Warrior fights were more visually engaging than rogue ones—at least Yu Yu's eyes could process the feedback. Unlike rogues' instant mutual kills, warriors' sword-for-sword struggles were thrilling. Her opponent was a two-handed sword warrior, fighting with wide, powerful swings. Zi Shu, with her single-handed light sword, struggled to parry.
Yu Yu could tell at a glance: Zi Shu was stalling, shifting her skills toward draining her opponent. The terrain was absurd—high in the sky, amid broken walls and shattered floors. One misstep, and you'd fall. Zi Shu aimed to delay, but the two-handed warrior clearly wanted to force her off. He was experienced, stronger, and seemed to outmatch Zi Shu in size and Constitution. The scales of victory tipped toward him.
Yu Yu watched Zi Shu closely. She started to panic, her eyes focused, her breathing heavy. Retreating step by step, she reached a broken bridge. Beyond it, only a few stones, with a long gap to the next foothold. The bridge was narrow. Once cornered, Zi Shu would have nowhere to go. She fought desperately but was still forced onto the bridge. Zi Shu looked increasingly frantic, her expression vivid—so convincing, even Yu Yu couldn't spot the ruse.
Fuyu was a wreck. "If you lose, you lose. No big deal. Zi Shu, you got this! I believe in you!"
But Yu Yu's suspicion grew precisely because she couldn't see the flaw. Given Zi Shu's usual composure, Yu Yu didn't buy her acting this panicked. When she and Fuyu were hanging on a wall in real life, teetering on death, Zi Shu hadn't been this frantic. Would a game match rattle her like this?
With that, Yu Yu relaxed. She kept watching. The crowd started booing, assuming Zi Shu was doomed. Some were already celebrating for their idol. Shang Wei, besides watching Xiang Qin, occasionally glanced at Zi Shu. One look, and she sneered, "Pretty good act."
Yu Yu: "?"
Catching Yu Yu's gaze, Shang Wei's narrow eyes crinkled with a smile. "Her face sells it, but her movements need to match. Don't you think her steps are too steady?"
Shang Wei: "Look at the angle she's picked, tsk."
Yu Yu looked up. She instantly guessed Zi Shu's plan. Honestly, they'd used this trick plenty of times—Zi Shu was practically married to it. Use the terrain if it's there. Zi Shu was a master at it, so…
Zi Shu had retreated to the edge, teetering. The crowd's boos were deafening.
Shang Wei watched. "She's not planning to use Charge, is she?"
Yu Yu glanced at her.
Shang Wei smiled back. "Am I right?"
Yu Yu turned away, refusing to give her any attention.
Shang Wei's smile vanished. "Can't Senior show some manners?"
In that split second, Zi Shu faltered and fell off the bridge. The warrior flashed a toothy grin, ready to mock.
[Charge]
"What?!"
Amid gasps, even the NPC on stage looked over. Zi Shu had somehow landed on a floating stone, seizing the moment to launch Charge. Caught off guard, the warrior was knocked off.
Zi Shu's angle was meticulously chosen, her force hitting his waist. He stumbled, instinctively trying to mimic her Charge, but Zi Shu's perfectly timed [Upward Slash] robbed him of leverage.
It all happened in a flash—Zi Shu's calculated masterpiece. The warrior plummeted off the bridge. Falling took time. Zi Shu wiped her sweat, leaning on her sword. Her refined features softened, the cold edge in her eyes fading. Standing quietly on the broken bridge, she exuded a unique beauty.
"Wooo! Zi Shu!!!"
Fuyu bounced up, itching to rush in for a bear hug. Zi Shu stood poised. If it were Yu Yu, she'd probably fake an idle animation, quoting "buying osmanthus with wine" or some nonsense—pure scum. But Zi Shu, like Shu Tu, avoided theatrics… and drawing aggro. Moments later, Wei Zishu stepped out of the map. She exited even before Xiang Qin, thanks to her terrain kill.
"Wei Zishu!!!"
Right away, Fuyu pounced like a monkey. Zi Shu, unprepared, nearly toppled.
"You won! You won! You won!!!"
Fuyu was ecstatic. "Oh yeah! Crush Xiang Qin, crush Xiang Qin, crush Xiang Qin!!!"
Her voice drew Shang Wei and Zhong Ye's attention.
Zhong Ye mocked, "Can't cut it yourself, so you pin hopes on your teammate?"
"Pathetic…"
"Keep gloating! Save your neck—I'll cut it someday!" Fuyu glared.
