Black Crow Prison (6) Silver Card

Arriving at the prison cafeteria, there were only a few people inside, all exchanging their hair for currency to get food.

Seeing this, Jin became anxious and said, “Are you planning to trade your hair for food too? I won’t allow you to recklessly harm your body! Not even your hair!”

Mu Xinning remained calm, her expression unruffled. “Why are you so worried? I have plenty of money.”

“You mean… the thing inside your doll?” Jin recalled that before entering the game, she had modified the doll and seemed to have slipped a card inside it.

As Zhou Kui had said, this silver card, which everyone started with, was distributed by the game itself. So even inside the game, the money on the card remained usable.

This was a shocking revelation from a man in a previous life. He had just been paying with his wallet before entering the game, so the silver card in his wallet had been transported inside as well, and no one had expected it to be so valuable.

Not only could it be used to purchase items within the game, but even after players cleared the game and reached the rest area, they could still use it for shopping.

However, this depended on luck and chance—after all, who would keep their silver card in hand all the time?

The game only teleports the items one is holding; even if holding a backpack, its contents would come along. Living beings or oversized objects could not be transferred.

Size was based on human proportions—anything larger than a person couldn’t be teleported.

As for pockets or bags, their contents disappeared rather than being teleported.

Regarding the silver card, the initial balance each person had varied, assigned based on their background.

Children nurtured in nutrient pods by the game were sent to the human realm and then randomly assigned identities. To maintain the functioning of human society, these individuals filled the gaps across social strata.

Those assigned privileged backgrounds need not work, while those placed in average classes must continue laboring for society.

As for Mu Xinning herself, since she could remember, she had been from a well-to-do family with a villa and considerable assets.

But because of this pampered upbringing, to put it kindly, she was a delicate flower; to be blunt, just a pretty vase with no combat ability.

Thus, in this brutal game, she quickly met her demise.

Before the game started, she ordered a lot of takeout. Glancing at the card balance, she still had at least several million, enough to buy plenty of delicious food.

The only problem was that no players carried money on their person. If she rashly took out the card to buy food and water, wouldn’t she be inviting trouble?

“Why haven’t you gone to buy food yet?” Jin had witnessed her ravenous appetite before and thought this little one couldn’t go hungry.

“There are people here,” she answered briefly.

Jin understood. “Then just kill them all.”

His dictionary was often limited to killing and devouring; anyone in the way was simply removed.

“No.” She refused without hesitation.

Since her rebirth, she had lost all faith. Kindness no longer concerned her.

She wouldn’t share her money, nor would she hesitate to fight back against troublemakers.

But as long as no one provoked her, she wouldn’t kill indiscriminately.

Showing the silver card openly was like announcing oneself as a fat sheep—inviting robbery. There was no need for that.

“Do you have a better idea?” Jin noticed more people arriving, likely waking up and coming for breakfast.

“Well…” she moved to a corner and pondered quietly.

To get food, payment was unavoidable, and there was no machine to withdraw money from the card here, so she couldn’t bluff with currency.

Whenever it was free time, there were always people here, since everyone’s schedules were identical.

She was simply out of options.

Or so she thought.

A slight smile curved her lips.

She first returned to the second floor, where there were no surveillance cameras, and raised her left arm. “You, stab me now.”

Jin was puzzled.

Had she lost her mind?

“Hurry, just a random stab, one that draws blood,” she urged.

“No way! I absolutely won’t hurt you! If you suddenly lose hope and want to end it, I’ll be the first to object!” His tone was tense, nearly incoherent.

Mu Xinning: “…”

What nonsense was he thinking?

“I want to go to the fourth floor, but I don’t think I can enter the hospital without being injured,” she explained.

“But…” he hesitated.

He was reluctant.

Noticing the awkwardness in his tone, she softened her voice. “Don’t worry, it’s just a scratch. You won’t die.”

Still, he didn’t move.

“Fine, I’ll go to the bathroom to see if I can find something to make a small cut,” she said, making as if to walk away.

“No!” He hurriedly stopped her.

No one but him could harm her.

Then, a tentacle extended from his waist, gently scratching a small line on her arm.

Blood slowly trickled down her porcelain-white arm, spreading a red mark across her delicate skin. Even the flowing motion seemed fragile and beautiful.

Jin took a deep breath, his voice hoarse. “Just this once, no repeats…”

He truly feared he would be unable to resist kissing her next time.

Nonsense! Jin scolded himself silently.

What ridiculous daydreams! Gone mad!

“Ouch…” Mu Xinning gasped; although the tentacle felt soft, the scratch still hurt.

She looked at the slowly flowing blood, nodded in satisfaction, and headed to the fourth floor.

As she expected, a notice stood outside the hospital on the prison’s fourth floor.

It read: “No entry for those without symptoms or injuries! Pretenders will be severely punished!”

Since she was already here, she surveyed the staircase leading to the fifth floor. It was blocked by a locked iron door, seemingly only opened when players were taken there for solitary confinement.

Entering the hospital, a female nurse greeted her first.

“Those injured, please register here. I’ll help you get a consultation number shortly,” the nurse said, handing her a form.

Entering prison required filling out forms; seeing a doctor required the same.

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