There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

When Qiushi and the others rushed to the palace, she saw Lone Ranger wiping his Sleeve Sword. Before him lay the corpse of "Kael," who was long dead.

Seeing this, Qiushi’s gaze turned serious. "You took down the boss all by yourself?" she asked.

"What do you think?" Lone Ranger asked coldly.

"Was this boss that weak? How could you kill him alone?"

"None of your damn business. The instance is closing in a few hours. You should be thinking about how to get more out of it for yourself. See ya."

Watching Lone Ranger sink into the shadows, one of the players who had come with them couldn’t help but curse, "I thought he’d changed, but he’s still the same old Lone Ranger. To think he’d come and snatch the boss kill for himself."

"Still, think about it. It’s a good thing he killed the boss. Now we have more time to loot."

"True. Let’s hurry up and make one last score."

For the other players, it was a shame they didn’t get to land a hit on the boss in the end.

Fortunately, they had gotten a fantastic haul this time, making this small regret insignificant. Besides, there was still the treasury to plunder.

With "Kael" dead, the King, who had been controlled by a Heart-devouring Worm, collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

These people would be turned into undead by Winston through Necromancy, their memories restored via a series of keywords.

As for whether they would continue to serve as the King and his officials after their revival or if another solution would be found, that was a problem for another time.

While the other players began searching for valuable items, Qiushi felt that something was very wrong.

The blood next to the corpse was dark and congealed; Kael had clearly been dead for a long time.

There were obvious signs of a struggle, indicating that Lone Ranger hadn’t been the only one present at the time.

Although the treasury door was still closed, Lone Ranger had the ability to pass through it, so it was hard to say how much was left inside.

Putting these clues together, Qiushi sighed in resignation. ’I knew you were despicable.’

But without proof, Qiushi couldn’t say anything.

Besides, she clearly couldn’t afford to provoke people like Duan Fei and Lone Ranger. It was better to play dumb and earn a bit of goodwill.

’Plus, my big sister is on their side, so I’ll just let it go...’

After that, she too hurried to begin her final round of looting.

When midnight arrived, the players reluctantly left, returning to the city with their backpacks full to bursting.

For the players who participated, it was the most satisfying dungeon run they’d ever had.

Some players even complained that if they had known, they would have brought a bigger backpack so they wouldn’t have had to leave so much behind.

Meanwhile, in a villa in Love City, Duan Fei and his group were clapping and celebrating, marveling at their good luck at the end.

After finishing off "Kael," Duan Fei had used the last of his time to cast [Random Summoning] and was lucky enough to summon a spectral entity from Love City.

An Ittan-momen.

This long strip of cloth had no attack power, but behind it lay another world, meaning it could theoretically hold an infinite amount of items.

Thus, they were able to carry away every single portable item from the treasury, making their profits from this instance absurdly huge.

Adding that to everything they had fleeced from Kael earlier, Duan Fei felt this event was incredibly generous.

Shadow God, Darts Guest, and Bald Qiang took their deserved shares and left. As they went, they added each other as friends, promising to team up again next time.

Before the three remaining players, a mountain of items was piled up. Most were contaminated items that could be directly salvaged for event points.

A portion of the items looked extraordinary and could be set aside for appraisal before deciding what to do with them.

Lone Ranger got the Lamium Ore he wanted most. He generously gave the rest of the items to Duan Fei and Jinghong, only asking for three days’ worth of Love City’s Energy from the two of them in return.

After all, this ore could be used to forge a weapon and Equipment suited for him. Once he crafted them, it would be time to go crazy enchanting them with new stats.

Among the remaining items, Duan Fei was very interested in a Spider Suit.

This suit was very form-fitting and provided a certain degree of protection when worn.

Moreover, it could shoot out a highly adhesive strand of spider silk, which the user could control freely with their mind, making it easier to climb steep places.

With this item, Duan Fei’s mobility would be greatly enhanced, making him much more agile.

After salvaging most of the items, Duan Fei put on the Spider Silk Vest and said to Jinghong, "One for each of us. Your turn to pick."

"This one."

Jinghong picked up a ring and handed it to Duan Fei. "Can you help me put it on?"

"Sure, but why?"

"I like it."

Gently taking Jinghong’s left hand, Duan Fei resignedly tried to slip the ring onto her index finger.

But Jinghong wiggled her fingers, presenting her ring finger to Duan Fei instead. "Help me put it on," she said softly.

"...Do you know what this means?"

"I don’t. What does it mean? Can you teach me?"

Jinghong smiled mischievously, a hint of a Little Demon in her expression, which made Duan Fei feel a bit strange.

An intimate atmosphere began to spread, making Duan Fei feel that something was off. It felt like his composure was about to fly right out of his head.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open. Little Fatty appeared in the doorway, shouting, "I was just in the event instance! You have no idea how hard it was. I barely scraped by to the end and still died, but the rewards weren’t bad. Holy crap, did you guys rob a store?!"

Little Fatty’s attention was completely captivated by the pile of items, and he didn’t notice what Duan Fei and Jinghong were doing at all.

The startled pair leaped up and apart.

After confirming that Little Fatty hadn’t seen them, Duan Fei let out a long sigh of relief. ’My feelings just now were so weird,’ he thought.

Jinghong’s face was beet red. She was marveling at her own boldness, while also resentfully thinking that Little Fatty had the worst timing imaginable.

Little Fatty shivered, suddenly feeling like he wasn’t long for this world.

Clutching his shoulder, he stammered, "Um, there are a few things here that would suit me. Could you sell them to me later at a discount?"

"Sure. Take your time picking. I’m going to get the contamination purified."

"I’ll go too." Jinghong stood up and headed toward the city with Duan Fei.

Strolling along the road to the Divine Hall, Jinghong was silent, and Duan Fei didn’t know what to say either.

The earlier awkwardness still lingered, leaving them both at a loss for words.

Finally, Duan Fei managed to break the silence. "Um, do you still want to wear the ring?"

"Of course. I get harassed way too often during dungeon runs. Wearing this should keep a lot of people away."

"Then... do you still need my help putting it on?"

Hearing this, Jinghong turned her head, flashing the ring that was already on her finger at Duan Fei. She smiled and said, "Not this time. You can help me put it on next time."

"When’s next time? Wait a minute, you knew what it meant all along, didn’t you! You were messing with me!"

"What do you think?"

Seeing Duan Fei start to sulk, Jinghong laughed softly.

Clasping her hand, Jinghong felt the lingering warmth from his touch, silently immersing herself in the afterglow.

’Next time, I hope you’ll be the one to put a ring on my finger in the real world.’

’I’ll wait for you patiently.’

’But don’t make me wait too long.’

’Otherwise, I really don’t know what I might do.’

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