Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 795 Begging for a Child

The old woman sitting in the chair narrowed her eyes. "Tell me, is my request excessive?"

"..."

The foster mother's face changed color repeatedly, alternating between pale and flushed for a while, before she finally bit her lip and said:

"Then, I want a few of those babies who don't need much care from birth, who we can get along with, and who don't eat too much."

"..."

This time, the old woman was silent.

Even He Lingling, who was completely in God's-eye view, was stunned.

She looked at her adoptive mother, who lowered her head after saying those words and hadn't looked up since, her mouth agape in astonishment.

What did she just hear?

We want a child who can take care of himself from birth, provide emotional support to the adoptive mother, and doesn't need to eat any food.

Is this about having a child?

Isn't this just wanting a puppet that you can control but can't resist at all?

What was my adoptive mother thinking? How could she make such a request?

"it is good."

After a silence of nearly ten minutes, the old woman seemed to have looked her adoptive mother up and down several times before finally agreeing with a forced smile.

“I will ‘send’ you a few children like that.”

The old woman said, "Besides, you only need to give me half of the grain you grow."

The foster mother was overjoyed and quickly crawled towards the old woman, but the old woman blocked her by pressing her shoulder with her cane.

"I'll ask you one more time, are these really the only three requirements you have?"

“Yes, yes, yes,” the foster mother nodded repeatedly, afraid that the old woman would regret it the next second, and hurriedly said, “I want it like this, please, please help me.”

The old woman smiled.

The old woman's smile was somewhat frightening; when her withered lips stretched upwards, she revealed scarlet gums and sharp teeth.

She looked down at her foster mother kneeling at her feet, and slowly a smile appeared on her face:

"Okay."

The old woman smiled and took a bag of seeds from her satchel and handed it to her foster mother.

The foster mother took the seeds with a blank expression: "What...is this? I wanted a child—"

"That's what children are like."

The old woman interrupted her, her eyes strangely reddish in the sunlight, and said:

"It is also a seed."

"seed?"

"Yes, seeds."

The old woman chuckled, and the laughter, coming from her aged face and throat, carried an eerie unease.

"Go back and find a flowerpot filled with soil, put the seeds in it, water it, and patiently wait for the seeds to mature. Believe me, once the seeds mature, you will have a child."

"...Thank you, thank you witch, thank you witch..."

The foster mother was so happy she was trembling. She carefully tucked the seeds into her bosom like a precious treasure and thanked the old woman with delight.

"Thank you, thank you witch..." Overjoyed, the foster mother radiated happiness. She wanted to take the seeds home and plant them right away, but she hesitated because of the old woman's presence.

"Alright, you're welcome."

The old woman did not accept her adoptive mother's thanks. Instead, she stared at her adoptive mother's face with a half-smile and said:

"Go back now. If you feel happy, be sure to send the food over on time, okay?"

"Good good."

The adoptive mother was completely caught up in excitement. After confirming the necessary items and procedures with the old woman repeatedly, she hurriedly ran off.

In doing so, the foster mother missed the amusement and malice that the old woman had in mind.

"You want to reach the top in one fell swoop..."

The old woman didn't seem to mind that she used the idioms strangely; she just sat there in her chair, swaying back and forth...

Until He Lingling, who was in mid-air, seemed to make eye contact with the old woman through a thin membrane.

The old woman seemed to have seen her, or perhaps she hadn't, leaving only the words: "Then you'll have to raise her yourself..."

The image brought by "Ghost Eye" disappeared when the old woman closed her eyes with a smile.

As He Lingling drifted into a deep sleep, she stared blankly at the bottomless void around her, her heart pounding. Before she could even process what the previous scene was about, a familiar humming sound rang in her ears.

As the humming grew louder, the dark, intangible abyss surrounding He Lingling began to crack.

The kind of cracks that are visible to the naked eye.

The darkness shattered into pieces that flew in all directions. Behind these pieces, the cheerful foster mother hurriedly returned home, stood by the table, and planted the seeds in her hand into a flowerpot.

"...My child...my child..."

The foster mother stood around the flowerpot, humming louder and louder. Finally, the soil in the flowerpot began to crack, and the seeds began to sprout and break through the soil.

The scene that followed was just like what He Lingling had seen: the seeds matured and blossomed, and a beautiful little girl curled up asleep in the flower slowly opened her bright, watery eyes and obediently looked at her stunned foster mother at the table.

"Mom~"

The little girl, no bigger than a thumb, sat up in the center of the flower, reached out to her foster mother for a hug, and spoke in a sweet and obedient voice.

Then, the foster mother went insane.

Click.

He Lingling stared wide-eyed at the scene before her in disbelief.

The foster mother frantically grabbed the little girl in the center of the flower, screaming and squeezing her tightly.

The little girl, no bigger than a thumb, struggled in terror, all the docility in her eyes vanished, leaving only her bulging eyes fixed on her foster mother.

"Mother?"

puff-

The adoptive mother, driven to despair by the cry of "Mom," let out a piercing scream, which blended perfectly with the scream of the little girl whose eyeballs had been squeezed so hard they burst.

The first "Thumbelina"... died after her adoptive mother crushed her head.

Lingling stood beside her adoptive mother, and even though she knew the other woman couldn't possibly see her, she couldn't help but take two steps to the side.

This is different... This is completely different from the original fairy tale.

Thumbelina was strangled to death by her adoptive mother shortly after birth.

What's next?

How will the next one die?

The foster mother who had crushed Thumbelina to death disdainfully tossed the corpse into a flowerpot, showing no regard for Thumbelina's identity.

"She lied to me...she lied to me...that old witch lied to me..."

The foster mother paced nervously around the table, then suddenly stopped, looked down at her still-bleeding hand, and took several steps back in fright.

"Old witch... old witch..."

The foster mother covered her face in anguish and began to sob uncontrollably.

He Lingling ignored the crocodile tears she shed, her gaze fixed on the crushed Thumbelina corpse in the flowerpot with complicated emotions.

The foster mother simply couldn't accept that Thumbelina was so small, even though she could call out to people right after she came out of the flower, even though she knew that Thumbelina could talk and even called her... Mom.