” The fat man spread his large hands and lunged toward her.
The sudden move was quick, but Suning Long, trained in combat, calmly stepped back two paces, narrowly evading his grasp.
She studied the man carefully, a strange familiarity stirring within her. His ominous aura reminded her of a talisman she had found in her past life.
The fat man attacked again.
Suning Long retreated once more, tilting her head as she asked, “Who are you?”
The officers monitoring the scene exchanged glances.
“She still has time to ask who that fat guy is? Her mind is stronger than ours.”
“I regret it. I should have bet on her; I think she’ll win.”
“Too late now.”
“Ha, you only won’t bet because you think she’ll win too.”
There was no denying, Suning Long’s reflexes were the fastest they’d seen in a child so far. Rarely did anyone dodge that fat man’s initial grab.
Most wouldn’t expect such swift moves from a bulky man.
“Fresh food, sashimi, sashimi,” the fat man muttered stubbornly. This time he stood, lunging at Suning Long.
The mountain of a body crashed forward, smashing a chair in the process.
But getting a fat man to stand again was no easy feat.
He didn’t even try to stand upright. Instead, his crazed eyes full of madness, he crawled along the floor toward her.
“Fresh…” he repeated, “fresh…”
Suning Long leapt onto a chair, then flipped onto the table, avoiding his grimy crawl.
Still undeterred, the fat man placed his hands on the table, arching his body like a maggot as he crawled upward. “Food.”
Whatever he caught went straight into his mouth—his appetite seemed bottomless.
Seeing communication was impossible, Suning Long glanced at her watch—three minutes remained.
“Sister, I’m here to help!” The child, who had run off, returned without her noticing.
In his eyes, Suning Long was bravely fighting a monster, cornered with no escape.
He wanted to be brave and help her. Holding his plate, he threw it at the fat man with deadly accuracy, hitting his face.
“Die, fatso! Come at me!”
The fat man’s oily face was plastered with the plate, which slowly slid down.
He shook his face, then spotted another fresh morsel and grew even more excited.
“Fresh, delicious.” As he climbed onto the table, he shifted his focus and crawled down again.
Suning Long twitched the corner of her mouth. “Really stupid.”
She wasn’t sure who she meant—both the fat man and the child were foolish.
“Get out,” she ordered the child.
“I can’t leave you!” he shouted as he ran off.
But luck was against him—his left foot caught his right, and he fell face-first onto the floor.
The game’s realism was no different from reality, and the fall was hard. The child burst into piercing tears.
“Waaah…” his cries grated sharply.
“Ugh,” Suning Long grimaced in disgust.
The fat man quickly recovered, closing in on the child with a grotesque smile spreading across his bloated face.
Against his bulk, the child looked like a tiny mouse.
The little mouse was trapped. The fat man’s excitement grew, his flesh trembling violently.
“I’m going to die,” the child wailed, too absorbed in crying to remember he could still exit.
Suning Long gripped a fork, curling her fingers as spiritual energy surged and enveloped her hand. She hurled the fork with force.
It struck the fat man’s wrist, piercing deeply into the bone socket, severing tendons.
The hand instinctively recoiled. “Pain! So much pain!” he roared, shaking the entire banquet hall.
“Data anomaly, data anomaly…”
An alarm blared from the machine.
The Alliance officers watching the monitor saw the red warning bars spike sharply. This kid had enraged the “Hunger Bind,” causing an energy overload.
The administrator in charge of the simulator entrance asked, “Shall we eject the player from the abnormal instance?”
“Not yet. Let’s see what she does next. Two minutes left, we’ll wait.”
“A first test this agile, with such brains—very capable.”
In the Star Alliance’s deliberately hidden world, “capable” meant rare and precious.
Precious people deserved special treatment.
Suning Long jumped down and picked up the child. “Get out. Don’t interfere.”
The child didn’t understand “get out” meant “exit the simulation” and hurried off, but his shoes were slick with oil, making him incredibly slow, as if sliding on the fat man’s grease.
Suning Long was speechless.
Before the fat man could recover, she was back on the table.
The stench was overwhelming; she nearly vomited. The smell of rotting food was unbearable—did it really have to be this realistic?
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