This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 417: Grandpa Said to Draw, But Never Said Randomly

Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Grandpa Said to Draw, But Never Said Randomly

The morning sunlight crept through the gaps in the curtains, falling onto a pair of embroidered eyebrows and a prominent nose bridge.

Fang Chang’s eyelashes twitched as his eyes slowly opened, and he felt a pair of bright eyes watching him.

Upon being discovered, those eyes didn’t look away. Instead, they playfully blinked.

"You sleep so peacefully, without making a sound."

And.

Even pranks didn’t elicit a reaction.

A gentle smile appeared on his relaxed face as Fang Chang reached out and ruffled the fluffy green short hair.

"...When did you wake up?"

"An hour before you did."

With her hands supporting her pale cheeks, Dolly lay on the soft bed, swinging her feet gently, basking in the warmth overhead and narrowing her eyelashes in lazy contentment.

She enjoyed this intimate feeling.

Only he wouldn’t mind the smell of machine oil from her left arm or the slightly distorted left eye.

"Speaking of which, the food here is so cheap... Five large meat buns for just six silver coins, and I also bought some milk. By the way, do you prefer your milk hot or cold?"

"Hmm... It might be better to warm it up with some hot water."

"Got it."

A breeze lifted that patch of emerald green hair, carrying it lightly out of the bedroom. Watching her lively figure retreating, Fang Chang’s lips couldn’t help but curl into a grin.

This was his house in the City of Dawn—a two-story cottage.

It was roughly over 200 square meters with an over 100-square-meter yard in front, situated near the respawn point at Linghu Wetland Park.

As players’ Contribution Levels increased, so did the land they could purchase. Players who entered the game early mostly bought near the park, whereas players after the beta version preferred setting up homes to the north—closer to NPCs and urban save points, offering a thicker atmosphere of fireworks.

Though they rarely resided there themselves, mostly using it as a storage...

Previously, Fang Chang had done the same, so there was hardly any furniture in the house. At first, it was Dolly who cleaned it for him.

The succulent in the pot on the windowsill and the bouquet in the flowerpot were both bought from the market on the night of the festival.

Fang Chang got dressed and, after standing in front of the mirror for a while, headed to the dining room where he saw petite, charming Dolly already sitting at the dining table.

She held an enormous bun, almost too big for her palm, and took a blissful bite.

Players generally had large appetites, and the buns made by the Alliance were also quite large, filling a regular person up by seventy to eighty percent with just one.

The four buns on the table were obviously left for him.

"Haven’t you eaten yet?" Pulling out a chair, Fang Chang sat opposite her.

"I was waiting for you."

Dolly replied naturally, swallowing her food and then brightly adding,

"By the way, are we going out today?"

"Today... I have no missions, I plan to take a day off," Fang Chang smiled, continuing, "Is there anywhere you’d like to go? I can accompany you."

He planned to spend the whole day with her.

"Really?!"

Dolly’s eyes lit up with surprise. However, she quickly discerned something unusual in his eyes and her head dropped, her mood dampening.

Fang Chang was slightly taken aback, about to ask if she was feeling unwell.

Dolly stared at the bun she had bitten into and suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"You... are you going away again?"

Surprised by her sharp intuition, Fang Chang’s Adam’s apple moved, and he nodded lightly.

"Yeah."

He had finally made up his mind to check out the East Coast.

Life only happens once.

That’s the rule in "Wasteland OL."

But after all, this is a game world, and the game world can’t be entirely like the real world, and his ability to resurrect was the best proof.

He didn’t expect to persuade Ah Guang to take the risk of losing his job by changing the game settings for him or to give him a cheat in the backend.

As a professional player, since the problem was encountered in the Game, he resolved it using methods from the Game.

Before logging in, he had read the background material in the Game’s database several times. It indicated that Ideal City on the East Coast possessed mature AI technology.

Referring to the situation of Shelter 101, it should be theoretically feasible to write thoughts onto a circuit board!

