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His massive body appeared before Cuihua. His sturdy physique was a killing machine, and he charged wildly at him.

Faced with the incoming fist, Cuihua brandished the clothes-drying pole. In his hands, the 1.2-meter pole was like a long serpent, weaving between his opponent’s calves and sending the Missionary of Love sprawling to the ground.

Even without the boosts from Attributes and game Skills, Cuihua still possessed the prowess of a Long Spear champion. He had some ability to fight back against the Missionary of Love.

However, the difference in their Power was too great, and there was also a huge gap in their agility Attributes. He could only compensate with technique; defeating his opponent was nearly impossible.

The Missionary of Love, who had been tripped, got back to his feet and dusted himself off.

Then, he burst into tears.

Just as Cuihua was thinking his opponent must have been knocked silly from the fall, the man cried out, "Why do you refuse my love?! This fist, brimming with Power, is proof of my love for you!"

’He’s... gay!’

"Pain, anger, the anguish of being misunderstood, and the burning desire to bestow my love upon you—these emotions echo in my heart. Is this, too, the Curse of love?"

"It is not."

"Absolutely not!"

Duan Fei and the Shadow God, who were watching from the sidelines, couldn’t help but shout.

Pointing at the two of them from a distance, the Missionary of Love yelled, "I knew you were watching! Just you wait! After I’m done loving Cuihua, I’m coming to love you!"

The Shadow God turned to Duan Fei. "Hey, maybe we should just log off. The atmosphere here is way too gay."

"You think I want to be here?" Duan Fei said, clutching his head in agony. "Let’s just keep watching."

This instance was related to his Profession plan, and he had spent five thousand Abyss Coins on the key.

For the sake of his Profession, Duan Fei had no choice but to endure it.

Fortunately, even though the Missionary of Love was spouting illogical nonsense, he at least adhered to some basic rules, like only attacking once per turn.

After this attack failed, he retreated to his original position and shouted, "Next turn, I’ll be waiting for you!"

Cuihua shuddered violently. He then summoned a monster in attack position and said, "I’ll en—"

"It’s useless! A hero does not fear the attacks of such petty minions! And now, I shall counterattack!"

Lunging viciously at Cuihua, the Missionary of Love was like a dark cloud hanging in the air, causing Cuihua’s face to pale.

He hastily dodged to the side, but his Attributes were no match for the Missionary of Love, who was stronger than a grown adult. His opponent still managed to grab his shirt.

Luckily, Cuihua’s Reaction was fast. He let go of the clothes-drying pole, ducked down, and slipped right out of his short-sleeved shirt. He then caught the falling pole and leaped a short distance away.

"Cuihua, why do you resist my love so much!" the Missionary of Love began to wail again.

Looking at the deranged Missionary of Love, Cuihua really wanted to turn and run.

He was an introvert, and this kind of self-absorbed, pathologically extroverted person was what he feared most.

But after seeing Duan Fei at the side, he took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the clothes-drying pole, and stood his ground.

It was a task from his friend. He couldn’t back down.

Duan Fei had already made arrangements. As long as he could stall the enemy for a while, they could find his weakness and set up a plan.

’Come on. The duel continues.’

Time passed, second by second.

The frequent probing attacks wore Cuihua out. If his opponent didn’t have at least a shred of a duelist’s honor and knew to only attack once per turn, Cuihua would have fallen long ago.

But even so, sweat poured down his body. Symptoms of dehydration began to set in, making Cuihua’s movements more and more sluggish.

Finally, while fending off the Missionary of Love’s next attack, Cuihua’s hand slipped. The clothes-drying pole, which should have blocked the attack, snapped in two with a CRACK.

’This is bad,’ Cuihua thought. He had just started to retreat when the Preacher of Love grabbed his arm and hauled him forward.

Baring a set of white teeth, the Missionary of Love gave a ferocious smile. "Caught you. Now, it’s time to teach you about love."

"Are you bullying your classmates again?"

A cold voice sounded from behind the Missionary of Love. The Valkyrie had appeared again, and a look of panic crossed the Missionary’s face.

"And you’re playing cards again. Are cards really that fun?"

"No, I..."

"What were your final exam scores? Why haven’t I heard anything yet?"

"Um, I..."

"Come home with me!"

Tugging the Missionary of Love by the ear, his mother politely apologized to Cuihua before dragging the Missionary of Love home.

Seeing this, Duan Fei had an idea.

The key to defeating their opponent lay with his mother.

Back at their own house, Duan Fei and the others served tea and water to Cuihua, the hero of the day. They made sure he was well-fed before gathering with the newly returned Jinghong to discuss their plan.

In this instance, Duan Fei’s parents were never home, the Shadow God’s parents were divorced, Cuihua’s parents worked out of town, and Jinghong’s parents were busy with their acting careers.

Since they were all latchkey kids, they didn’t have to worry about not going home at night, which meant they could spend as much time as they needed planning together.

Before they began, the Shadow God said, "We’ve been in this instance for thirty hours. At one o’clock tomorrow afternoon, we’ll hit the forty-eight-hour mark and be forced to log off."

"Yeah, I’ve already used up all my time multipliers," Jinghong sighed in resignation, though she was secretly overjoyed.

’We’ve been together this whole time.’

Forty-eight hours was the limit imposed by "Abyss". After all, spending too much time in an instance could have physical effects.

Like stomach problems, bladder infections, and so on.

Because of this restriction, some instances had to be completed in a short amount of time, which sometimes made them feel rushed. This was one of the common criticisms of "Abyss".

I wonder if version 0.08 will fix it.

Aware of the time limit, Duan Fei thought for a moment before finally making a decision.

"Let’s gamble on it, win or lose. Jinghong, come with me."

"To get our marriage license?" Jinghong asked expectantly.

"Huh? What are you talking about? Has the heat gotten to you?"

"...My affection for you has decreased by one point. But since your confused expression is so cute, I’ve decided to add ten points back."

"Uh, thanks. I asked you to investigate the elementary school the Missionary of Love attends. Did you find anything?"

"I did."

"Let’s go. That’s our destination."

They left the house under the cover of darkness, and the group arrived at the school.

The four elementary school students climbed over the playground fence, skirted around the open gate of the security office, and headed for the Missionary of Love’s classroom.

According to Jinghong’s Reconnaissance, she had thoroughly investigated the Missionary of Love’s classroom, even figuring out which desk was his.

Cuihua placed a strip of clear tape on the windowpane and shattered the glass with a pole. Thanks to the tape, the broken pieces didn’t fall.

Although there was a faint impact sound, the television in the security office was louder. The noise wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

After clearing away the tape and broken glass, Duan Fei unlatched the window and, with help from Cuihua and the Shadow God, climbed through into the classroom.

Arriving at the Missionary of Love’s desk, Duan Fei rummaged inside for a moment before finally finding what he was looking for.

Seeing his opponent’s language arts and math scores, Duan Fei finally broke into a smile.

’This will do.’

’The key item is in my hands.’

’Missionary of Love, your star of death is already shining! Mwahahaha!’

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