Zi Shu glanced at Zhong Ye coolly. "Your grace doesn't match your fame."
Zhong Ye didn't bother with Fuyu, saying lazily, "Why bother with grace for a little grasshopper?"
Fuyu nearly climbed the railing, but Zi Shu yanked her back by the collar.
Yu Yu twirled her staff. "What's with the trash talk? Don't forget the team match."
She hooked Shu Tu's neck playfully. "Shu Tu, you won't go easy, right?"
Zhong Ye's face darkened instantly.
Shu Tu: "…I won't. Alright, rest up for the next match."
Zhong Ye stormed off, face grim. Shang Wei, watching her back, shrugged and waited for Xiang Qin.
Yu Yu turned. "Here, Shu Tu's special chicken soup for you! Drink up! It's no good cold."
Wei Zishu hugged the pot, dazed.
"Isn't this too much?"
Shu Tu: "…I thought so too, but Yu Yu added too much water. I could only salvage it."
Yu Yu: "…Why'd you rat me out?"
Shu Tu: "I said one bowl of water. You used a soup basin."
Yu Yu whined, "It was the only bowl nearby!"
Their topic veered off. Zi Shu took a sip with a big porcelain spoon.
She instinctively praised, "So good. Shu Tu, you could be a chef."
Shu Tu turned, modest. "I'm far from it."
Zi Shu: "I can't finish this. Want some?"
Yu Yu: "Nah, I'm still full from lunch. Too stuffed, I'll lose focus."
Fuyu rubbed her belly. "I could eat… Maybe fight someone to burn it off?"
Just then, Yu Yu's eyes flicked over.
?
Clear, striking green eyes, flaxen hair in a ponytail. Wasn't that the Wind Singer?
The woman sensed Yu Yu's gaze instantly and approached.
Yu Yu raised a hand. "Hey, want some chicken soup?!"
Zi Shu and the others looked over. The crowd was thick. The green-eyed woman stepped lightly, soaring over the audience's heads. The black-robed spellcaster on stage shot up. Seeing her land, he sat back, disappointed.
"Chang Yu?!"
Chang Yu waved brightly. "Had a tiny hiccup, but I made it out!"
"Has Zi Shu's match started? It's not over, right?"
"I wanna see you take warrior first!"
The Wind Singer was about to leave but glanced at Zi Shu.
Wei Zishu, sipping soup, said, "Not yet. Once Xiang Qin's out, it's the final."
Yu Yu: "Wind Singer, long time no see!"
Wind Singer: "?"
Are we close?
She glanced at Yu Yu, barely humoring her. "Hi."
"Want soup? It's great!"
The Wind Singer caught the aroma, a scent she'd never known…
But.
Her green eyes were cool, rejecting firmly, "No need."
She instructed Yu Yu, "This kid jumped the moat and nearly drowned. If I hadn't passed by…"
"…So keep an eye on her."
"With such a frail Constitution," her tone dripped disdain, "just stick to proper paths."
Chang Yu gave an awkward laugh.
Yu Yu didn't let up. "Senior, seen the paper? I apologized to the puppy. Did you read it?"
The Wind Singer's expression softened, nodding slightly. "I saw. You're better than those troublemakers, at least not stirring chaos…"
She seemed to hold a grudge against spellcasters, her complaints flowing freely. To her, spellcasters were Silver Moon's street tyrants, up to no good. Only state officials could set fires, but commoners couldn't light lamps—their crimes were endless.
A spellcaster drifted over, voice eerie. "Got a big problem with the magic circle?"
The Wind Singer nodded without hesitation.
The spellcaster flipped through a book. "Just now, you flew illegally. Remember?"
Wind Singer: "…"
Her green eyes flicked to the spellcaster, then Yu Yu, concluding, "Like her."
Yu Yu: "…"
The trio: "…"
Talk about leading by example. Yu Yu was speechless.
"Senior, want soup? It's great."
The spellcaster clearly knew of Yu Yu, agreeing instantly, "Sure."
She said, "Meng said your food's tasty. Even the Grand Archon loves it. I'm curious…"
Yu Yu logged off and hauled another pot. "Hehe, made too much. Zi Shu can't finish."
As the spellcaster took a bowl, Yu Yu added, "The Wind Singer saved my friend. She stepped over heads to get here—not really flying…"
The spellcaster was already spooning soup, eyes squinting contentedly. "…Hmph, finding fault with her is too easy. She breaks the law daily."
