There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

A "love event" is a general term for a significant event in a romance simulation game.

Each love event will raise or lower the player’s favorability with the target character to varying degrees, and some event choices can even affect the story’s ending.

Realizing this was a love event, Duan Fei’s left hand instinctively started tapping as he muttered to himself, "Strange, where’s the save button?"

"Master, what are you doing?" Yan Yuan asked.

"Isn’t it common sense to save the game before an important event?"

"Master, your common sense is really weird."

Fortunately, the young woman was looking at a distant tower and didn’t see Duan Fei’s expression. Otherwise, no matter how high her favorability was, he could have tanked it into the negatives.

Sucking on a lollipop, she said helplessly, "I know I’m pretty cute... Don’t you pull out that photo! Just listen to me!"

Duan Fei scoffed and reluctantly gave up on the idea of crushing her self-esteem.

Letting out a long sigh, the young woman continued, "Ever since I was little, my Mom told me I was a born star. That every male Descender was only fit to be my sycophant, meant only to wag their tails frantically before me, begging for my affection."

"Miss, times have changed. How many versions behind are you?" Duan Fei said, a donut in his mouth.

"I know, but don’t you really think that with my looks, I can get anything I want?"

Duan Fei showed her the photo of Jinghong anyway and said, "When you look like this, then you can do whatever you want."

"Damn it! You just had to show off! Besides, she’s just your childhood sweetheart, what are you so smug about?"

Feeling a little smug himself, Duan Fei realized he had several options.

’I could make her face reality, realize she’s just an NPC, and have her go be a good little corporate drone.

Of course, I could also drop an "I’ll take care of you" and let her live a life of comfort off the Romantic Energy I squeeze out of those freaks.’

But Duan Fei had no interest in this kind of teenage girl. He decisively finished off all the desserts and said, "Alright, it was nice meeting you. Goodbye."

"You’re just leaving like that!"

"But I really don’t want to waste my time on you."

"You call talking to a beautiful girl of my caliber a waste of time? Fine, put the photo away. I get it. To you, talking to someone like me really is a waste of time."

The young woman sighed wearily. She felt that talking to Duan Fei would test even the best of tempers to its breaking point.

However, seeing Jinghong’s picture made her face reality a little. She now knew she was merely "pretty," while Jinghong was a true, peerless beauty.

This rare moment of self-awareness sobered her up considerably. She scratched her head and said, "Alright, I think I get what league I’m in now. But I don’t want to suck up to you Descenders, either, so I think I’ll find a different side gig."

"Like what?"

"Maybe a Cowherd or something. Plenty of girls like me, and I quite like girls too, so I can dress up as a man and make a killing."

Duan Fei sucked in a sharp breath. Her train of thought was just too unpredictable.

To this, Duan Fei could only say, "I wish you well."

"Thanks."

Shaking Duan Fei’s hand, the young woman said, "My name is Bai Yang. My real name, not a stage name. It was nice meeting you. I hope we can see each other again."

"Likewise."

After saying goodbye to Bai Yang, Duan Fei saw that Nemo had come online.

He found him, and before Duan Fei could even speak, Nemo said apologetically, "Duan Someone, I looked at the time. You were logged in for a total of 12 hours, but since our prior agreement was for 4 hours, I can’t pay you for all of it. I’ve already discussed it with the guild leader, but he won’t agree. There’s nothing I can do."

Duan Fei didn’t really care about the last few hours, but the fact that Nemo brought it up irked him.

But what he didn’t expect was for Nemo to immediately add, "And about the freaks you eliminated last night, the guild leader says that wasn’t part of the agreement, so he can’t calculate any payment for that either."

Pinching his chin, Duan Fei asked with a smile, "So, Vice President Nemo, are you saying all my work last night was for nothing?"

Nemo gave an awkward laugh and said, "Sorry, but our guild leader arranges all these things. I don’t have the authority. However, I can personally give you four hundred Abyss Coins as a little extra."

Duan Fei tilted his head and looked at him, while Nemo wore an awkward and troubled smile.

"Can I talk to your guild leader? I remember the agreement saying that extra work would be compensated accordingly."

"Sorry, the guild leader is very busy..."

"But he has time to worry about a small fry like me?"

The smile on Nemo’s face froze for a moment, but he quickly said gently, "It’s me who’s concerned about you."

"Oh. Well, I don’t care. Let’s just leave it at that."

"I’m glad you understand."

"I won’t be participating in any further activities. Do you need the key back?"

The smile vanished completely from Nemo’s face.

Staring daggers at Duan Fei, he said coldly, "No, you don’t need to return the key. But since you didn’t complete the full seven days, the previous Abyss Coins cannot be disbursed."

"That’s fine. My goal wasn’t Abyss Coins anyway. But I still have to say, the Icefield Walkers really think small."

"Duan Someone, you’re just an ordinary player."

There was a hidden meaning in Nemo’s words: the Icefield Walkers were a mid-sized guild, and they had their methods.

Facing the threat, Duan Fei said with a smile, "That’s right. I can’t compare to you, the leader of the Icefield Guild. Fabricating a guild leader, pretending to be the vice president, and blaming everything on your fictional boss. How classy."

Nemo stared at Duan Fei, then suddenly drew a thin sword from the palm of his left hand and slashed at Duan Fei’s neck.

A line of blood immediately appeared on Duan Fei’s neck, but he still wore a relaxed smile as he activated [Spiritual Armor].

Once the Battle Armor was active, the [Transcendence] affix took effect. The Spiritual Armor, equivalent to 55 points of Spirit, was enough to nullify most of the damage.

At the same time, one-third of his Spirit Attribute was applied to his other Attributes, causing them to skyrocket to 28 points. On his status panel, this already surpassed the standard for Level 20.

With Yan Yuan in his grasp, Duan Fei rushed in front of Nemo at extreme speed. His right hand and Yan Yuan became one, erupting in scorching flames.

Before Nemo could react, Duan Fei had already pressed Yan Yuan to his temple and unleashed six Magic Bullets in an instant.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Hit at point-blank range, Nemo couldn’t even cast a Skill. His entire head was instantly blown into a pixelated mess, and he wouldn’t be able to enter a dungeon for the next hour.

However, he could still log into FeiXin and use it to summon the other Icefield Walkers, who now rushed in Duan Fei’s direction.

Watching the approaching Icefield Walkers, Duan Fei quickly retreated before the effect wore off, a happy smile on his face.

Come on, Icefield Walkers.

Make my day.

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