He hadn’t thought about turning Dolly into an AI. Virtual life is still life; she might lack a physical body in reality... at least for now, but she was indeed a living person, a resident of this virtual world, entitled to decide how she wanted to live.

However—

This was a tragic world after all.

If... what he meant was if, by some misfortune, she met with an accident, and he wasn’t able to protect her in time, he hoped to at least leave a backup for her on this server, preventing her data from being erased.

One day in the future, when "Wasteland OL" formally opened for global public testing...

He would find that company.

Even if it meant spending all his money, he would buy her data.

He had said he would show her his world...

Which meant more than just the Alliance.

However, Fang Chang hadn’t told Dolly any of this, partly because he didn’t know where to start, and partly because it was clearly written in the Player Manual.

Coincidentally, right after he had resolved to register, he actually drew a ticket to Ideal City.

Such a coincidence almost made him believe it was fate.

Perhaps his plan really had a chance of succeeding...

Dolly asked softly,

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"Is it the frontline?"

Noticing the bright eyes mist over, Fang Chang hurriedly explained.

"No, not the frontline. This time it’s a very safe place, Ideal City."

"Ideal City..." Dolly murmured softly, questioning further, "The one on the East Coast?"

She had heard of that place.

A bustling paradise of lights and revelry, where even the Inner City Nobles longed to visit just once.

Fang Chang nodded lightly.

"Yes, it’s a government assignment."

"That far, huh..." Dolly’s expression turned a bit wistful as she murmured, "I heard it’s over 3000 kilometers..."

"It’s not like we are walking there. 3000 kilometers by plane is very quick, even quicker than going from here to Giant Stone City," said Fang Chang with a smile.

Dolly asked softly,

"When will you come back?"

"Not sure... it could be a few days, or a week, even a month, but not longer than two months," sighed Fang Chang, his eyes shadowed with worry, "and after I come back, I probably won’t be able to stay long... there will be a war again."

Dolly didn’t speak, silently taking a bite of her bun.

Silence lingered between them for a moment.

As Fang Chang hesitated about how to explain further, Dolly suddenly spoke up.

"Go, although I’ll miss you, I don’t want to be your burden... You must have been struggling for a long time before telling me this."

Fang Chang was briefly taken aback, surprised by the clear-eyed girl before him.

Seeing his reaction as if she had read his mind, Dolly’s lips curved slightly, her mood lightening, as she continued in a cheerful voice.

"It seems you still don’t know me well. I’m not the type to cling to you all day. I am a reporter, you know. I have work to do."

Hadn’t she quit?

Fang Chang chose to close his mouth, not pointing out this irrelevant detail.

Dolly, with a playful grin, went on.

"Go, it would be a pity to miss such a great opportunity. Travel more. I heard that Ideal City is much more bustling than Giant Stone City. If you see anything new or strange, you must tell me when you return. Oh, right, remember to take lots of photos, I need them for my reports."

At that point,

Her melodious voice suddenly dropped a few decibels.

"And... although I allow you to leave me alone for a while, I forbid you to fall for someone else outside."

Seeing Dolly, who was feigning nonchalance one moment and the next becoming insecure and vigilant, Fang Chang couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

"Am I that kind of person?"

He admitted that he had previously admired strange dances at the Night Queen Bar, but that was purely out of curiosity and to listen to information.

He could swear to Dog Plan Ah Guang, aside from vain bragging, he has never done anything illegal.

Dolly hmphed softly, making an indifferent expression as she bit into her bun.

"Who knows? Like your good brothers, do they know that beneath your gentle appearance, there actually lies a beast-like heart?"

"Pff—"

Hearing this, Fang Chang almost spurted out a mouthful of milk.

What kind of analogy is that?

Watching her boyfriend cough and wipe his mouth, Dolly, holding a big meat bun, happily curled the corners of her mouth.

"Anyway, if you do something wrong by me, I will..."

Dropping the tissue from his hand, Fang Chang glared "ferociously" at the mischievous one.

