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I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

When the world became a landscape for a game, humans immediately became dolls who no longer moved nor breathed, frozen like items on display in a shelf. In the beginning, Bai Youwei thought this was an alien prank. Nobody knew why the humans suddenly became dolls. That was until they were all gathered together and sucked into a bright fog before being greeted by a mechanical voice, "Ding! Welcome to the Game of Dolls! The rules are as follows: 1. Refusing to play the game will result in dollification! 2. Failure to beat the game will result in dollification! 3. Beating the game to win a doll!" Bai Youwei walks into the embrace of Shen Mo trembling. "I'm scared, I'm just a weak little girl..." Shen Mo takes her hand, places it on his abs and says, "Now you don't have to be scared anymore!" The game systems starts ringing in the background, "Alert! Alert! Please respect the game and focus! No dating inside the game!" This is a story of how an intelligent and calm young lady works with a boy with nothing but a hot bod to beat the impossible Game of Dolls!

Flowery · Fantasia
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368 Chs

Chapter 179: It's Hard to Think

Translator: 549690339

Shen Mo drove around Hangzhou City, making a large loop and encountering some residents along the way.

The information he received was more or less the same as what he had initially learned from Fei's group.

In short, the people who had not received any rescue had nowhere to go, so they remained in the city. There was enough food and water here to sustain their lives, as long as they were careful not to approach the game area while gathering resources.

No one knew how long this life struggling in the cracks would last.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Shen Mo picked a shady spot and stopped the car to prepare for lunch.

Bai Youwei reminded him again, "My loquats."

Shen "Grocery Management" Mo: "..."

"It's ok, it's ok, you go pick Weiwei's loquats, I'll cook." Teacher Chang confidently lit the fire and readied the pot, murmuring under his breath, "Aren't loquats usually in season in May or June? Why are there still some in August..."