The Sickly Beauty Is the Infinite Game's Ultimate Boss!

[Completed][Infinite survival games with two male leads + Power couple, exclusive romance + Younger top and size difference + Pure wish-fulfillment thrills + Lovers and enemies + Melodramatic push-and-pull + BOSS × Player]

[Romance-focused; flimsy plot that won't stand up to scrutiny]

[Book Two of the Instance Series]

[The author is terrible at blurbs; see the opening of Chapter One and reader reviews for content warnings]

[A sickly puppeteer and instance BOSS bottom: cold on the outside, warm within, seemingly innocent but secretly dark-a seductive beauty with a venomous heart × A younger, devoted powerhouse top: a crybaby with a sweet facade and manipulative streak, seemingly innocent but secretly dark, with a pseudo-yandere persona]

In his youth, Chu Qingjiu was a renowned puppeteer. After his death, he entered an infinite game and became an instance BOSS. Cold and merciless, he could effortlessly control anything within his instance.

Until he met the number-one player on the leaderboard-Qi Wu.

The boy was around eighteen, with strong brows, bright eyes, and amber irises as clear and dazzling as the stars. When he smiled, an adorable little canine tooth peeked out.

It was this seemingly youthful, somewhat devil-may-care boy who unhesitatingly tracked down the puppeteer controlling everything behind the scenes-and personally severed the threads entwined around all ten of his fingers.

It was the first time a player had ever found the puppeteer. It was also the first time the puppeteer had lost his puppets.

Every finger's pain pierced straight to the heart. As the threads snapped, blood burst forth, staining the puppeteer's pale, slender fingers crimson. Like a pure white lotus falling into a blood-red abyss, the sight held a soul-stealing allure.

"Such beautiful hands. Better not cut them off after all."

The black-haired boy had intended to sever the puppeteer's hands outright, but the moment he saw him, he abruptly changed his mind.

The boy murmured suggestively:

"I look forward to our next meeting, dear Puppeteer."