"You will?"

Flashing her bright white teeth proudly, Dolly exaggeratedly bit into her bun.

"I’ll bite you to death!"

...

In the distant west.

An endless expanse of sand dunes.

The sky-darkening, flying yellow sand continued to push the two people and a camel along the boundless desert.

The howling Wild Wind lasted for ages before the noisy sandstorm finally dissipated.

However, the torment for the two had not ended.

With no sandstorm to shield them, the furnace-like Sun scorched the earth, seemingly intending to dry up every bit of moisture in the gravel.

Finally unable to walk further, Coleway collapsed onto the scorching desert.

Hearing the noise behind, the Old Soldier turned laboriously and staggered back step by step to lift him from the ground.

"Hey, wake up..."

After shouting for a long time with no response, it seemed he was likely suffering from heatstroke.

Seeing the half-dead man lying on the ground, the Old Soldier found himself in a dilemma.

If this guy dies, his past week of work was for nothing.

What to do?

Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?

Looking at those dried-up, twig-like lips, his Adam’s apple moved, hesitated for a long while, and flat out refused to touch that mouth.

A wave of sadness arose.

Damn it!

Why does Fang Chang get to be lovey-dovey with NPCs every day while I have to drag dead weight?

I’m the one who really needs a scarf!

Damn it...

Suddenly, those "twigs" parted weakly, emitting a feeble syllable.

"Water..."

Hearing that feeble voice, the Old Soldier breathed a sigh of relief and stopped cursing inwardly.

He’s alive, that’s good!

He dragged Coleway to the camel, took down a water flask from its back, shook it to find just a tad left, then unscrewed the cap and brought it to the half-dead man’s lips.

"Here."

Feeling the fresh water at his lips, Coleway’s eyes bulged outward.

Driven by a desire to survive, he instinctively clutched the water bottle with both hands, his veins bulging at his wrists.

The water bottle had only the last sip left, but he swallowed for a long time until there was not a drop left and, feeling disappointed, he shook it and threw it on the ground.

Looking at the Pangolin who had saved him, gratitude filled Coleway’s eyes.

"Thank you..."

Old Soldier shook his head, indicating it was not necessary, and casually picked up the water bottle.

"Can you keep going?"

Coleway stiffly nodded his head.

"I can..."

Old Soldier nodded and turned back to the camel, continuing to lead it by its reins.

The freshwater was gone.

If they couldn’t reach the oasis, they would have to kill the camel...

Half a month ago, the army had suffered a crushing defeat in the Southern River Valley’s Rui Valley City, military organizations were dispersed, and the routed soldiers couldn’t keep track of each other, those who died, those who were injured, those who fled.

Additionally, with the treason at Fallen Leaf Camp, Coleway nearly died amidst the chaos, it was thanks to Pangolin’s help that he successfully escaped from the guns of the Waste Land Wanderers.

This journey had indeed been fraught with misfortune.

Initially, their supplies were sufficient, besides the tough Pangolin, several guards accompanied him.

However, those cunning Waste Land Wanderers, not content with taking over Fallen Leaf Camp, followed them in a truck.

The anti-aircraft machine gun dragged behind the truck rattled off, and to protect him, his guards were turned into sieves by the quadruple anti-aircraft gun.

Luckily, Pangolin acted quickly, grabbing a fallen rifle and firing back, blowing up the truck’s engine, and managed to save them both from certain death.

In this manner, the two narrowly avoided pursuit by the Alliance, finally crossing the borders of River Valley Province and entering into this desert illuminated by Xiaguang.

However, before Coleway could rejoice in their narrow escape, he realized the real nightmare had just begun.

A sandstorm.

A daytime and nighttime temperature difference of nearly 40 degrees.

And wandering through the desert were arthropod aliens, as well as brutally fierce sand bandits and slave hunters... It was said that splinters of the Chew-bone Tribe’s Bear Clan were active in this area.

