I'm a god in the infinite game

Her father was rarely at a loss for words.

It's true, not only was Phoebe the first kid on the field to get the job done, she was the fastest, the youngest, and never showed an emotional reaction from start to finish.

After ten minutes passed, another child who completed the task appeared—Daniel.

But? Unfortunately, Daniel's servant? After Daniel finished shooting, he ran away crying and screaming. Daniel stayed where he was, the hand with the gun hanging down was shaking all the time. He lowered his head and looked at his emotions. The reaction is heavy.

So her father said coldly and dissatisfied: "Although Daniel is a boy, he is not as good as you. His reaction to shooting someone close to him is too serious."

Phoebe shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. She turned her head and inadvertently exchanged glances with her mother who was helped down from the field.

Her mother's feet were so frightened that her feet softened. Seeing her look over, she blinked her eyes playfully, gave a thumbs up cryptically, and said with a mouth shape?——[It's amazing! 】

Phoebe raised the corner of her lips slightly.

After the training, everyone left. Phoebe was one of the few children who were still in the mood to go to the restroom on the shooting range. As soon as she came out of the restroom, she heard a faint cry, so Phoebe As soon as Bi turned his head, he saw Daniel lying on the bathroom table with red eyes and biting his lower lip.

The two looked at each other silently. The level of understanding developed by their competitors over the years allowed them to almost quickly understand what the other was going to do.

Daniel turned his head away quickly, and said in an extremely bad tone: "Warning you, Hinchmany Phoebe, it's best not to come and laugh at me at this time, I'm in a bad mood right now, and I'm going to kill you. "

But? Because? There was still a certain crying tone in his voice, which made this threat seem very weak.

Phoebe leaned against the wall with her chest folded, and said in a flat tone, "You don't even have the courage to shoot a servant? Will you have the courage to shoot me?"

Daniel stared at her almost bloody, and said in a self-deprecating and sarcasm tone: "Of course I am not like you. I have the courage to shoot at my mother. You are exactly the same as your father."

Phoebe looked at Daniel, whose eyes were still full of tears, thought for a while, and said seriously: "I actually didn't have the courage to point the gun at her."

Daniel said "Huh?!", and he stared strangely and subtly at Phoebe who didn't seem to be lying: "You just shot ten times at your mother."

"All I have is the ability to never hit her." Phoebe shrugged indifferently. "I'm not as incompetent and weak as you. It's only a ten-meter target. I still have this confidence."

Daniel: "..."

This person? Really deserves a beating.

But even with Phoebe's debt, Daniel couldn't say a single word of rebuttal—and in that respect, the guy was a real genius.

In the items tested by her father, she was almost always number one in terms of gaps. Sometimes Daniel would feel that the one competing with him was not a human being, but a machine specially designed to rule the Hinchmani family.

"So?" Daniel snapped back angrily, "You came to me and said these? Just to show off your excellent heir? Quality?"

"No." Phoebe's tone and expression became cold for a moment, she suddenly moved closer to Daniel, and that similar face gave Daniel a sense of oppression that he couldn't imagine, and he took a step back, Phoebe His darker green eyes stared straight at him, "I'm telling you these words in the hope that you'll run faster and catch up with me."

"The only heir? Let my father's eyes all fall on my head. This is not a good thing for me or my mother."

"I'll give you a family suggestion - let go of your childish weakness, Daniel, when you have the ability to shoot without killing the person you care about, you won't be like a victim. Hiding here like a kicked puppy, weeping.”

After finishing speaking, Phoebe instantly regained her indifferent expression. She naturally pushed Daniel away, washed her hands, waved her hand and turned away: "By the way? Say that again? I'll beat you up."

Daniel was stunned for a moment before slowly raising his head, and then he collapsed in a second: "Sinchmany Phoebe!!"

"This is the men's toilet!!!"

The days passed smoothly in all kinds of struggles, until Daniel was 16 years old and Phoebe was 13 years old. They were officially put on the stage of the Hinchmany family for the last competition.

The theme of the competition is "Western Cowboys". They have to walk back to back for ten steps like two western cowboys, then turn around and draw their guns to face each other, and hit a blood bag tied to the four joints of the opponent's hands and feet, neck and abdomen. just won.

But it must be a real gun.

So this competition has two results, the first one of which accurately breaks the blood pack, but does not kill the opponent.

The other is that one of them directly killed the other.

Her father sat leisurely on the viewing platform and explained to Phoebe: "If one of you beats the other to death, it means that you have a grudge against the other and that the other can't be used by you. I like to see power struggles that hurt my muscles and bones after ascending to power, so it is most appropriate for the strong to solve their own serious problems before ascending to power."

In short, if one of the parties has doubts about the other, they should directly kill the other party in this match, and from then on, they will firmly sit on the heir's top spot.

