From the Abyss of Stars Part 1

009. Hello, I am an Honored Infected

009. Hello, I am an Honored Infected

Stabbing and cutting the wound several times, he covered himself in blood.

"My health is down to half, hmm, that should be enough."

Li Aozhi hid his suitcase. The money inside would be useful later, but not now. Given his current state, completing the shelter task would take at least five weeks, and if there were any mishaps or slow leveling, it could take months.

However, Li Aozhi wasn't in a hurry. [Starfall Master] players, in a way, are like old school fans—they never believe their favorite thing is weak. They only think and endure, with excellent patience.

"My [Charisma] is 13 points, and the main profession of [Civilian]... is meaningless. I don't want to waste experience on that. If I can get the [Mutant] profession, each level-up will increase [Charisma], and with the [Permanent Specialty • Love Hunter] effect, my growth will be considerable. There's no need to increase meaningless profession levels early on."

Players can make countless mistakes early on, but Li Aozhi couldn't afford that. He didn't know if, as a regular NPC, he could repeatedly farm dungeons like players.

After all, NPCs that can enter dungeons are few, usually appearing only due to storyline needs, at least needing to be [Elite] or [Expert] templates.

Li Aozhi rubbed his forehead and smeared his face with blood. The mix of blood, sand, and frost highlighted his pale skin. With a high [Charisma] boost, he was more noticeable and pitiful at a glance.

Li Aozhi adjusted his breathing, making his heart rate faster. With stiff, weak steps, he slowly moved deeper into the shelter. His background wasn't good, his clothes were old and worn, weathered and dirty, and after struggling in the snow, he was covered in stains. Holding a camping knife, covered in scars, he looked like he had been through a fierce battle, appearing crazed and delusional.

"Help... help... help me..."

He squeezed his throat, using all his strength to produce the hoarsest, weakest voice. His gray eyes were dull as he stumbled through the dark corridor, occasionally bumping into corners and staircases where surveillance cameras were located.

"Hehehe, help me—why did you leave me here—help me!"

Li Aozhi wandered seemingly aimlessly for a few minutes, sometimes stopping, sometimes acting crazed, occasionally slashing at walls.

As he cried and covered his face, his gray eyes glinted:

"I've put on quite a show, crying and screaming. Those 'doctors,' even if they were blind, should see me now, right?"

Sure enough, after kneeling and crying for a while, his ears twitched.

From deep within the shelter, mechanical sounds echoed.

Tap, tap, tap.

[Someone's coming.]

He continued to kneel and cry, silently counting:

[3, 6... 12? Is it 12 or 13? If it's 13, I won't need to push further; I'll be directly detained as a high-risk patient.]

Ignoring the approaching footsteps, Li Aozhi continued to cry, using his fingertips to stretch his eyelids, letting the blood stimulate his eyes to produce tears.

This self-harm quickly paid off—a hoarse female voice suddenly came from the once-dead silent shelter corridor:

"Don't get close. The patient has self-harming tendencies and lacks logical behavior, likely a level-five Esha infected. If he suddenly lashes out, you could get hurt."