Fortunately, they encountered a commercial team on the road, and Pangolin bought a camel and some supplies with the dinars awarded by General McLennan. This enabled them to make it this far.

But...

If they couldn’t reach the oasis soon, Coleway felt their journey was also nearing its end.

Looking ahead, which was starting to blur, he gasped lightly and asked,

"How much farther do we have..."

"Not much longer... we should reach the southwest part of Oasis No. 9 before nightfall," Old Soldier unfolded a paper map in his hands and gauged for a while with a compass.

Honestly, it was his first time in Luo Xia Province, without an electronic map, he couldn’t quite pinpoint where they were.

The size of Luo Xia Province was about the same as the Western Region on Earth.

This whole way was covered with sand, other than occasionally spotting a few cactuses, bushes, or clumps of tumbleweed, there was nothing to reference, he could only go roughly in one direction.

He was unsure if they would make it before dark.

However, after hearing the words "not much longer," Coleway, following him, reignited his hope of living, and his staggering steps quickened.

"Thank you... If it weren’t for you, I would have died at the hands of those barbarians by now. When we reach the military camp at Oasis No. 9, I will definitely introduce you to General Griffin!"

Old Soldier’s face showed a simple and honest smile.

"It’s my honor to serve you!"

Looking at the man who stayed loyally by his side, Coleway was moved by his fidelity.

Perhaps...

Not all Waste Land Wanderers were ugly, cunning, deceitful, evil, ignorant, and beyond redemption.

Just like now, that pure soul was shining brightly.

Feeling awkwardly stared at by him, Old Soldier felt a chill, his scalp tingling.

This guy better not be gay...

Just then, a group of cows suddenly appeared on a sand dune ahead.

Unlike the double-headed cows of River Valley Province, these had brown fur, lush hair, only one head, droopy eyelids that looked very docile, and horns as thick as tree trunks on both sides of their heads.

Old Soldier instinctively thought of the Ankela long-horned cows, and upon closer inspection, they did resemble them somewhat, but these were clearly bulkier.

An old man stood in front of the herd, draped in a cloak, bound with cloth strips, adorned with strange jewelry, and shouldering an old-fashioned revolving hunting gun, looking like a local herdsman, his gaze fixed in their direction.

"There’s someone ahead! Must be a local herdsman."

Hearing Pangolin’s voice, Coleway looked up, instinctively tugging at his collar to cover half his face, especially the prominent bridge of his nose.

With the Falcon Kingdom and the Army’s allied forces invading the Lion Kingdom, it wasn’t wise to reveal their identities without knowing if this area was occupied.

Old Soldier discreetly glanced at him.

It seemed that these "great people of Vellante" were somewhat aware of their unwelcome presence here.

Seeing Coleway’s pleading look, Old Soldier didn’t tease him but walked forward with a staggering gait and addressed the herdsman with the hunting gun.

"Friend, we are merchants from River Valley Province, we lost our luggage to Sand Bandits along the way... Could you tell us where we are?"

The old man eyed him for a moment, his expression somewhat suspicious, but ultimately he didn’t ask further. His dry lips moved slightly as he spoke.

"Golden Lizard."

Old Soldier was taken aback, not understanding the term, repeating the syllables.

"Golden Lizard?"

The old man nodded, looking at the young man before him, his expression growing more dubious.

How could merchants who’ve traveled far and wide not have heard of the Golden Lizard?

How did he even get here!

"This is Oasis No. 8, in the northeastern part of Luo Xia Province, under the rule of the Golden Lizard Dynasty. If you plan on heading north to the swamp, just keep going north, you’ll see a mountain range, crossing it will take you out of this desert..."

"Oasis No. 8..." Old Soldier, his eyes glazed with confusion, quickly asked, "How far is Oasis No. 9 from here?"

"Oasis No. 9? If that’s your destination, you’ve strayed quite far. You’d need to head several hundred kilometers to the southwest... from the direction you came, just a bit more to the west."

The old man casually pointed in a direction.

Seeing the bewildered young man, he smiled faintly.

