High-Priced Deal
Zhang Heng listened quietly to Fan Mei Nan's story without offering any comment afterward. He only asked, "How much time do you have left?"
"What are you asking about, my illness? I entered Stage IV about two months ago. If things go fast, maybe two or three months. Optimistically, perhaps half a year," Fan Mei Nan said. "What, are you planning to attend my funeral?"
"I've been busy with some things lately too. I probably won't have much time." Zhang Heng tossed the empty Coke can into the trash, then took out his phone and began typing. The first email was sent quickly, and he immediately started writing a second.
Fan Mei Nan froze for a moment, but quickly continued, "Then forget it. I was originally going to ask you to help deal with my belongings. I even prepared a few game items as payment, but I doubt they'd catch your eye. After all, you're already ranked first in the Proxy War. I'll find someone else instead."
"Other than me, do you have any friends here?" Zhang Heng asked.
"..."
"I can put up a bounty on the forum."
"And when the people you find see what you look like now, there's an eighty percent chance they'll just steal your items." Zhang Heng did not look up. "Why not push the deadline back a little? Wait until I'm free, then die."
"Do you think I don't want to live?" Fan Mei Nan put down the plastic fork in her hand. "But Loki has abandoned me. I've lost all my abilities. I can't mold anything out of clay anymore, and I can't take part in this Proxy War either. Because of the Organizing Committee's ban, I can't even enter ordinary dungeons. How could someone ranked first like you possibly