Chapter 93 – This Person Is Dead

When Fang Zheng saw this question, he was momentarily stunned before realizing what Your Sister was worried about. From the little girl’s perspective, the Ghost Server and Five Peaks Pavilion were probably considered rivals. As a member of the Ghost Server, she was clearly favoring the other side by teaching them the core technique of cliff jumping, so naturally, she wanted to report it to her organization.

Fang Zheng couldn’t help but smile—his teammates were so adorable~\(≧▽≦)/~

[Whisper] Milk is Mom: Are you sure he can learn it?

[Whisper] Drink Your Sister 3X: He said he definitely can’t, so I want to log into his account and do it for him.

What an honest boyfriend=_=

[Whisper] Drink Your Sister 3X: Commander, is that okay?

Your Sister asked again, this time much more cautiously than before.

Fang Zheng tilted his head and thought for a moment before typing—

[Whisper] Milk is Mom: Girl, why do you play games?

Your Sister didn’t understand why the topic shifted here but answered honestly—

[Whisper] Drink Your Sister 3X: To figure out why this is so fun.

[Whisper] Milk is Mom: And have you figured it out now?

[Whisper] Drink Your Sister 3X: Uh, I think I kinda get it. I like grinding, running dungeons, and doing quests with you guys.

[Whisper] Milk is Mom: Why do you like it?

[Whisper] Drink Your Sister 3X: Because it’s fun.

[Whisper] Milk is Mom: Exactly. The whole point of gaming is to have fun. So do whatever makes you happy!

[Whisper] Drink Your Sister 3X: Commander~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Whisper] Milk is Mom: Who the hell taught you to use so many tildes?!

[Whisper] Drink Your Sister 3X: You did.

[Whisper] Milk is Mom: ……

Your Sister spent the entire afternoon on this quest.

Perhaps her skills had dulled after a night’s rest, but Drink Till You Drop ended up dying over ten times. Every time he died, the Blood Warrior’s XP bar would drop a chunk. After multiple deaths, Your Sister started feeling guilty—something she never felt before even when she made him do all sorts of tasks. For some reason, watching the XP bar drop stung her. Maybe it was because she knew how hard-earned that XP was. After a while, every time he died, she would rush to an open-world map to grind until she made up for the lost XP before returning to the cliff. This cycle repeated until Drink finally blew the horn, by which time the sunset had painted half the sky red.

Most of the Ghost Server Legion members were already online—some grinding, others running dungeons—all with the same goal: leveling up.

After yesterday’s battle, the Ghost Server Legion already had the highest average level in Huaxia Summit. Countless warriors were stuck at the cliff, while they had smoothly broken through Level 69 and were striding confidently toward the grand hall of Level 70.

The moment Your Sister helped Drink blow the horn, he reached Level 69. Neither completing the quest nor leveling up counted as special events, so only players nearby would see the system announcement. However, Drink was a big shot, and the cliff was crowded with players still stubbornly jumping. Thus, his success and level-up still drew a lot of attention.

Congratulations poured in—some in [Local], some in [Whisper]—fully showcasing Drink’s popularity.

Your Sister was happy too, so she patiently replied to each message on Drink’s behalf.

“Aren’t you done with the quest? Why aren’t you logging off?” Your Uncle, who had been waiting for his comrade-in-arms to return, asked over YY after seeing Drink’s character standing motionless.

“I still need to Town Portal. You think I’m just gonna leave the account here?” Your Sister snapped.

Though her tone was sharp, the joy in her voice was unmistakable. Fang Zheng teased her on purpose: “Hey, why are you so happy about helping Drink complete the quest? You didn’t act like this after helping the rest of us yesterday. Ghost Server Legion Rule #1: No prioritizing romance over friendship!”

“Rule?” Your Uncle thought about it seriously. “Do we even have rules?”

The commander conceded defeat: “You are indeed my uncle.”

“I’m not happy because the quest is done,” Your Sister suddenly said. “I’m happy because there’s finally something I’m better at than him.”

Well, that statement carried a lot of implications… and reeked of juicy gossip.