"However, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. There’s a war going on there; it’s not a good time to go... Your accidental arrival here might be the will of the Spirit of the Sand Sea."

Old Soldier swallowed hard.

Turning back now was certainly not feasible.

Several hundred kilometers...

With the little supplies they had, they likely wouldn’t make it halfway before dying on the road.

"We need to replenish our freshwater... May I ask where we can find a water source?"

Noticing his benign appearance, the old man turned and glanced behind at the sandy dunes.

"Just cross that sand dune, and about 1 kilometer ahead, there’s a village. Many merchants pass through there... I was planning to go back anyway; I’ll take you there."

...

Logging out for the day.

Back in the real world, Old Soldier, after removing his helmet, first rushed to the kitchen fridge and grabbed a bottle of ice-cold cola, gulping it down refreshingly.

Only when he nearly choked did he return to his room, sit on his chair, burp, and turn on the computer to log onto the official forum and start a new thread.

"MMP!"

Spring Water Commander: "What’s up, bro?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "I’m freaking out over a covert mission I accepted, it’s killing me!"

Debt Giant Eye: "Damn, you’re still on that mission?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "What else? I’ve come all this way, would be a total waste if I quit now."

Fang Chang: "Is this what they call a sunk cost? (side-eye)"

Night Ten: "But it’s almost mid-July, and you haven’t done anything else on this trip. You’ve walked so far and still haven’t arrived... Isn’t that freaking far?"

Wild Wind: "By 30 kilometers a day, you must’ve walked at least four hundred kilometers."

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "I didn’t just not reach it, I passed it!"

Quit Smoking: "What do you mean you passed it??"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "I don’t even know what this godforsaken place is. The locals call it Oasis No. 8, territory of the Golden Lizard Kingdom... further north lies Luo Xia Province."

To the east, after more than a month’s journey, is the Grand Canyon, while to the north lies the swamp. It’s said that the Wandering Swamp is in that direction.

Old Soldier was tempted to check it out, but unfortunately, Coleway, the dead weight, insisted on returning to report to the Army.

Though the attraction of the new map was not insignificant, the unique hidden missions were indeed more crucial.

Currently, he was working in a mine next to a small town, saving up for his travel expenses. Despite the lack of Silver coins in his account, VM wasn’t usable anyway.

Plus, the locals didn’t accept it.

The universal currency here was the local Golden Lizard Coins, adorned with golden lizards, followed by currency from the Grand Canyon and then the Army’s Dinar.

After sharing his painful experiences, besides everyone’s sympathy, admiration inevitably followed.

Walking through the desert for almost half a month...

That determination was truly impressive!

Spring Water Commander, "Awesome! You’ve set a record opening the map!"

Construction Site Youth and Brick, "Indeed... Has anyone ever traveled that far?"

Canyon Escaping Mole, "No way, wait a couple of days and watch me fly to the Province of Yúnjiānxíng, breaking records with 3000 kilometers, reaching in a day! (smirk)"

Spring Water Commander, "Holy crap! Has the prize been drawn?!"

Edge Shoveling, "Did you actually win it?!"

Canyon Escaping Mole, "I’ll scout ahead for you guys, see what Ideal City really looks like, don’t worry, I’ll bring back photos. (smirk)"

Old Soldier nearly spit out his soda from laughter as he read the message on the screen.

Traveling 3000 kilometers in a day.

Damn it!

Better left unsaid, it just made him angry.

Debt Giant Eye, "Wait, weren’t there two plane tickets? Who got the other one?"

Night Ten, "Aside from Brother Guang’s number one bootlicker, who else could it be? (smirk)"

The news broke.

Instant uproar in the comments.

Elena, "Damn it! Why wasn’t my deep-fried mantis chosen? Am I not worthy?"

Gnome King Riches, "I’ll make it up to you. (smirk)"

Teng Teng, "I’m crying, wasn’t the version answer supposed to be maid outfits? QAQ"

Tail, "Hey hey hey? Can’t Si Si’s black stockings work?!!! ∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ"

Si Si, "...?"

