Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 424 - 299: Pretending Nothing Happened_2

Chapter 424: Chapter 299: Pretending Nothing Happened_2

"With things like this, I might be giving up too much... Although my eldest cousin is very wealthy and his personality is, well, okay, I guess. He just stays home playing games every day and doesn’t seem like the type to cheat."

"What... what? Games are more fun than a wife..."

"What does that mean!"

Han Xiaoyue was incensed by this reality and ran downstairs in her pink slippers to cook...

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It’s hard to say how much time had passed.

Wang Hao awoke once more from his sleep, finally hiding the bright light within his pupils.

Some things, a bit murky and vague, seem to have been forgotten or perhaps buried deep within memory, or maybe... one could only pretend to be oblivious.

A girl with long straight black hair in a plaid shirt was sitting beside him playing on her phone, a bowl resting on the bedside table.

"You’re awake? Are you hungry? The porridge is still warm."

"Hug me," said Wang Hao, just roused from sleep, stretching out his arms wanting to confirm his reality.

Han Xiaoyue reflexively bounced off the bed and said irritably, "Hey, brother complex, you’re so old and still asking for hugs, how on Earth am I supposed to get married like this?"

"Heh, I really am back in reality!"

Wang Hao was very pleased with this outcome and retracted his ’claws’: "I knew you haven’t changed, still coveting my wealth in secret. What’s wrong with a hug? Could it be that you’ve found a boyfriend?"

"No boyfriend, no time, and no interest," Han Xiaoyue rolled her eyes, "I’m always concerned with the major issues of the world."

"Am I sick?" Wang Hao felt his forehead, which was a bit warm.

Han Xiaoyue thought to herself, sick my ass, you’ve nearly ground away the very Way itself.

"Cold, fever, runny nose, you’ve been sleeping through it all, and the eleven-day holiday has passed... what’s today’s date?"

"An entire holiday spent caring for you at home."

Wang Hao glanced at the date on the phone; it clearly stated: October 10th!

"I’ve actually slept for a full 10 days? You must have dosed me with a knockout drug, intending to harm me!"

Seeing his wretched demeanor, Han Xiaoyue realized he was still the same neurotic, suppressing his more brutal nature, and chuckled, "Yes, yes, I coveted your beauty and wealth, did drop knockout drug, but then I had a change of heart and quickly drank this mesmerizing soup to send you on your way."

Old Wang tasted the "longan lotus seed eight-treasure porridge" which was still warm. It was smooth, slightly sweet, with a mix of job’s tears and dry fruit – the flavor was quite good. Even if it was enchanting soup, he was resigned to it.

Soon, he cleaned out the bowl.

A fascinating world, a bowl of porridge, and some fun bickering with his cousin filled his heart with a sense of happiness.

In a dull world, even with thoughts capable of destroying and creating worlds, it still seemed so uninteresting.

"I had several long dreams, one about the Game. The character ’Qiu Yuan’ from ’Mountain and Sea Realm’ was so pitiful, it stirred sympathy."

"Do you think a person’s feelings are limited?"

"They probably are limited," replied Han Xiaoyue. "A child can be happy all day over a trivial matter, but as adults, it’s not so easy to feel joyful; the same goes for love, the first one always feels sweet, the more you have, the more indifferent you become."

"So now you’re the Empress of the Sea, raising a whole ocean of fish?" Wang Hao jested, "Haven’t played ’Mountain and Sea Realm’ for days, I’ve accumulated quite a bit of the Power of Illusion, ready for a good time. My novel hasn’t been updated for over ten days either, I bet the group members think I’ve castrated myself."

Mid-sentence, Wang Hao suddenly paused.

In the Dream, a "Buddha" appeared and directly awakened the ’human pig’ ’Qiu Yuan Monk’."

"The Buddha" was actually me?

In that novel of his, he couldn’t write it like that, otherwise, it would smell of deus ex machina.

How could he write it better?

Like this: he could write that some special Strange Objects were used, which enabled ’Qiu Yuan Monk’ to successfully wake up and be revived... that wouldn’t be abrupt at all.

He continued to reminisce: "Then there was the second dream, which was very long, with someone constantly murmuring in my mind about reconstructing a more perfect world. That more rational version of me, like a robot that had lost its humanity, only thought about contending with mountains of crap. Rebuilding the world, isn’t that much the same as rewriting a program? From one pile of crap to another, that’s all."

"I think, maybe I’ve used up most of my emotions, and will ultimately become a robot?"

Han Xiaoyue was creeped out by his words and waved her small hand in front of his eyes: "Are you okay, don’t you need to go to the Hospital for a check-up?"

"No need, I feel quite spirited, and my appetite was good today, another bowl of eight-treasure porridge please!"

Wang Hao stretched and faced the beautiful sunshine, yawning, "Actually, I’ve figured it out, there’s no such thing as perfection in the world, it’s always progressing bit by bit. Besides, there are people here I care about, I can’t just restart everything."

"I kept nagging, and he got tired of my nagging and backed off... In reality, he is me too, I can understand his thoughts."

"Such a nerve-racking dream."

"Of course, the most important thing is my cousin hasn’t married or had children yet, I really can’t rest easy about that!"

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