Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?

Seeing the message that suddenly popped up at the bottom of the chat box, Wen Nan was stunned.

After a few seconds, as if noticing Wen Nan hadn't replied, the other side sent another dry message—

[slave: Master]

Wen Nan laughed.

Imagining the expression on the other side's face whenever they called him "Master," Wen Nan raised his hand and quickly typed back—

[Master-9: How did you know I was editing?]

[Master-9: Spying on me?]

[slave: ...]

Once again envisioning the other side's expression turning dark, Wen Nan found it amusing and couldn't help but send a few more—

[Master-9: You must miss me, right?]

[Master-9: Hmm...]

[Master-9: Let me guess...]

[Master-9: You wouldn't, be running an instance, while having my chat box open, just waiting quietly for me to send you a message, would you?]

[Master-9: How long has this been going on with you?]

[Master-9: This is an illness; it needs treatment]

[Master-9: I tell you, when it comes to dealing with cases like yours, I'm a specialist]

[Master-9: You're in a dangerous state; my initial diagnosis is that you might be suffering from a terminal illness called...]

[Master-9: (voice message)]

After sending such a long message, Wen Nan sent a voice clip, then curled his lips in satisfaction.

Of course, he didn't really believe that Yu Shujun would, as he said, keep his chat box open while doing tasks in a high-level map.

Yu Shujun, being a male maiden, couldn't possibly have intentions towards him in that way.

Wen Nan's current behavior was purely out of boredom, looking for some fun—saying things to annoy the little servant on purpose, thinking about the other person being disgusted by his words but utterly helpless, Wen Nan inexplicably felt very pleased.

Suddenly, he thought he might have a bit of a psychological problem himself.

Sure enough, the other side seemed to have been broken by his words and hadn't replied for a long time.

Wen Nan rested his arms behind his head and hummed a little tune happily.

...

...

On the other side, in a damp, stuffy, dark, and narrow cave, Yu Shujun leaned against a smooth and hard stone wall, staring at the floating chat box in front of him, motionless like a log.

This time, this advanced map was an instance that the Nameless guild had spent considerable resources and effort to finally obtain access to.

The task setting for this instance was simple—

The entire map consisted of tunnels tangled underground like an ant nest.

All players participating in this instance were divided into teams of 1-4, randomly dropped somewhere on the map, and then headed towards the center of the map, the endpoint.

Different places in the tunnels were ambushed by bosses of various star levels, all of which possessed a common skill—transforming players into ghosts.

Players turned into ghosts had only one way to survive—kill all regular players.

And for all regular players to clear the instance, there was only one way—reach the endpoint to get the ultimate treasure chest.

This map was rated as top-level, the most perverse hell difficulty among advanced maps, because of its clearance rate—the ultimate treasure chest was singular, claimable by only one team.

In other words, once this map was opened, either one player team wins with all other players dying, or no player gets the ultimate treasure chest, with all players either dead or turned into ghosts, welcoming the next round of players entering the map as bosses.

This kind of "Battle Royale" map had little technical substance and a low win rate; members of the six major guilds who could autonomously choose map ranges would avoid getting assigned here if possible.

However, the map Yu Shujun entered this time had a very high number of players, nearly full, and over eighty percent were members of the six major guilds.

Evidently, their reason for entering was the same as Yu Shujun's—

The Feng Shui Huan guild released a prophecy among the higher-ups, saying Yu Shoushisan would appear in this map.

The appearance of Yu Shoushisan indicated the drop of the 12th Divine Staff Fragment.

The 12th Divine Staff Fragment was the last unclaimed fragment in the entire game world.

This information was undeniably highly attractive to the six major guilds, to the nine legendary figures, and to Golden-ranked players like Yu Shujun, whose identities hadn't been publicly revealed.

The influx of a large number of advanced players made the map full of crises.

However, the six old foxes of the six major guilds wouldn't get involved personally just for a mere Yu Shoushisan.

Yu Shujun and the Nameless guild were nearly determined to obtain the ultimate treasure chest here.

Of course, the prerequisite being that player Jun Wuming gave his all in the task.

And at this moment, the legendary cold-faced killing star Jun Wuming was staring blankly at a chat box.

Messages popped up one after another.

The last three-second voice message auto-played, the familiar voice of that man, which Yu Shujun hadn't heard for a long time, clearly echoed in the still cave—

"Lovesickness."

Yu Shujun momentarily stopped breathing.

He shouldn't have sent the message first, giving the other side an opportunity to act up.

It had been so long that Yu Shujun almost forgot how that person always took advantage and loved speaking inexplicable words.

With a light tap of his finger, Yu Shujun replied—

[slave: You're deluding yourself]

"Guild Leader! A whole team turned into ghosts by a boss ahead, four players, have been completely wiped out—"

A member clad in black nightwear, wearing a black mask, hurried back to report the battle situation to Yu Shujun.

But halfway through the report, seeing the guild leader's face, she froze, pausing for a moment, incredulously asking:

"Guild Leader...why are you standing here laughing foolishly to yourself?"

In that instant, she unconsciously gripped the hidden weapon in her hand, becoming highly vigilant out of suspicion that the guild leader might be at risk of being turned into a ghost by a boss.

However, the sinister smile on the guild leader's face appeared for only a fleeting moment, quickly suppressed.

The guild leader reverted to his usual "stiff" face, even appearing colder than before, his voice was also much deeper:

"No, you saw wrong."

Saying phrases as briefly as possible, the guild leader straightened up and moved forward with his sword, "Continue advancing."

The member in black remained standing puzzled.

She was very confident in her night vision ability; she couldn't have seen it wrong.

However... she had never seen such a smile on the guild leader's face before.

Why would he stand alone and smile so strangely at a void?

What just happened?