The Wind Singer, about to leave, stopped, arms crossed, face cold. "The magic circle's the real blight on Silver Moon."
"Obsessed with luxury, bullying commoners, suppressing other classes…"
She ranted, but the spellcaster sipped soup gleefully. The Wind Singer fumed, her green eyes darkening, flaxen hair practically bristling.
The spellcaster: "Keep talking. Goes great with soup."
The Wind Singer? Everyone knew her.
A notorious troublemaker.
The spellcaster: "Got more? I'll take some for my colleagues."
Yu Yu: "…Plenty."
The Wind Singer sat. "Where's mine?"
The spellcaster raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say no? I heard you loud and clear."
Eavesdropping, confirmed.
Wind Singer: "I'll drink."
Yu Yu: "There's enough, don't worry."
She lugged yet another pot. Zi Shu hadn't finished half her pot, and seeing Yu Yu haul more, she was stunned.
"How much water did you add?!"
Yu Yu pretended not to hear.
Shu Tu sighed. "She said one bowl, but what do you think?"
Even the spellcaster and Wind Singer caught the issue.
They glanced at Yu Yu in unison.
Yu Yu smiled, innocent as a lamb.
She loved soup, but whenever she asked Shu Tu to add water, Shu Tu refused, stingy as ever.
This time, Shu Tu wasn't around, so Yu Yu added just a tad more… just a bit…
Chang Yu grabbed a small bowl, lips glossy from sipping.
Soon, the air was thick with chicken soup's aroma. Everyone sipped, feeling refreshed, friendship levels rising.
The spellcaster sighed, "No wonder Meng can't stop raving. It's really this good."
"Ever thought of selling food?"
Yu Yu's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes! I opened a teahouse-café-restaurant!"
The spellcaster blinked, then brushed it off. "Where? I'll swing by."
Yu Yu: "Dandelion District, Roland Street, Number 2!"
"Roland?" The spellcaster gave her an odd look. "Got it."
She left with bags, looking satisfied.
The Wind Singer mused, "I've seen this 'chicken' species in the Fallen District. Burned into soup, it's this tasty?"
Yu Yu broke a cold sweat. "Better not. Our chickens and yours seem… different…"
The Wind Singer recalled the three-headed monster and agreed. "Very delicious. Thanks for the treat."
Yu Yu waved happily. "Come back next time! I'd love to have you as a guest."
Softened by the meal, the Wind Singer's green eyes curved slightly. "I will."
She stepped over the crowd's heads again. This time, the spellcaster didn't care—she was gone too. Compared to Zi Shu's feast, Xiang Qin, as before, sipped water and rested against a wall, eyes closed.
Zi Shu and Xiang Qin's match began. Xiang Qin was far more courteous than Zhong Ye, nodding politely when they met on stage. As they entered the map, Yu Yu focused. The terrain was… a snowy mountain… lake?
Snowflakes fell, and the summer heat vanished, plunging them into winter's chill. Snow buried their iron boots. They appeared on opposite sides of the lake. Not an ideal setting—both struggled to adapt. The lake was frozen, the ice seemingly thick. Like Zhong Ye, Xiang Qin's appearance was striking.
She stretched, nodded to Zi Shu. "Do your best."
Zi Shu, mentally prepared, was surprised by her friendliness and smiled. "I will."
But the next second—
[Charge]
The snow mountain's chill seemed to vanish. Their fight was ferocious. Zi Shu was clearly outmatched. Despite Xiang Qin's calm, gentle demeanor, her combat was ruthless and precise, overwhelmingly dominant.
Her looks could deceive—chasing a goose two blocks relied on raw passion, not finesse. Coincidentally, Yu Yu was the one chased by that goose, also for two blocks. Her combat prowess was evident. But Zi Shu had her strengths. She'd mastered the NPC-taught fundamentals.
Lacking experience, she had no preconceptions. With her nerdy nature, if fundamentals were scored out of 100, Zi Shu had analyzed and drilled them to at least 80.
And that seemed enough.
Xiang Qin wasn't as polished in basics. Though Zi Shu struggled early, she adapted to Xiang Qin's style, stabilizing the fight. The NPC's teachings were practical—break them down, and they countered any attack.
If you could react, you could use them. It wasn't obvious before, but as she clashed with Xiang Qin, it hit everyone. Why did they fight like guards?
Why were their stances so textbook?
Was that stuff actually useful????
