Qin Chuan opened his inventory, moving the mouse over the talisman, which displayed the item attributes: [Thousand-Year Deep Mountain Snow Talisman: The holder of this talisman is the master of the snow mountain.] “Why is there only one attribute?” Su Yao, coming down from her excitement, was puzzled. At that moment, little Mary on the screen changed again; countless snowflakes emerged from her body, gradually forming the snow girl’s figure in front of her. “Human, give me the god’s talisman,” the snow girl said expressionlessly. Options [1. Give it.] [2. I’m from a thousand years later, mission completed, I’m leaving.] “Should we give it?” Su Yao asked Qin Chuan. “It’s up to you.” Qin Chuan let go of the mouse. Su Yao walked over to him, but he didn’t move his chair, instead, he pulled her directly onto his lap. “Give it!” Su Yao finally chose option 1 with some trepidation.
To her surprise, the snow girl didn’t go berserk this time; her expressionless, slightly sinister face even smiled brightly, and sunlight shone down through the clouds onto the snow mountain. “Such a simple human,” the snow girl remarked, “Very well, in return for saving me, I’ll give you my umbrella. The god is dead, from now on, I am the master of the snow mountain. You may leave, go back to where you came from, and with my umbrella, you can return to find me anytime.” That white oil-paper umbrella with forty-eight ribs, dotted with crimson, fell from the snow girl’s hand into little Mary’s inventory. Su Yao quickly opened the inventory and moved the mouse over the umbrella icon. Item: Snow God Umbrella. Type: Staff. Attributes: 1. Can freely transport people back to the ancient world. 2. The holder is the master of the northern snow mountain. At first glance, the attributes seemed underwhelming, but upon closer inspection, Su Yao burst into laughter, pounding Qin Chuan’s thigh! She was going to make a fortune! In the ancient world, she could level up faster! Her roommate Liu Changsi only managed to level up from 104 to 140 in one semester; normal players needed at least a year to reach the max level of 200.
But as the master of the snow mountain, she could control everything on her territory, including monster distribution, numbers, and respawn rates. Leveling up to max in a day in the ancient world was not a dream! It was too damn overpowered! No wonder it was a priest’s tool, inherently designed for support and buffs, it was almost like a counterpart to the “Ragnarok” that sent players back to level 1 upon death! She was going to make a fortune! Su Yao could already see countless coal bosses throwing money at her to take them back to the ancient world to level up! She even thought of sending Qin Chuan out to PK while she charged money for players to come to the ancient world to level up! The figure of the snow girl on the screen gradually faded, the ancient world’s bleakness blurred, and little Mary once again traveled through endless time, until she returned to the world a thousand years later, where the Hall of Longevity, in the same place, was smilingly waiting to welcome her back. The extremely excited female warrior twisted and howled, but unexpectedly, the chair tilted, losing balance, and she, who was sitting on Qin Chuan’s lap, fell into a heap with him, face to face on top of him.
Author’s Note: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I’m like a real mom, right?
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha This chapter counts for the 15th. Ships are made with flowers, it’s eager, isn’t it! Qin Chuan’s beloved chair toppled over, lying on its back, while our female warrior was sprawled over him in a dog-eating-shit pose, but a man’s face that was tired yet still handsome. “It’s dawn. Should we go to sleep?” Qin Chuan’s lips moved silently, oh God, how long did she plan to keep this position? “Yeah, let’s sleep then…” Su Yao said this but showed no intention of getting up. Pressing on him felt so comfortable >o<~ Qin Chuan’s long, slanted bangs scattered across his face, Su Yao held his head, then reached out to brush his hair aside. His black-framed glasses, which he never took off, reflected the bright light. Su Yao reached out and removed them. “What are you doing…” The NEET’s face was expressionless; he felt that showing any joy or pain would only highlight his awkwardness, making him more vulnerable to her teasing… Su Yao said, “Looking at you.”
Her hand touched Qin Chuan’s face, a face that had been hidden in the shadows for so long. His skin, rough from countless sleepless nights, did not detract from his handsome features.
His eyes, like cold, piercing obsidian, even bloodshot from staying up all night, could not hide his sharpness. Even though he had retired from the competitive stage for years, she believed that if he stood there once more, he would still be unrivaled. But, Qin Chuan, why did you outright reject me back then? “Do you really like me? When did it start? Why did you refuse me back then?” Su Yao held his face, gazing into his eyes, seizing the rare opportunity to press him for answers. In those eyes, she could still see the relentless pursuit of her younger self. Yes, she hadn’t changed, nor had he. Time had passed by them like a roaring river. They both had given much that could never be reclaimed. Yet, fate had been kind to them. She finally had him under her, finally made him surrender. “I like you.” Qin Chuan lowered his eyelids, feeling even more… Seeing her eyes red with bloodshot veins, he just wanted to send her back to bed to sleep. However, it was clear that our female warrior was still too excited from obtaining the divine artifact to calm down.
She lifted her head to glance at the screen, where the system had just made a grand announcement: [The Northern Divine Artifact “Snow God” was born at 5:40 AM today. Congratulations to the winner “Mary Next Door.”] In this early morning, the entire world channel was flooded with messages of envy, jealousy, speculation, and requests for friendship, sweeping through the chat box like a tide. Su Yao suddenly thought of the artifact, symbolizing the ownership of natural structures in the game, much like a national scepter, which could be seized upon killing its holder. Anyone could kill her and take the artifact from her hands. She couldn’t leave Little Mary and Chang Sheng Dian to be at the mercy of others on the map before enjoying her moment of bliss, even though the place was remote and hard to reach. But fate is unpredictable… Sure enough, as she thought of this, a figure approached from the map’s entrance. “Chang Sheng Dian, is that you?” The youth, holding a green flute, dressed in dark green with a bewitching face and flowing long hair, Su Yao read the message in the local chat box, and the name before the message was “Wang Shenmu.” Wang Shenmu, the holder of the Eastern Divine Artifact “Bodhi Flower Dye,” capable of summoning all gods and demons. Su Yao had only seen this fearsome youth at that wedding.