A Sickly Beauty Transmigrates Into An Infinite Flow World As An NPC - Chapter 1

◎ Entering the Game Through Illicit Means ◎

【System is loading. Please wait.】

The young man in the bathtub opened his eyes abruptly, gasping for air as he scanned his surroundings with vigilance.

It was a dilapidated bathroom, and the air was thick with a heavy shroud of steam.

He took a full dozen seconds to steady himself before a dull, throbbing pain slowly began to creep in.

He Yuput looked down and discovered that he was submerged in a massive bathtub. There were three deep knife wounds on his upper arm, with pale bone vaguely visible through the lacerations.

【System is loading. Please wait.】

The cold, mechanical voice echoed once more. He Yuput’s eyes were guarded, his heart rate spiking as he attempted to pinpoint the source of the sound.

【Loading complete. Confirming host information.】

【Name: He Yuput】 【Health: 25/100】 【Death-seeking Value: 0】 【Points: 0】 【Personal Skill: Beginner Charm (Upgradeable)】

【Welcome to the world of “South-Returning Season.”】

【In your reality, you were the pride of heaven, born with a silver spoon in your mouth. However, it is regrettable that you have been envied by the gods.】

【Therefore, please do everything in your power to escape the instance. Prove to the gods that your abilities are worthy of your birthright.】

The mechanical voice resonated within his mind. He Yuput gripped the edge of the bathtub, his gaze fixed on the floating interface as he watched the number of viewers in his livestream room climb steadily.

A sense of absurdity slowly crept into his heart.

【Attention, player He Yuput: The system has opened a livestream for you. Your every move will be broadcast in real-time. Please strive to complete the mission and escape the instance.】

【Friendly Reminder: Viewers have the functions to tip points, “like,” and “dislike.”】

【Tipped points are credited immediately; other features are tallied at the end of the instance.】

【Livestream Viewers: 3 | Likes: 0 | Dislikes: 0】

At this moment, in the game lobby’s F-level instance, eight small screens suddenly illuminated.

One of them displayed He Yuput’s fair, delicate face. He was breathing slightly through parted lips and appeared to sit in the bathtub with composure, his long, silver-white hair draped loosely behind him.

The other screens featured top-tier players crushing monster bodies on the spot, with blood splashing everywhere; newbie players screaming and hiding in disarray; or bloody scenes where new entrants were swallowed whole by monsters before they even realized they were in a game.

Only He Yuput’s style felt completely out of place. Paired with his gorgeous face, it was unexpectedly pleasing to the eye.

[Huh? He looks a bit familiar, but I cannot quite place him. Such a wet beauty, I want to stick to him!!] (Tipped 5 points)

[What is going on? Is the system bugging out? I have played this instance before, and this is clearly an NPC.]

[It must be an NPC. I have never seen a newbie enter the game so calmly!]

[But the system has not made a mistake in all these years. Could an NPC have gained consciousness?]

[How did we get so far off-topic? It is probably just another player who broke in and got killed. This should be a player’s livestream room.]

The sky outside the hotel turned a dark, sickly green. Eerie howls echoed one after another, and five flashes of lightning appeared in an instant, cutting across half the sky and leaving jagged silhouettes.

A gale swept through, as if thirty million vengeful spirits had returned to wreak havoc.

In the distance, the terrified screams of humans suddenly erupted, tearing through the silence of the bathroom. He Yuput looked toward the nearby window and turned to close it.

However, a faint, lingering scent of blood managed to seep into the bathroom.

Having spent years confined to a hospital bed, He Yuput’s body was inherently weak, and the smell made him feel slightly nauseous.

It seemed the system was real, and this world was far from normal.

He Yuput coughed a few times while lying in the bathtub. Instead of feeling fear, his lips curled into an imperceptible smile, his long lashes veiling the emotions in his eyes.

He possessed an obsession with staying alive that surpassed that of any ordinary person.

But He Yuput’s luck was poor. He had been plagued by chronic illness since childhood, effectively imprisoned by the hospital as he hovered repeatedly on the brink of death.

Originally, he had no concept of what it meant to live, believing that survival was merely an extension of pain.

But his parents had always wished for him to survive.

They would cancel all official business to be the first to guard the operating room, rushing in after the surgery to wrap him in a warm embrace.

“Don’t be sad, Xiao Pu. It is alright even if I die.”

A young He Yuput, unable to understand why they were sad, would gesture to comfort them: “Living hurts so much, so I will not be afraid of death. You should not be sad either.”

His parents would only hug him tighter, sobbing and weeping: “Do not say that. Please, just hang on a little longer, will you?”

He Yuput, having failed to comfort them, thought: “…”

He wanted to live simply because he was attached to those embraces.

Later, as he grew slightly older, he sat on a cold hospital bed after a surgery, but he could not find the figures of his parents.

It was the first time they had ever been late.

He waited from day until night, only to be met with his parents’ death certificates.

His parents had died in a car accident while on their way to buy his medicine, leaving behind only the cold inheritance of bank accounts to pay for his surgical fees.

Since then, He Yuput had developed a pathological obsession with staying alive, to the point where he would stop at nothing, even learning the occult arts.

Thus, when he faced his own true death, he knelt on the ground and prayed, hoping that the mercy of the gods would descend upon him and allow him to continue living.

The gods truly heard his plea, pulling him into this livestream to evade his death in reality.

【System verification in progress.】

【Warning! You have entered the game through illicit means. The system cannot currently process your player identity upon entering the instance.】

【You will log into each instance as an NPC and randomly inherit their abilities. The host must play the role of the NPC well.】

【If the player performs behaviors in the instance inconsistent with the NPC role, the system will directly erase your existence and formally declare the game over.】

He Yuput shook himself free from his memories. His eyes were slightly damp, but the smile on his lips grew more pronounced.