Players were stunned. Zi Shu and Xiang Qin kept battling. Xiang Qin hadn't ignored fundamentals, blending them with her skills and habits. For a moment, neither could gain the upper hand.
The high-tier warrior on stage, a Silver Moon official, clad in heavy armor, didn't leave. Seeing their textbook stances, he felt like spotting two swans among ducks—his ears rang with clarity. What were those other outsiders fighting like?
Two dogs in a pit fought better. A seasoned soldier, even with worse stats, could rout them. Yu Yu, watching the screen, mused. Zi Shu was impressive. First time gaming, and she was going toe-to-toe with Xiang Qin. Partly because Eternal Darkness was new, but her talent was undeniable. In the past, Zi Shu would've been a superstar rookie, snatched up by top teams.
Fuyu scratched her head. "How long they gonna fight?"
Shu Tu, calmest, said, "They're minimizing Constitution drain, barely using skills."
Fuyu: "Yeah, it's like a soulslike—endless parries and blocks, flexing hard."
Where were the skills?
Player skills?
Were they practicing technique?!
Yu Yu: "Low-tier warrior skills are basic, mostly physical attack boosts, nothing special."
"Those attacks can be mimicked with regular swings."
"Zi Shu faked an [Upward Slash] with finesse, didn't she?"
"She said she calculated the angle forever," Fuyu muttered. "She's crunching numbers mid-fight?"
Yu Yu: "Skills burn too much Constitution. Against weaklings, they end fights fast."
"But not Xiang Qin," Yu Yu watched the screen. "She can parry with stance, nullifying skills, and they're too costly."
"Whoever uses a skill now falls behind."
"Xiang Qin can trade Constitution for pressure. A bit more, and she'll force skill trades, wearing her opponent down."
"She's done it before," Yu Yu ignored Zhong Ye and Shang Wei's heavy stares. "Xiang Qin's a calculating type. She knows her Constitution inside out."
Coincidentally, Zi Shu was gifted too. They were evenly matched.
Shu Tu nodded, smiling rare. "Zi Shu's amazing."
Holding her own against Xiang Qin from the start, despite Eternal Darkness leveling player advantages, making them equal before NPCs.
Still, they shone.
Half a day later.
Fuyu yawned. "Aren't they tired? Their Constitution's insane."
"Health's still a third full," Fuyu's yawn brought tears. "Aren't they impatient?"
"I'd be freaking out…"
Zhong Ye glanced, scoffing.
Shu Tu: "Patience matters."
Yu Yu: "It's about time."
Zi Shu was holding up, but Yu Yu could see Xiang Qin's energy flagging.
Not Constitution—mental stamina.
Her rest was far worse than Zi Shu's. Though both paced their Constitution, seeming equal, Zi Shu entered fresh, while Xiang Qin was slightly worn.
Over time, that spelled trouble.
Zi Shu, steady as a mountain, showed no cracks, her energy clearly outpacing Xiang Qin's. Yu Yu's efforts paid off—chugging [Calm Mind] potions, napping post-soup, Chang Yu's guardian buffs—Zi Shu nearly slept herself to death, a deep slumber.
So…
"Whoa, what's Xiang Qin doing?"
Xiang Qin's attacks surged fiercely. A heavy blow broke Zi Shu's guard, a follow-up slash came, and a close-range [Charge] knocked Zi Shu down. Xiang Qin pressed her weight, sword thrusting. If it hit, Zi Shu was done, if not dead.
Luckily, Zi Shu was ready, rolling calmly to dodge, using [Stomp] to rise. Her iron boots crushed the snow, flakes flying, some dusting Xiang Qin's brow. Her eyes stayed low, calm as water, unlike Zhong Ye's ferocity.
[Berserk]
Her gaze remained steady, but Berserk's activation tinged her eyes red. Gasps filled the arena, awed by the display. Berserk, a unique warrior skill, triggered a temporary frenzy based on Constitution, with a weakness period after.
A finisher, essentially.
Post-Berserk, Xiang Qin's Strength, attack speed, and pain tolerance spiked.
A comprehensive boost.
"Why isn't Zi Shu using Berserk?"
Yu Yu: "Every second she delays, her Berserk outlasts Xiang Qin's. Later is better."
"But she's not gonna hold!"
Yu Yu fell silent. Battlefields shifted fast—calculations didn't guarantee victory. If Xiang Qin landed a fatal blow pre-Berserk, Zi Shu's timing wouldn't matter.