The Ghost Server comrades stayed silent, but their ears perked up in YY. Your Sister didn’t wait for questions and just spilled everything: “You guys don’t know this, but Yang Yi is an incredibly amazing guy. When we were kids playing in the neighborhood, he was never caught in hide-and-seek. When he was ‘it,’ he’d find everyone. He could win a whole box of marbles with just one. Later, when the boys stopped playing with him, he joined us girls in jump rope and ended up making the best jumper in our area cry. Even in kindergarten, teachers loved him the most. Whether it was singing, dancing, or recitation, he was always the star performer, and he never disappointed. In elementary school, he was class monitor and school council president. In middle school, he was academic commissioner and P.E. rep, scoring tons of points for his class in sports meets while maintaining the top grades. In high school, he was class monitor again, never dropping out of the top three in his grade, and was the first to become a probationary Party member. He got into university through recommendation, joined the student union as soon as he enrolled, and was offered the position of student union president in his second year. He turned it down, saying he didn’t have time—really, he just wanted to game—but even so, he still aced every exam. That’s just his grades. If you factor in competition bonuses, he’d be miles ahead of the second-place student…”

“Wait,” Fang Zheng couldn’t hold back anymore and interrupted, “Are you sure you’re talking about the Drink Till You Drop we know and not some overpowered protagonist from a romance novel?”

“You think he’s too perfect to be real too, right?”

“All I can say is his parents had great foresight when naming him…”

After recounting Drink’s godly history, Your Sister sighed lightly: “So I’ve always felt pressure around him. After we started dating, it became overwhelming. I mean, he’s got top grades, excels at sports, is handsome—oh, I didn’t mention that earlier, but yeah, he’s handsome—no matter how hard I try, I can’t catch up. Standing next to him, I’m just a country bumpkin next to a rich, handsome prince…”

If the Ghost Server comrades had initially warmed up to Drink because of his tolerance toward Your Sister, they were now itching to turn on him due to his infuriating perfection…

“But now it’s fine!” Your Sister’s tone suddenly brightened again. “Turns out he’s not good at everything. Like this cliff—I taught him countless times, but he just couldn’t get it. So dumb! No wonder he kept making excuses when I asked him to play Audition Online—his fingers just aren’t nimble enough to keep up with the speed! Before, I saw him as this untouchable god. Even though he was patient and let me act spoiled, the more he did, the more distant he felt, and the more I wanted to act out. But not anymore, hehe…”

Because he’s already fallen from the altar =_=

If Drink knew his flawless image had crumbled over a tiny quest, who knows how he’d feel.

Fang Zheng could only offer him his deepest sympathies.

No one spoke in YY, but the sound of furious typing filled the air—everyone was probably privately discussing the fallen god. Your Sister knew this but didn’t mind. It was strange—she couldn’t even share these thoughts with her roommates, yet she’d spilled everything to her Legion comrades, feeling inexplicably lighter afterward.

Refocusing on the Blood Warrior, Your Sister prepared to take him to the Teleport Master for a Town Portal when she noticed two new whispers—

[Whisper] Dancing Flowers: Can I join your Legion?

[Whisper] Dancing Flowers: Not here?

Though reckless, Your Sister knew recruitment decisions rested with the Legion leader. Who knew what Five Peaks Pavilion’s recruitment rules were? She took a screenshot of the whispers, planning to send them to Drink via QQ. But just as she was about to alt-tab, another message arrived—

[Whisper] Dancing Flowers: I’m not a spy, and I’ve never joined any Legion before—you can check if you don’t believe me. I know my request might seem sudden, but we’ve run dungeons together twice. You remember, right? My skills might not be amazing, but they’re not bad either, right?

No, something felt off.

Your Sister narrowed her eyes. The lines “we’ve run dungeons together twice” and “you remember, right?” rubbed her the wrong way. If this person had their own Legion and comrades, why team up with outsiders? And “Dancing Flowers”—was this ID really a dude’s?

They say women’s intuition is strong, but it doesn’t work in every situation.

However, when it comes to detecting homewreckers, it’s as precise as a tailor-made radar.

Sitting up straight and holding her breath, Your Sister channeled her inner god—

[Whisper] Drink Till You Drop: I remember your skills—they’re good. But why the sudden interest in joining a Legion?

[Whisper] Dancing Flowers: I’ve been playing solo for too long and it’s getting boring. I just want to join a group.

[Whisper] Drink Till You Drop: There are so many Legions in Huaxia Summit. Why ours?

[Whisper] Dancing Flowers: Your Legion is big [sticking out tongue]

Your Sister wanted to claw that emoji out of the chat box!!

[Whisper] Drink Till You Drop: That’s it?

[Whisper] Dancing Flowers: Uh, isn’t that enough…?

[Whisper] Drink Till You Drop: Doesn’t seem like a strong reason to me.

[Whisper] Dancing Flowers: Fine, the truth is I just want to join Five Peaks Pavilion. I want to be in the same Legion as you [shy].

Good. Very good. PERFECT.

Now Your Sister could take a screenshot—from start to finish, completely unedited!

[Whisper] Dancing Flowers: Drink?

[Whisper] Drink Till You Drop: This person is dead. Burn paper offerings if you have business.