Tsk, tsk, when he couldn’t find her and heard of the urgent military situation, he came looking for you. He called you from downstairs at your place, and according to him, you scolded him, so he came to me to persuade you. “Fuck, is he handing out alms?” Su Yao flipped the table; clearly, he wanted to give it to Han Yanyan but couldn’t, so he came to her to curry favor. Did he think she was an idiot? “Hehe, Yao Jie, now that you have the divine artifact, how could you look at that broken laptop? By the way, did you really snatch it from him and Lian Yan Liuli?” “We’ll talk about that later. Bring your laptop to my place and wait for me, I’ll be there soon. We need to save Tianya City; ignore that idiot for now.” Su Yao said anxiously while hurriedly getting dressed. “Huh, Yao Jie, you’re not at home? Didn’t you just finish a night of divine artifact quests? Where did you go?” “You little brat, why do you care about that?” Su Yao laughed and scolded before hanging up, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Leaving?” Grim Reaper, having finished trimming his nails, looked up slowly, watching her beautiful body once again covered by clothes. “I’m going to defend the country with Acao, you’ve had a tiring night, rest. I’m not under much pressure.” Su Yao started changing her shoes. “Then let me walk you to your car.”
” Qin Chuan got up, put on his clothes, and both being extremely calm and intelligent, neither mentioned the near-perfect moment earlier. Su Yao kept her head down, hiding her flaming cheeks, trying not to think about the scene, pretending nothing had happened. However, when they left, Qin Chuan naturally took her hand, and in the cold winter, both their palms were sweaty…
As for Wang Shenmu, he deliberately waited for another elevator, rode it to the top floor, and then descended, knocking on doors asking for Lian Yan Liuli. Of course, he was chased out as a lunatic most of the time, but he didn’t mind at all; the judgment of humanity and the world’s gaze were less interesting to him than the historical decay of a piece of excrement. Wang Shenmu went from the twenty-eighth floor to the fifteenth, having knocked on 156 doors. Sixty-two were not home, forty-eight called him crazy, twenty-two threw him out, eight threatened to call the police, and the remaining seven were either fleeing Xia citizens or new players yet to join any organization. They all knew of the Eternal Palace, but none were members.
Wang Shenmu, with his superhuman sensitivity to numbers, remembered all this clearly. He imagined as he walked down the stairs that if this building were a dungeon maze, the elevators would be teleportation portals, the residents distributed monsters, and he had to control their positions to maximize the dungeon’s playability.
Wang Shenmu, who usually walked with his head down, was silent, unsmiling, indifferent to women, and cynical. Now, he was knocking on another door on the fifteenth floor. “Who are you looking for?”
When Gu Chao Yan opened the door, he was still groggy from sleep. He had just dozed off when someone knocked and was puzzled by the man in a black overcoat, with a cold, indifferent face under disheveled hair. A sense of foreboding crept into Gu Chao Yan’s heart—could this be a police raid so early in the morning? Just last night, he had swindled twenty thousand yuan from Ji Canghai, traded it on the black market for an 80% discount, and it was instantly snapped up. Sixteen thousand yuan had quickly transferred to his account—could someone have already reported him?
“Do you play ‘Mortal Realm’?” Wang Shenmu asked abruptly, having already noticed the login screen of ‘Mortal Realm’ on the computer in the living room.
“Mortal Realm?” Gu Chao Yan swallowed hard. “Yeah, I play,” he replied, eyeing this unexpected visitor sideways. “Do you know Chang Sheng Dian?” Wang Shenmu continued. “Chang Sheng Dian?” Gu Chao Yan raised an eyelid. “Yeah, I know him. What do you want with him?” Wang Shenmu’s previously dim eyes suddenly lit up upon hearing this. “Where is he? I need to see him!” “You are…?” Gu Chao Yan started to reassess Wang Shenmu, realizing he wasn’t from the police. “Wang Shenmu,” he introduced himself. “The Lord of the East?” Gu Chao Yan was visibly shocked; he had personally witnessed the farce at the wedding. “Exactly.” Upon confirmation, Gu Chao Yan’s mind raced with a thousand schemes—this was a golden opportunity that had just walked in. He stretched out his voice with a hint of glee: “So… what do you want with Chang Sheng Dian?” “To discuss life and the world with him. My other identity is the former chief planner of ‘Mortal Realm’.” Wang Shenmu was honest about his past. “So you designed all those divine quests?” Gu Chao Yan burst into laughter, his spirits lifting instantly. “Brother!” He clapped Wang Shenmu on the shoulder, inviting him inside. “I’ve been waiting for you!” Gu Chao Yan was genuinely excited. “I am Chang Sheng Dian!”
Wang Shenmu’s face brightened with joy, and he shook hands eagerly with Gu Chao Yan. “Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. I’ve been looking for you… what a pity we didn’t meet sooner!” Sitting on the couch, sipping the tea Gu Chao Yan brewed, Wang Shenmu didn’t wait for an invitation to start talking incessantly. Gu Chao Yan listened to him talk about this world, society, the workplace, and dreams, inwardly mocking him but outwardly showing a face of attentive listening and agreement—a basic skill for a professional con artist.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Old Chen was sitting in his office, feeling frustrated. “I don’t know about the other divine artifacts!” Old Chen tried to placate her. “How about I take you to the hot springs this weekend?” “I want the divine artifact!” Han Yanyan wouldn’t budge. “That Snow God Umbrella was rightfully mine! How could someone else take it?!” “There are still three divine artifacts yet to be revealed. I’ll find time to look into it for you.” “I want it NOW!” Han Yanyan had been seething all night. The woman who cheated at her wedding and took her divine artifact had insulted her more than a slap in the face.
Even when Red Medicine Hall had the audacity to imprison her, she quickly made them regret it—her husband was taken away, and Red Medicine Hall hadn’t been online since. “But I really can’t do it, sweetheart. Even if I’m amazing, I can’t conjure a divine artifact out of thin air…” Old Chen was nearly driven to tears by his little enchantress. “Fine! Then find an excuse to ban that Mary from next door! If I can’t have it, no one else should either!” Han Yanyan shrieked and slammed down the phone, leaving Old Chen in tears in his office. With a heavy heart, Old Chen sneakily made his way to the tech department.
Ji Canghai was also in a state of frustration. He sat outside the palace until dawn, with a flock of admirers constantly greeting him. Among them, a girl named “One Morning Smile” caught his eye. Ji Canghai began to boast about his divine artifact adventures, altering the ending to make it seem like he, out of kindness, had given the Snow God Umbrella to someone else. His narrative was filled with both pride and regret. One Morning Smile listened with a charming smile, teasing him until he felt a tickle in his heart, and they quickly grew close.