After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

If you want someone to be devoted to you, you have to work on them patiently and persistently.

But if you just want her to be so afraid of you that she'll do whatever you say, then there are ways to do it quickly and easily.

First, they threw her into danger, then deliberately let their guard down, giving her a faint glimmer of hope.

Once she had grasped that lifeline, he then, right in front of her, put his arm around the arm of the person she thought could save her from her misery, and they chatted and laughed.

This will let her know that no matter how much she struggles, she can't escape your grasp.

The porters have always done it this way; from rebellious young men to timid children, no one can escape this trick.

But the little girl I saw today was extremely strange.

The first problem was what happened when she woke up. The four- or five-year-old girl opened her eyes and not only did she not see her parents, but she was also put into a dark bamboo basket, not knowing where she was to be taken.

What doll wouldn't cry? But she was like a little mouse with its mouth stuck to candy, stubbornly refusing to utter a sound.

"Awake?" the porter asked her as he hurried along the road.

The girl inside remained quiet. The porter deliberately shook the bamboo basket forcefully, but she relaxed and swayed back and forth with the basket. She kowtowed without making a sound, as if she were still asleep.

The porter chuckled. The clever little thing was putting on quite a show, but unfortunately, he had good hearing and had already noticed that her breathing was no longer the even sound of her sleeping.

He simply ripped off the burlap smother covering the girl, grabbed her hair with his large hand, and pulled her head up. Sure enough, she had a pair of big, dark eyes: "She does have some guts."

The porter slowly bent down and looked into the little girl's eyes.

"Since you've followed me, don't even think about going home," he said, deliberately speaking slowly. "I'll give you a job so you won't lack food or supplies. If you learn it well, it'll be no different from growing up under your parents' care."

"But if you disobey and try to escape, I'll have no choice but to chop your head off." His face remained expressionless, his gaze light and unfocused, yet a chill crept up one's spine.

"Anyway, you're just a worthless life. I can afford to throw away a few coins. Do you understand?"

The porter was incredibly skilled at this. Every child he carried had to go through this process.

But the second odd thing was the girl's reaction.

She remained silent, neither crying nor making a fuss. Her eyes were large and dark, with two shadows beneath them, making her gaze particularly eerie. The little girl asked in a clear voice, "What kind of work?"

The porter looked her up and down casually, deliberately lowering his voice, and flicked his tongue to utter two words: "Murder."

Guess what? The porter swore on the words of his hardworking ancestors, and the little devil breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

She even smiled, shifted around in the bamboo basket, and found a comfortable position.

"Okay." The little girl nodded. "Let's go then."

Looking into those bright, darting eyes, the porter thought, "This guy is probably cunning. He seems as docile as a rabbit on the surface, but he's actually planning to run away."

This suited him perfectly. The porter turned a blind eye, occasionally tossing the basket aside and walking away. Who knew that this little girl would sleep in the bamboo basket all afternoon, and when she woke up, she would ask for half a steamed bun to eat, and even bargained with the shopkeeper to save him a few copper coins, and then she started living her life on her own.

The porter began to think that the girl was stupid.

The third oddity occurs at this moment.

Even when the unpredictable Instructor Han personally intervened, pressing the tip of his knife against her cheek and mouth, this little devil didn't cry at all. Instead, she insisted that "Uncle Porter" was a good person, as if he had really saved her parents and family.

Others envied his skillful training, but only the porter himself knew the truth: from beginning to end, it wasn't that he taught her to be obedient, but rather that she took advantage of his power.

The porter watched as the little girl, who had stopped crying and started laughing, nestled in Coach Han's arms after the "misunderstanding" was cleared up. Her exceptionally large black eyes, washed by tears, appeared even darker and deeper, as unfathomable as a well.

She suddenly looked over and met his gaze.

He laughed.

The porter suddenly shivered.

...He always felt that everything seemed to be going according to her wishes.

It seems she had planned to come here all along.

Learn to kill.

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Tang Li's feelings were complicated.

She couldn't understand how things had turned out this way.

After completing each instance, there is a one-month rest period. Players can either stay in the bizarre main world or spend a lot of money to exchange points for more days to return to the original world. Tang Li naturally chose the latter.

After facing a life-or-death situation, she had a profound realization: cherish life and enjoy it to the fullest. She went home and began a life of hedonism until the opening time of the next instance drew near.

Do you think Tang Li would be anxious, panicked, or curled up in some corner, anxiously counting down the days until the time comes?

—The start of the new semester for female college students is also fast approaching.

Tang Li, who had always been someone who would shed blood and sweat but never tears, burst into tears as she rushed to finish her summer social practice report while boarding the high-speed train to university.

As I tiptoed to put down my suitcase, a familiar dizziness washed over me. The modern carriage next to me twisted into a spiral of fruity lollipop, followed by humid air and a cramped space.

Shaking, Tang Li realized she was curled up in a container made of woven bamboo strips.

Welcome to the dungeon: Top Killer.

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The next second, her vision was filled with a dense barrage of comments, and everyone started laughing at her.

"Hello, hello streamer~" "What is the streamer doing...?" "Haha ...

Amidst the frenzy of comments, Tang Li discovers she has been turned into a child.

The child opened his eyes to find that he had already been kidnapped by the fierce porters.

The porter threatened to chop off her head.

Tang Li squatted in the basket, her eyes devoid of any light. She silently questioned: Oh, heavens, why have you treated me so cruelly?

Fine, I'll chop it up then, guess what?

There's still no game guide for the instance, and not a single quest has been issued. Given the bizarre freedom of this game, is she going to wander the world with the porter?

Where is the assassin? Where is the gold medal? And where is Ms. Tang Li, who won the dungeon rewards and was crowned a martial arts master?

Who doesn't dream of being a female knight-errant? Tang Li couldn't resist the temptation when she thought of the promises Jiang Hui and Qiu Wanting made.

And so, things happened naturally, when the porter said he would teach Tang Li a trade...

"What kind of business?" Tang Li asked hopefully.

The two chilling words: "Murder."

—Tang Li's eyes lit up again.

—Don't even think about running away.

The foolish porter was forgetful and careless, so Tang Li had to be self-aware and stay tightly in her bamboo basket, refusing to leave for even a moment.

A foolish porter can't even figure out how many coins to pay for a few buns. Can someone with a bad brain really make a living in the world?

The foolish porter couldn't even lie to the constable. Sigh, I had to step in myself.

...That doesn't seem right.

Amid cheers and praises from the crowd, Tang Li sat in the arms of the "constable" boy and slowly blinked.

The porters, the constables, the flower girls, and all the men, women, and children were all in the same group.

They're all assassins. One has a knife hidden on his stall, another has a sword stuck in his feather duster. So what was that performance just now? Was it a test of my loyalty, a way of accepting my surrender?

From now on, I can walk around this killer town without dying, and become a martial arts master after graduating from the dungeon in one go?

Okay. Very good.

This is my home.

Tang Li's eyes met those of the porter.

She smiled gratefully.