If Zi Shu used Berserk and gained a time gap but couldn't capitalize before her own weakness, they'd be back to a stalemate.
It was a gamble, and dangerous. Yu Yu avoided warriors for this reason. She wasn't hot-blooded. She'd probably lie down mid-swing.
"Trying the same trick?" Zhong Ye finally spoke.
Zi Shu was heading for the lake, gliding across the ice. Xiang Qin [Charged], and they tumbled together.
[Berserk]
Zi Shu's refined features took on a bloody hue, veins bulging on her slender wrist. Instead of striking Xiang Qin, she smashed the ice beneath her.
"Whoa!"
The crowd screamed.
…Zi Shu's hand didn't break, but the ice cracked like a web. Xiang Qin reacted, using [Stomp] as if crazed. Zi Shu glanced up, her eyes still calm. Xiang Qin was terrifying, living up to her fame. From start to finish, her emotions barely wavered—calm, meticulous.
As her opponent, Zi Shu felt suffocating pressure. But she wasn't one to mess with.
Zi Shu softened her sharp gaze, smiling politely. "My turn."
Berserk on, she fought back. Earlier, she'd been beaten, rolling in snow, hair soaked, coughing blood.
Now, Berserk leveled the field.
Their relentless blows finally shattered the ice.
"Zi Shu!"
"Xiang Qin?"
Fuyu and Zhong Ye spoke simultaneously.
Fuyu's voice brimmed with worry, eyes glued to the screen.
Zhong Ye's call was reflexive, her expression cold.
The screen lost them.
They'd fallen into the lake, leaving only splashing water and occasional bubbles.
Shang Wei chuckled. "Brave souls, diving into an ice lake in this weather. I'd freeze dead."
Shu Tu glanced. "Is that what a teammate says?"
Yu Yu scoffed. "She's always spouting hot air."
Shang Wei looked at Shu Tu innocently. "Captain's gone, and you're still scolding me?"
Yu Yu: "Dance in Xiang Qin's face—see if she smacks you."
Did anyone think Xiang Qin was mild-tempered?
Once she started, even Shu Tu couldn't hold her back.
Ruthless, silent—once decided, she'd see it through.
If she wanted to fight, Shu Tu and crew combined couldn't stop her.
Yu Yu glanced at Zhong Ye lightly. "Xiao Ye knows from experience."
Because Zhong Ye was the one beaten. Instead of learning good, she mimicked Shang Wei—pulling cables, doxxing.
Doxxing anyone but Xiang Qin. Karma came swift and hard.
Zhong Ye's face darkened. "Yu Yu, feeling cocky?"
"Think you'll never leave Silver Moon?"
Yu Yu paused, pondering. Would the magic circle care about player PvP?
If a rogue ambushed and killed her, would the magic circle seek justice?
"Go ahead and try." Yu Yu's lips curved.
Ambushing a magic circle spellcaster?
Blood Clan got tossed into the Enforcement Office. Could Azure Waves get wiped out too?
The thought made Yu Yu want to orchestrate it herself. Wanna die? What to do?!
Maybe test the Grand Archon later…?
If it worked, she'd solve these pests for good. Wow!
Seeing her smile, Shang Wei warned, "She's a spellcaster, cozy with magic circle NPCs. Don't mess around."
She paused, her narrow eyes gleaming. "But once I'm free, kill her—I don't care."
Zhong Ye: "…"
Shu Tu: "…"
Yu Yu: "…"
Moments later, Yu Yu laughed. "What a duo. Azure Waves's got nine lives."
For a moment, they were speechless.
Zhong Ye looked away. "Tch, she lost."
Xiang Qin had exited, sitting on the steps, pale, hand on her neck, listening for a while.
She glanced at Zhong Ye, no urge to explain.
Shu Tu: "…"
Zi Shu floated up, just her head above water, eyes closed.
She'd passed out, looking pitiful.
But not dead.
So Xiang Qin lost.
What happened underwater?
Yu Yu could only ask Zi Shu later—Xiang Qin wouldn't talk.
Zhong Ye: "What happened down there?"
Xiang Qin, recovering, walked shakily down the steps and left.
"Zi Shu! Zi Shu!"
Unlike Xiang Qin, Zi Shu emerged unconscious.
Yu Yu panicked, rushing over. "Chang Yu, Chang Yu, cast heals!"
Shu Tu sighed, her expression complex.
