Chapter 22 The Wild Confession
They started arguing again.
The gold-rimmed-glasses man scolded angrily, "Can you have some dignity? She's a ghost anomaly, a ghost anomaly, you understand? Do you still want to return to the real world?"
The black-skinned Husband looked down at me.
He rubbed the top of my head, his eyes full of gentleness as he said it was fine not to go back.
The gold-rimmed-glasses man sneered, "Just for a ghost anomaly whose memory is so bad it's like she has Alzheimer's?"
The black-skinned Husband got unhappy. "You can curse me, but why say that about her?"
The gold-rimmed-glasses man kicked the coffee table flying. "What did I say wrong? Huh, what did I say wrong? As long as you have the Work Badge, you can get into her bed. Today you can, tomorrow I can, the day after another player can. What about her is worth your true feelings?"
The wild black-skinned man punched his glasses off.
"Watch your damn mouth."
The gold-rimmed-glasses man revealed a pair of cold phoenix eyes.
The corners of his mouth hooked into a mocking smile. "Did I say anything wrong?"
The wild black-skinned man exploded. "What do you know.
What does a young master like you know. We're just your teammates, not your subordinates.
One of us was an orphan abandoned by family and almost starved to death.
The other is a worthless punk who almost died on the streets.
Only you were born with a damn silver spoon as the heir to a hundred-billion group.
You're a real-world player. You don't lack love.
There are plenty of people willing to love you. "
"But this is the first time I feel loved."
"This damn game has been played for a damn year, and I'm almost going crazy, okay. No matter how much I earn, I'm worried about being chopped into mincemeat tomorrow."
"Only on the night when I'm her Husband do I sleep the most comfortably."
"She loves me. I can feel that she loves me."
"I don't want to play anymore."
"I'm fed up with this damn life and this damn game."
A long silence followed.
The gold-rimmed-glasses man picked up the fallen glasses and put them back on.
He also regained his gentlemanly appearance. "But she's a ghost anomaly. Only four days left in the seven-day Instance, so you still have three nights to accompany her. But on the last day you either clear the Instance and go home or die in the Instance. You have no choice."
"Your story is destined to have no ending."
The gold-rimmed-glasses man stopped there.
When he said those words, his voice sounded pained too.
He considered himself much more rational than his teammates.
He would weigh the pros and cons.
"The ending isn't set, so we keep going." The wild black-skinned man suddenly spoke up.
"Whatever."
The two prepared to start today's task with sullen faces.
But when they turned around.
They saw the sportswear boy holding the Work Badge in his left hand and pulling the pretty ghost anomaly's hand with his right toward his face. "Didn't you say you like me the most? Look at my face. Remember me, okay?"
Damn.