Spring Water Commander, "Damn, this is definitely rigged!"

I Max Black, "You have the nerve to talk about rigging!"

Spring Water Commander, "... (sweating)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group, "@#%***!"

Same official website, same bottle of Coke...

Different worlds.

Sitting in front of the computer, Chu Guang chuckled as he watched the little players in the forum cry foul and complain about his sockpuppet.

He admitted.

The person chosen for Ideal City was indeed appointed by him.

But to call it rigged? That, he wouldn’t admit.

"Grandpa said there was a draw, never said it was random."

No small matter in diplomacy.

It doesn’t matter when drawing random equipment, as winning something makes everyone happy, and one or two pieces of equipment can’t change the course of a battlefield.

However, sending someone on an important mission to the "Degenerate Empire," could it be left to random selection?

That would be nearly enough.

But what surprised Chu Guang was that he thought Fang Chang would take some time off, at least go on a honeymoon with his girlfriend. However, to his surprise, the guy resolutely packed up and embarked on a journey for the future of the Alliance.

Chu Guang shook his head lightly, tore open the plastic wrap of a lollipop, popped one into his mouth, and mumbled indistinctly to himself.

"Men... tsk, truly heartless."

In this world, everything comes at a price.

Choosing to tell a cruel story in the style of a fairy tale required accepting the naivety and immaturity behind the protagonist’s bravery.

Seeing the Sun three days later meant one could never truly "live."

A counterintuitive fact was that only backseat drivers would imagine this place as the real world, based on fragments of information from the forum.

Players who actually got beta access, or rather, those who truly set foot in this world, only saw it as a virtual realm infinitely close to reality.

An unprovable hypothesis, no matter how close it is to the truth, can only remain a guess.

And the complexity of human nature lies in the constant self-doubt, doubting the world and oneself, wandering through a maze of endless possibilities.

He never needed to clarify anything nor deal with those rumors.

Great undertakings are always achieved through overt plans and need no sinister schemes for cover.

He wouldn’t deny it; in fact, he’d openly joke with the players under the guise of a planner, claiming "Wasteland OL" to be the real world and himself the god who created it.

After all, nobody would believe him if he claimed that.

Those ignorant of the truth concoct conspiracy theories, suspecting that a major company is conducting a secret national experiment, possibly to test some classified technology or some unspeakable "Human Completion Project."

Those who grasp a sliver of "truth" adopt a slightly broader view, seeing "Wasteland OL" as an enlightenment by a higher civilization using cultural forms understandable to humans, benign enlightenment—at least there’s no direct evidence of its malice.

To fully comprehend the entire plan would require a god’s perspective, or at least his standpoint.

Thus...

His dear friend would probably never realize that this was not just any game and that his love was not just some code on a server.

It was a living person.

But in the face of the future of civilization, individual happiness was insignificant. For two centuries, too many people had sacrificed everything for this cause.

Chu Guang would wish the couple could continue together forever, but he could not let the established plan bear undue risks for just two individuals.

Perhaps knowing less might not be a bad thing.

In reality, many couples, despite knowing every mole on each other’s bodies, might not grow old together in the end.

He could always remain the hero in the girl’s heart, "saving her from the darkness," and he could keep seeing her as his paper-like cloud resided wife.

He was not the first player to develop more than friendship for an NPC, nor would he be the last.

And the debate over whether virtual life counts as life would linger with this game forever.

Understanding "Wasteland OL" as a higher civilization’s enlightenment for Earth, provoking thought among the entire player base and even within society, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Eventually, the technology that once appeared in this world would also emerge in the different world of Earth.

Politics is the initiative of the masses, governance the method of management, and the selective retention and divulgence of the truth is also a part of politics.

That great and secret darkness—

He would bear it himself.

"Hehe... huh huh huh..."

Watching Chu Guang immersed in his own world, Xiao Qi sitting on the office desk slightly tilted her head.