After a pause, she looked at Zi Shu. "Is it phantom drowning? Need CPR?"
"Who's doing it?" Fuyu looked up.
Shu Tu mused, "If you don't mind, Banban…"
"I mind…" Zi Shu, eyes still shut, rasped weakly.
Fuyu, seeing her awake, shook her excitedly. "Nerd, nerd, you're first! You outlasted Xiang Qin! How are you so badass? Were you secretly studying at night?!"
Zi Shu crawled up slowly, touching her neck. "…Her, ugh, luck, I guess."
"I put a point in Constitution. Outlasted her a bit."
After leveling, she couldn't boost Strength, so she'd added Constitution before the fight.
If anything, it was luck or Constitution's credit.
The underwater fight still haunted her.
Xiang Qin was terrifying.
How was someone's will that strong?
In that dim, suffocating, death-laced chaos, swords gone.
Fearing sinking, they shed armor, fought to surface, and pushed each other down.
In the dark frenzy, neither surfaced.
Her win was pure luck.
Yu Yu: "Don't sell yourself short. Matching Xiang Qin like that is your strength."
Zi Shu, sheepish, said, "It's Eternal Darkness's doing—your past experience didn't apply, so I could catch up."
Shu Tu: "You're too modest."
Fuyu pulled Zi Shu up. "What's the warrior first-place reward?!"
Her eyes sparkled, then she froze. "Wait, why am I the only one not first?"
Zi Shu nodded gravely. "Yup, just you."
Fuyu: "…"
"I'll kill Zhong Ye!!!" She clenched her fists, fuming.
The high-tier warrior asked, "House or mount?"
Zi Shu looked up. "Mount?"
Warrior: "You didn't think warriors walk, did you?"
"Silver Moon has a cavalry regiment and dedicated pastures," he said matter-of-factly. "Usually, you'd need mid-tier and a Silver Moon test for this, but it's the Crown's reward…"
Zi Shu glanced at Yu Yu.
Yu Yu got her meaning instantly. "Got a bed for you. Pick freely."
Zi Shu turned back. "I want the mount!"
Fuyu, envious to tears, wailed, "What'd Zhong Ye get?!"
High-tier warrior: "Leave an address. Await notice."
Seeing Yu Yu's elegant handwriting, especially the address…
The warrior looked at Yu Yu oddly. "You live on Roland Street?"
Yu Yu: "…Yeah."
The warrior warmed up. "I'll take you there myself. First-place mounts come from the inner circle—you wouldn't know which beasts are top-tier!"
Fuyu: "What's the rogue first-place reward?"
The warrior thought. "Something about taking her on an assassination mission… Not sure."
He stood tall, confident. "Rogues? Against warriors, they're nothing. Don't sweat them."
Fuyu: "?"
Zi Shu nodded, agreeing. Fuyu was indeed countered hard—low damage, fragile, easily grabbed. With that settled, the tournament paused briefly. They needed to process their gains and log off to rest.
The next day.
Yu Yu, carrying a fresh pot of chicken soup and rice bowls, went to report her success to Senior.
Stepping in, her nose itched.
Wanna… sneeze QAQ
Felix looked up, nose twitching. "What's this?"
"Chicken soup!"
"Rice bowls!"
Seeing the stuffy, windowless office, Yu Yu suggested tactfully, "Senior, wanna step out for air?"
"No."
Felix refused flatly, swiftly taking the pot and bowl.
Yu Yu: "I'd love for Senior to visit my place."
Felix hesitated. "…Alright."
Yu Yu: "Senior, did the Grand Archon—that scu… I mean, did Her Excellency say how the team match works?"
Felix: "She did."
"What? Really?"
Felix sipped soup contentedly. "No rush. At least ten days to prep. Not a standard match—likely a task."
"You can digest your rewards meantime."
Yu Yu: "?"
She's not being scummy for once?
Felix looked up. "By the way, why didn't you tell me you went to the Enforcement Office with them?"
Yu Yu scratched her head. "I didn't know the Grand Archon would suddenly task me. I didn't expect a high-tier spellcaster to whisk me there."
"Senior, you don't know—the Enforcement Office is so grim. Corpses in pieces, intestines spilling, blood squelching underfoot…"
Felix kept sipping, unfazed. "Mm, fair enough."
Yu Yu left satisfied, agreeing with Senior to visit tomorrow morning.
She planned to search—if it's really a wolf pup, what would it like?
Ribs?
Sweet or savory?
Ugh, dilemmas.