Chapter 10 — Becoming One with the Devil

A moment later, the woman came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of fried eggs. Seeing that scene, she burst out laughing: "Are you nibbling on my shirt again?" Lam Niem looked up and grinned. She stepped forward and used her finger to gently dab the tip of the girl's nose: "Greedy baby, come here, let me give you some milk." Lam Niem immediately reached out and asked to be carried. The woman picked up the girl and carried her into the kitchen. The teenager sat on the sofa, staring at the kitchen, his gray eyes seemed to have a flowing flow of emotions. The man put down the newspaper and walked over to sit next to him. "What happened last night," he asked, "will she remember?" The teenager shook his head: "She's too young, she can't remember." "That's good then." He pondered for a moment, then continued: "The game side, maybe we'll check." "Check what?" "Check to see why she hasn't been teleported." The teenager pursed his lips. Last night, the moment the game was announced to be over, the teleportation light flared up, brightly illuminating the entire living room in white. But that light only covered the bodies of the other seven players. No, that's not right. That light also enveloped Lam Niem. The teenager remembered clearly, the moment the system announced "Number of survivors: 1", the teleportation channel opened right under her feet. Streams of golden light poured out from the ground, embracing her body, intending to pull her inside. That is the signal that the player has finished the game and can return. Lam Niem is about to be taken away. At that moment, only one thought flashed in the teenager's mind... No way. He rushed forward and grabbed her hand without thinking much. But his hand passed through that light. It was something he couldn't touch. Lam Niem drowsily opened her eyes amid the bright light, saw him, and reached out her hand to ask for a hug. Then her body began to gradually rise higher. The teenager stood still, watching the girl drift away, farther and farther away. At that moment, he discovered the wound on her hand. It was a scratch that someone accidentally grazed in the chaos last night. A very small scratch, located right on the knuckle of the index finger, had begun to scab over, but the pink flesh underneath was still open. With an unconditional instinct, he bit his finger, dripping blood straight into the wound. No, not blood. It's demonic energy. It's the cold, negative energy that flows through the bodies of entities like him, the core cause that makes them "weird". The ghost energy followed the wound and penetrated into Lam Niem's body, causing the small body to shiver slightly. Immediately, the golden light extinguished. The teleportation door disappeared. Lam Niem fell from mid-air, falling straight into his arms. The girl opened her eyes wide, glanced at him, yawned loudly, then continued to close her eyes and sleep soundly. The emotionless voice of the game system rang in his ear: 【Detected that the player was infected with a demonic weapon】 【Assessment of status: Mixed Human/Ghost】 【Teleportation failed】 【Player will stay in the "Sweet Family" copy forever】 The teenager hugged the girl, standing frozen in the empty living room for a long time without moving. He didn't know what he just did. He just knew, he didn't want to let her go. "What are you thinking?" His mother's call pulled him back to reality. The teenager raised his head When I got up, I saw my mother holding Lam Niem and leaning against the kitchen door. Lam Niem was hugging the milk bottle tightly, concentrating extremely hard, her eyes curved into two threads, her pretty little feet swaying gently. "Yes, nothing." The teenager replied. The woman walked over and placed Lam Niem in his arms. "Carry me, mom will go get soup." The teenager lowered his eyes and looked at Lam Niem. After finishing the bottle of milk, the girl let out a loud burp, then smiled widely at him. Two tiny baby teeth, white and extremely adorable. "Ca—— ca——" The teenager was stunned. Lam Niem called out again: "Ca—— ca——" It sounded much clearer than yesterday. The teenager's gray eyes blinked slightly. Then, he stretched out his finger and gently poked the girl's dimpled cheek. " YES." He replied, "It's my brother." Lam Niem giggled, grabbed his finger and stuffed it straight into his mouth, biting it. The teenager let the girl chew on him. The sunlight still shines through the window, extremely warm. The fragrant smell of food spread throughout the living room. From far away, the sound of my mother humming and singing could be heard. Dad folded the newspaper, walked over, bent down to look at Lam Niem. "She looks a little older, doesn't she?" he asked. The teenager looked at the tiny ball of dough in his lap. "It's only been one night, Dad." " Really?" Dad frowned and observed for a moment, "Why do I always feel like she's rounder?" Hearing someone's voice, Lam Niem raised his head and called out: "Dad—— dad——" His father's gray eyes flashed with an indescribable gentleness. He reached out, rough fingers gently touching the girl's tender cheek. " YES." He replied, "It's Dad." Lam Niem smiled contentedly, then dipped her nose back into nibbling on her brother's fingers. Since then, a new legend has circulated in horror games. Rumor has it that in a certain Hell difficulty dungeon, a strange family lives. Dad kills people, mom stews, brother is taciturn and doesn't talk much. But in that family, there was a newborn child. That baby is human. Which also doesn't seem human. New players are filled with fear, looking for rules, trying to survive within 48 hours. And that baby was leisurely sitting in his evil brother's lap, clutching a bottle of milk, waiting for dinner time. There were also a few curious players who wanted to approach her, intending to glean some clues from her. And then they realized... The devil's father's knife was very fast. The mother's soup is strange and very hot. His brother's eyes were strange, very cold. As for those players, they die... very quickly. What about the baby? The girl doesn't know anything. The little girl only knows that there is a mother, a father, and a brother here. This is the girl's home. Complete.