Chapter 63: True Colors in the Dark

Yi Mo turned his head, casting a lifeless gaze at Unrivaled before picking up the iron shovel nearby.

He then returned to Pikachu’s side, holding the shovel with one hand, about to dig a hole in the ground.

But on the flat, hard earth, digging with both hands on the shovel was already difficult, let alone with just one.

The shovel fell over several times, and each time Yi Mo mechanically crouched down to pick it up again, continuing to dig the shallow pit that had barely been started.

Unrivaled couldn’t stand watching anymore.

He ran over, snatched the shovel, shoved the hunting rifle into Yi Mo’s arms, and started digging the hole himself.

Then, looking at Pikachu’s body, he said, “Oh man, what did I do to deserve this?”

“You fat hag cursed me out every day, looked down on me, and now I have to dig your grave!”

“Ahhh!”

“Let’s hurry up and get this done before return time.”

“Big brother, you gotta hold on!”

“I don’t want to die. Nobody else wants anything to do with me, so you’re all I’ve got!”

Yi Mo watched Unrivaled digging with all his might, a glimmer of pity in his eyes.

He suddenly felt so powerless.

He looked up at the pitch-black sky.

’In this game… how many people will really make it out alive…’

’I will… avenge you…’

’I swear it in the name of Yi Mo!’

Who was his girlfriend didn’t matter anymore.

Taoqimao staggered back to her thatched hut, her mind foggy.

She nearly walked straight into the door.

Once inside, she collapsed onto the floor.

Struggling to get up, she sat down on the stool by the small table, her eyes full of guilt.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Sister Pikachu!”

“I really don’t want to die!”

“Don’t blame me!”

“I just… want to survive!”

An overwhelming sense of guilt weighed on her heart, draining all her strength.

All she wanted was to lie down and sleep.

But just as she got up to head for the bed, her eyes were drawn to an origami crane on the table.

It hadn’t been in her room before.

Taoqimao picked it up instinctively, noticing faint traces of writing on the folds.

Her hands trembling slightly, she slowly unfolded it.

Six delicate characters appeared before her eyes.

‘Tonight, kill Cthulhu.’