"But if the strong man has kindness in his heart, cherishes and uses the other party, and controls his own gun, not only will he not be killed by the opponent in the struggle, but he will only accurately disperse the opponent. Six blood packs on his body—this is enough to prove that the victorious side has the ability to control the other side, so it can naturally be kept for your use?"

Her father looked at Phoebe and smiled lovingly: "But? There is only one heir of the Hinchmani family who has stepped down from this platform. Phoebe, do you understand what I mean?"

"Daniel is not a good brother for you."

Phoebe just kept silent and didn't answer. It didn't mean that she didn't answer, but that she had a sudden pain in her lower abdomen. An hour before the start of the game, she got up and went to the bathroom.

A sharp pain of tearing wounds came from her abdomen continuously, and she was the only one in the bathroom? She was lying on the toilet panting continuously, her fists clenched, cold sweat oozing from her pale face?

This continuous dull pain was like the pain caused by the unhealed wound in the abdomen after being punched hard by someone. She had never been so weak.

What's wrong with her?

Soon, after seeing the blood on her pants, she reacted - she must have entered some kind of physiological reaction, and her mother had been reminding her to carry things all the time.

There are no such things as sanitary napkins in the bathroom of the Hinchmani family, so since she turned 12, her mother will put them in her clothes, but? In the bathroom of the Hinchmani family There are all kinds of clothes that can be changed at any time - after all, various inappropriate plots often occur here.

Phoebe quickly changed her clothes. She stared at the countdown on her watch? She sat on the toilet and leaned back, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing, letting herself get used to the weird abdominal pain.

"Hello." Daniel's voice came hesitantly, "The game is about to start, what are you doing?"

Phoebe opened her eyes, and she saw Daniel standing outside the women's room, looking at Phoebe with an obviously ugly face in surprise: "Are you hurt?!"

"No." Phoebe rebuffed flatly, and then said after a while, "Well, it's like an injury. It's bleeding after all."

Daniel hesitated for a long time: "So you are..."

Is that what he thought?

Phoebe gave him a cold look: "My uterus is bleeding and the endometrium is peeling off. I'm getting used to this feeling. There's nothing else you can do."

Daniel: "..."

Will this person die if he speaks softly?

Daniel wanted to ask if it would affect the game, but? Seeing Phoebe's shortness of breath and pale face covered with cold sweat, he graciously withdrew his question—well, judging by the situation, this little devil did indeed was not lightly affected.

"Do you want to suspend the game?" Daniel asked politely.

"No need?" Phoebe raised her eyes, her expression was still calm and arrogant, "I will win you as well, but you may bleed a little, don't worry, you won't be more? much? less than me."

Daniel: "..."

"Father won't agree either? It's a reprieve." Phoebe said calmly, "Let's go."

"Wait." Daniel paused for a moment, glanced at Phoebe, turned his head away, took out a tablet of painkillers and handed it over, his voice was very vague, "Would you... take a few pills before you go up?"

Because he has been abused by Phoebe all year round, he is used to taking two painkillers before playing.

Phoebe gave Daniel a strange look: "Why help me?"

"It's not helping you." Daniel looked equally indifferent, "I'm just giving you a family suggestion, you can eat it or not."

After finishing speaking, Daniel put down the painkillers and was about to turn around to leave when Phoebe stopped him with a subtle tone, "Are you thanking me for not listening to your father for so many years and going to plunder your mother's money?" What was given to you, is still forcing you to grow? Catch me, eh?"

Daniel paused, then left.

"I'm really at a loss." Phoebe said to herself, she simply broke open the painkiller and ate two, her face quickly returned to normal.

"The game officially begins."

Daniel and Phoebe stood back to back on the stage, and they took a quick step forward in the same way. They raised their guns straight to the sky, and the same green eyes were focused on the gun in front of them.

"Ten, nine... three, two, one."

"duel!"

Phoebe took a deep breath, turned around obliquely, dodged the first shot from above, and then quickly rolled close to Daniel, who was ten steps away, loaded the gun with sharp eyes, and pulled the trigger:

"boom--!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, Daniel fell to the ground. Phoebe paled and pointed the gun at Daniel, who was bleeding from the neck. She was breathing heavily.

Daniel opened his eyes.

Phoebe withdrew her gaze expressionlessly, turned around and walked down the stage without looking back, staggered a bit when going down the steps, and quickly stabilized herself.

All six blood packs on Daniel's body were accurately broken, only his leg was scratched and bled a little—exactly as Phoebe said before.

Looking at the profile of Phoebe calmly talking to his father who was full of admiration, Daniel's eyes flickered for a moment——

——This guy is really, no matter what the situation, the hand holding the weapon is incredibly stable.

It's really... purely powerful, so strong that he can't even think of resisting.

What kind of belief do you have in order to maintain such stability in this evil family?