Although not knowing what happened, it felt like the boss had won again...

...

At the airport south of Dawn City, a "Tiger Whale" transport plane stood steadily.

Airport staff were busy loading boxes of goods into the cargo hold.

Stepping out into the morning sunshine, with his baggage on his back, Fang Chang met his travel companion.

Brother Mole, the leader of the Skeleton Corps.

And—

Once the office director of Shelter No. 404 and the league’s ambassador to Giant Stone City, Book Yu.

Fang Chang still remembered when this young man first went to Giant Stone City, it was he and Old White who served as guards.

Back then, there was no league.

Nor any City of Dawn.

Their group had encountered looters on the way. Although no one was hurt, it had scared the young man considerably, his tense face taut the entire journey.

"I didn’t expect him to have grown into such a seasoned diplomat in less than a year," Chu Guang thought to himself as he heard Brother Guang chat away merrily with the pilot.

Chu Guang couldn’t help but feel emotional.

Indeed, tumultuous times do breed heroes.

He remembered when their Manager first started, how unskilled in various businesses he was, getting cheated by tricksters every now and then.

Nowadays, which trickster within a hundred miles would dare cheat that guy without losing his pants?

But...

Wasn’t a year’s time too quick?

It really must be to enhance the players’ gaming experience, hence the acceleration in the growth rate of the Alliance NPCs.

Chu Guang pondered this inwardly.

At that moment, Teng Teng finished his conversation with the pilot and walked towards him.

"The boxes that are being loaded into the cabin are the gifts we are bringing to Ideal City."

"What do they contain?" Chu Guang asked curiously.

"There are products produced in the Alliance’s industrial zone and some prepared by the residents of the shelter."

Teng Teng politely handed Chu Guang a tablet with a smile and continued.

"I will take charge of promoting the former, and the latter is up to you."

Chu Guang nodded, taking the tablet with ease.

Promoting the Alliance’s culture and products was part of his mission, and it was already updated on his VM.

The plane tickets weren’t free.

As an exchange, he needed to use his eloquence and ability to think on his feet to make the Alliance’s products a hit in Ideal City.

After all, the market on the East Coast was far more important than the trivial matters back home!

However, Brother Mole, who was standing nearby, was not pleased and jumped up immediately upon hearing this.

"Wait, what about me?"

Why don’t I have a mission?

Looking at the leader of the Skeleton Corps, Teng Teng paused for a moment and then said with a smile.

"Ah, your main responsibility is the security of our mission... Of course, since Ideal City is very safe, you can help with the product promotion."

Brother Mole instinctively looked at his VM only to find that no new mission had popped up.

What’s the point if no mission triggers?

Seeing Brother Mole’s resentful stare, Chu Guang knew that he was probably envious, and flashed a mischievous smile, flaunting the tablet in his hand.

"Sorry, brother... looks like the Manager thinks I’m better suited for the sales job."

"Pfft, it’s just because you’ve got the face of a hustler," Brother Mole retorted sourly.

"Jealous that I’m handsome, just admit it."

Chu Guang smiled nonchalantly and lightly swiped his finger across the tablet.

Blue text appeared.

However, his expression froze the moment his eyes landed on the first line of the gift list.

Cheongsam, maid outfits, Gothic dresses, evening gowns, maybe some art pieces from Yiwu...

And black silk, white silk.

What the heck is all this!

Of course, the list clearly contained more than just clothes, but just that first line was enough to throw him off.

This... these are all women’s clothes, right?

How the heck do I market these?

Was the mission given to the wrong person?

Noticing the change in Chu Guang’s expression, Brother Mole seemed to guess something and leaned over to take a peek.

Upon seeing the first line of the product list, a mischievous grin spread across his face, and he patted Chu Guang’s shoulder hard with his right hand.

"...Don’t worry, bro, I heard that back in the distant 16th century, only the most noble gentlemen in high society were qualified to wear white silk—"

"Get lost!"

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