A Series of Coincidences

No matter how he looked at it, Ye Shengge did not want to offend either of the dolls.

If he had to pick one, he would hesitate so much he wouldn’t know who should get dressed first.

He pursed his lips and decided to toss this difficult problem to the system: [Which of these two do you think is better to choose?]

[Why choose?] the system asked, sounding puzzled.

As soon as these words came out, it was Ye Shengge’s turn to be confused: [If I don’t choose, I can’t exactly dress both dolls at the same time, can I?]

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something and spoke to the system in disbelief: [You don’t actually think that, do you?]

It wasn’t that Ye Shengge was being paranoid; the shadow cast by the system’s previous remark—”Not many, just six”—was simply too large.

For a system capable of saying something like that, asking him to dress two dolls simultaneously wouldn’t be out of character.

Sure enough, the system confirmed his suspicion in the next second.

[Don’t you have two hands? Just dress both dolls together.]

After saying this, the system paused and continued: [Although this is an A-rank dungeon, its difficulty ranking is among the lowest of the A-rank dungeons. As compensation for the incident in the last dungeon, the Main System specifically placed you here. Not to mention, your luck is quite good; the role automatically generated for you is a core figure in the plot. As long as you maintain the character setting, act accordingly, and then follow the plot development and the guidance of other NPCs to find the helper who can suppress the resentful dolls—and get them to agree to help you—you can successfully clear the stage.]

Listening to the system’s explanation, Ye Shengge found it hard to believe: [Is it really that simple?]

He hadn’t forgotten that when he first entered the game, the system had solemnly told him that this was a real horror live-stream game where players had only two choices: clear the stage or die.

Furthermore, no matter how “simple” an A-rank dungeon was, it was still an A-rank dungeon; it couldn’t be that easy. Not to mention, the system was acting out of character by directly telling him the clearance steps. Wasn’t that a violation of the rules?

When things are abnormal, there’s always a catch.

Ye Shengge was certain there was a problem with this dungeon.

The system hadn’t expected Ye Shengge’s vigilance to have increased this much. It remained silent for a few seconds before saying slowly: [There is indeed a small problem.]

Ye Shengge: […]

As expected.

System: [There are simply too many doll bosses in this dungeon, and each one has deeper resentment than the last. Previous players who entered this dungeon were quickly killed by the doll bosses. Moreover, the only NPC who can help players suppress the dolls has a tendency to break away from the dungeon’s control; he often refuses players who have struggled to survive without even giving them a chance to speak.]

[So this is what you call one of the lowest difficulty A-rank dungeons?] Ye Shengge asked, his expression complicated.

He finally understood why the system had told him the clearance steps.

If the “golden finger” of this dungeon refused to help him seal the dolls, he would be ground down to death in this place, since he had no ability to seal dolls himself.

And the time limit for this dungeon was “unlimited.”

[This level of difficulty is only for others, not for you.] The system’s tone was certain. [You have to believe in yourself.]

Ye Shengge didn’t continue to engage with the system. He pursed his lips and looked down at the two sets of clothes in his hands. He thought to himself: Even I don’t believe in myself, I really don’t know why the system does.

However, the suggestion to dress them together was feasible.

With a flushed face, he worked hard to move the two dolls onto the same sofa. Then, holding a jacket in each hand, he draped them over the two dolls simultaneously, slowly pulling them down and guiding their arms through. One jacket was done.

Although Ye Shengge tried his best to maintain distance from these two new dolls that hadn’t been “favored” yet, and tried to avoid touching places he shouldn’t, he still frequently brushed against their skin during the one-handed dressing process. Even when he turned to go upstairs to get trousers, his foot slipped, and he suddenly missed a step, falling straight toward the two dolls.

He fell, unfortunately, right onto the dolls’ trouserless legs. He was just a fraction of an inch away from sitting directly on those exquisitely crafted, lifelike parts.

Ye Shengge, who had subconsciously looked down, turned even redder. He quickly averted his gaze, not daring to look any longer.

At the same time, this series of coincidences made him feel that something wasn’t quite right.

Could there really be such “perfect” coincidences in the world?

Earlier, when dressing the dolls, he clearly had several opportunities to avoid touching their skin, yet every single time, he would mysteriously make contact.

At the time, he hadn’t taken it to heart, thinking he was just distracted by multitasking.

But this time, standing on flat ground, why would he suddenly miss a step and slip?

No matter how clumsy he was, he shouldn’t be making such low-level mistakes—at least not a fall of this magnitude.