As Long As I Have No Morals, You Can't Kidnap Me!

"Can you… be my father?"

The ghost child's request was blunt and direct, without any hesitation or sugarcoating. She stepped closer to Huan Weng and immediately expressed her desire.

Most ghosts were like this.

"Huh?" Huan Weng was momentarily stunned, but he quickly understood and said nothing more. As a former father, he could sense the inferiority and longing in the ghost child's eyes.

"Can you be my father?" The ghost child asked again, her voice filled with genuine hope.

"Of course, child!" Huan Weng was overcome with emotion in that instant, tears welling up in his eyes. Without another word, he pulled the ghost child into his embrace.

The cold, lifeless form of the ghost child met the warmth of a human hug.

And then, gradually, the tiny ghost child began to dissipate, transforming into a wisp of blue smoke.

Underneath Huan Weng's clothing, an unusual mark appeared on his chest, and he gently pressed it, his expression one of deep contemplation. In the end, however, he couldn't bring himself to speak further.

"Thank you."

Huan Weng approached Yi Bai, bowing slightly with sincere gratitude, unaffected by the fact that he had become a "favored one."

"You're welcome," Yi Bai waved off the thanks with indifference and offered a casual reminder. "If you make use of the ghost child's power, your hand could be preserved. If you survive and make it out, it might even be reattached."

"Thank you for the reminder!" Huan Weng expressed his thanks again, grateful for the advice.

Yi Bai didn't engage in further conversation. His gaze swept across the now-empty park, a sense of unease tugging at him. The manner in which the ghost children had mysteriously disappeared was unsettling—arriving so suddenly, leaving just as bizarrely, without leaving a trace behind.

"Seems like the so-called 'big sister' the ghost children speak of is no ordinary figure," Yi Bai murmured, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He suspected that the chaos in the park and the takeover by these 'brats' was most likely connected to this mysterious "big sister."

With the first round of the game concluded, and the second round yet to begin, Yi Bai decided to explore the park, hoping to find some clues that could lead him to the ghost children's "big sister." After all, in any game of capture, it was best to target the leader first.

Yi Bai had always favored a "strategy" approach to challenges. He wasn't about to waste time dealing with every single "brat" one by one. That would be far too tedious.

Just as Yi Bai was about to step forward, a voice suddenly called out from behind.

"Wait! Boss, wait for us!"

Yi Bai instinctively frowned, a sigh of resignation escaping his lips.

"Of course, trouble always finds its way to me, even when I've tried to keep a low profile," Yi Bai thought, turning to face the players who had caught up with him.

"Three pieces of advice," Yi Bai said, his voice flat and impassive. "First, I'm not your savior. Your life and death are your concern, not mine."

"Second, as fellow players, let me give you some friendly advice. Pay attention to the game's hints. That 'favored one' is a perfect example for you."

"Lastly, I have no morals, so you can't guilt-trip me into helping you."

Yi Bai raised two fingers, his tone unyielding.

The players who had rushed to catch up now felt a chill settle in their hearts. They had thought they could ride on Yi Bai's coattails, securing an easy survival. But reality had hit hard.

"No! Boss, please, help us!" One player suddenly collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "I just want to survive! I'll do anything, just please let me live!"

"Damn it, boss, you can't leave us like this!" Ye Qun stepped forward, holding up the banner of righteousness. "We're all human, struggling to survive in this world. Shouldn't we help each other? Only by working together can we all survive!"

"Yeah, yeah! We're all human! Boss, you can't just watch us die!"

"Please, I'll pay you! Just let me live and I'll give you whatever you want!"

...

Desperation made them say anything, willing to use any means to survive. Yi Bai understood. After all, he was a player too. But understanding didn't mean he was going to let himself be dragged down by these emotional blackmailers.

He had already gone out of his way to give them a piece of advice—he wasn't going to do more.

Without another word, Yi Bai turned and walked away, clearly uninterested in further discussion.

As soon as he moved to leave, the players panicked, especially the newcomers. "Stop! Stop! How can you just leave us like this?" someone yelled out.

Their voices were desperate and shameless, accusing him of abandoning them to their fate.

"How can you just leave us behind? Aren't we supposed to stick together?" they shouted, calling him heartless.

Some even went so far as to threaten him, saying things like, "If you don't help us, we'll expose you when we get out!"

In the face of the looming threat of death, and the fear gnawing at them, their mental state had collapsed. What started as moral pleas quickly devolved into vicious curses and threats aimed at Yi Bai.

But Yi Bai was already too far ahead. His speed was unmatched, and he was already deep into the park, the players' voices growing faint behind him.

The other players didn't dare follow. After all, Yi Bai's strength was undeniable. They had seen his ruthlessness when he had severed Huan Weng's arm without hesitation.

They could only curse under their breath.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Liu Zhen looked at Ye Qun, who was stirring up the newcomers, with disdain. He gave a cold chuckle, then sat down to rest, preferring to take advantage of the rare moments of peace.

He wasn't as bold as Yi Bai to explore. This moment of respite was a welcome relief for the exhaustion of the mind and spirit.

As for the other veteran player, Yu Quan, he couldn't help but glance over at Huan Weng multiple times. Eventually, though, he suppressed his greed and sat down dejectedly, his thoughts conflicted.

If this were the real world, he might have taken a gamble, but here, in the realm of monsters and ghosts, any rash action could bring the wrath of these creatures down on him. At worst, he could end up with no place to die.

As Yi Bai continued exploring the park, Huan Weng quietly wandered through it, hoping to make contact with the ghost children, while the players led by Ye Qun stayed behind, murmuring curses and bitter words. Their language grew more foul with each passing moment.

Nearby, Liu Zhen couldn't help but frown at their words.

But they didn't know...

Inside a magic mirror, a porcelain-faced Gothic Lolita with twin tails watched, her lips pouting, a clear expression of dissatisfaction on her delicate face.