Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 187 Familiar Taste

In the dimly lit room, several faded murals hung on the walls, depicting some indistinct fairy tales.

A pair of small hands picked up the old, worn-out box that was sitting in the corner of the room.

It was filled with all sorts of plush toys.

Without exception, they were all worn out and their colors had become dull and faded.

The little boy lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the dolls, a smile that was both excited and cruel on his face.

With a flick of his finger, he grabbed a plush doll that looked incredibly lifelike.

A small flame suddenly ignited in the little boy's palm.

Then, the poor doll was burned to ashes, which were eventually blown away by the wind and disappeared completely.

The little boy gently blew the black ash from his hands, wiping it clean as if he were cleaning away dirty dust.

He never intended to let these dolls escape his clutches.

To him, these interesting plush dolls are like precious collectibles, and he wants to keep them with him forever.

His smile was innocent and pure, but his actions were extremely cruel.

He tore the plush doll in the box to pieces, but what came out wasn't cotton, but flesh and blood.

The dolls' faces were filled with pain, but they were unable to struggle.

The little boy felt incredibly happy watching this scene.

This was his only source of happiness, and the only pleasure he could find in his lost paradise.

When the day of the final carnival arrived, the little boy planned to unleash a massacre and devour all their souls.

It's a pity he can't eat it yet, what should we do?

He wants to let players indulge in momentary pleasure first, and then slowly and thoroughly capture them all.

But that doesn't matter.

However, one of the plush toys in the claw machine was not behaving properly.

But this plush doll is different from the others; it is special, possessing a pure soul, without any impurities.

Most human souls are tainted with too many inexplicable stains, so he must consume the purest souls for that taste to be truly nourishing.

Moreover, its face is so beautiful that it perfectly masks its unruly nature.

His eyes were bright and piercing, like light brown amber beads.

Such beautiful eyes, I really want to dig them out and keep them as a collectible.

If you gouge out his eyes, will he show a pained expression?

This will be very interesting.

Everything was just the little boy's desires at work.

He only wanted to destroy all beautiful things and kill them.

However, this beautiful plush doll harbors a dangerous aura that intrigues the little boy.

Another strange thing was that he smelled a very familiar scent.

How to describe it? It felt like he was about to merge with something, which made the little boy feel a little threatened.

And at the far end of the sky, the moon is quietly changing.

It was like a giant beast, constantly expanding and growing until it occupied most of the sky.

The moon, which was originally a pale red, was now stained with a deep, almost solidified crimson color, as striking and shocking as fresh blood.

The air was filled with a nauseating, thick stench of blood.

The smell seeped into the nasal cavity relentlessly, creating an indescribable sense of oppression for the players.

From that dark corner, faint, subtle sounds could be heard.

It was as if some monster was lurking in the shadows, gathering its strength, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

Meanwhile, to the east of Paradise Lost, a small flag quietly rose.

It stood there quietly, letting the gentle breeze caress it and the flag flutter softly.

The flag's bright and eye-catching colors made it stand out in this desolate and lifeless world.