"I want pudding milk tea from the third floor."
"The supermarket has specials today. Let's go take a look!"
"I don't know why, but women's clothing sizes keep getting smaller lately. I can't find anything that fits anymore."
"..."
He opened his eyes again.
The pain of having his skull pierced had yet to fade completely, but Shen Ru was lucid enough to hear the conversations around him.
Everything sounded so ordinary that he almost thought he had returned to his original world.
The players still stood together as they had before, but now there was a little more wariness in the way they looked at Shen Ru.
Lu Yang had watched the instances Shen Ru had participated in.
Though he had been shocked, he had never seen Shen Ru deliberately lash out at other players out of malice. Besides, in a game instance where people died every day, plenty of people pretended to be psychopaths who killed without blinking to protect themselves.
At least, that was what he had believed before Shen Ru "killed" him.
This time, it had been because of the instance's setup. But if next time they upset this psychopath, would they actually die?
For a moment, none of the players spoke. They simply surveyed their surroundings again.
Suddenly, a conversation between a mother and daughter caught Shen Ru's attention.
"Mommy, look! That pretty guy has red eyes!"
"If you like him, sweetheart, why don't you go tell him yourself?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a little girl with twin ponytails came skipping over, holding a doll.
Shen Ru lowered his gaze. He could tell that her mother loved dressing her up. Her pale, puffed-out dress was covered in delicate lace trim, and even the doll in her arms was beautifully dressed.
"Your eyes are