HALF: Dead nor Alive - Chapter 30

Hyperthymesia. Those with this condition can remember every detail of their lives from something as significant as the world’s turning point to something as small and as insignificant as a minor fleeting thought. They cannot forget and their thirst for knowledge allows them to be considered genius in some senses.

Legend has it that Ji Yushi was this kind of genius.

In addition, it was said that he was gay and very beautiful.

As soon as the news that he was going to support Tianqiong’s seventh squad broke out, it sent everyone buzzing.

Everyone knew that the captain of the seventh squad, Song Qinglan, was a hoodlum and deeply homophobic.

He not only relied on his super-powerful abilities to become the dark horse on the battlefield in less than two years, but he also hates it when those at the top forces a flower vase* into his squad.

Sure enough, Song Qinglan announced in front of everyone, “Useful? Us brothers are going out there working ourselves to the bone, we don’t need a little genius who can only speedread quantum waves!”

Later.

The squad was forced into a dire situation during their mission.

That beautiful little genius calmly continued, every gunfire hitting the mark, his fighting power peaking.

Song Qinglan begged in front of everyone, “Adviser Ji, stay.”

In the end, he added, “I’ll work myself to the bone for you.”

*****

Ji Yushi had a secret.

He would often be awake at night, suffering from memory overload and recurring nightmares.

There was only one thing that could let him fall asleep peacefully.

And that was Song Qinglan.

*Flower vase: Someone who only looks pretty but can’t amount to much

After losing his job, Bai Liu became involved with an unstoppable horror live streaming game full of various monsters and players with killer intent.

Initially, everyone thought Bai Liu was just an ordinary person who strayed into the game.

Later, they realized it was this game that welcomed its god with victory and a laurel crown. It said to Bai Liu, “Welcome home.”

Xia Zhiyi just opened the door and was sent directly to another world.
Besides her, there are other people here, even her ex-girlfriend Jing Ruyu who just broke up.
Then a mysterious voice fell in their ears——
【Are you regretting your choice?
【Do you feel pain because you can’t control your body?
【Have you seen death and feel unwilling because life is short?
[It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, this is the ‘new world’, the new life you are looking for is here, and it is waiting for you not far ahead!
[Lucky ones who have been selected, you only need to complete the task and live until the end, and you will be able to welcome your new life! 】
At the end, I added two sentences.
[Don’t die, you will never have another chance if you die.
[Treasure life is everyone’s responsibility, I wish you all the best, hee hee. 】
Everyone was horrified, but Xia Zhiyi was different.
“This voice,” she turned her head to look at Jing Ruyu, and commented objectively, “It’s so yin and yang.”
Jing Ruyu: “?”
What is your focus here? ?
After everything that happened after that, Xia Zhiyi realized that this “new world” was not only yin and yang, but also a game of death.
Facing the monsters and ghosts in the dungeon, in order to survive, she decided not to be a human!
Later, she discovered that her ex-girlfriend Jing Ruyu had a secret.
An unknown and unspeakable secret.

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