Adventurers and mercenaries from the Dream Plane had always handled problems simply and brutally. They spent most of their time operating in various ruins and war zones, where there were countless things for them to wreck to their hearts' content. But Becky obviously couldn't do that while staying at Hao Ren's home. Hao Ren had no choice but to consider making a training plan for her—at the very least, he had to teach the girl not to casually draw her greatsword and unleash a Blade Storm...
"So... I caused trouble?" Becky finally realized that she had chopped apart something people used every day, and judging by its neat appearance and exquisite decorations—in her eyes, at least—it was probably quite valuable. "How much do I have to pay?"
Hao Ren stared at Becky with bulging eyes for a while, then could only wave his hand weakly. "Even if I made you pay, you don't have any money. Forget it. I'll put it in the report as a work-related loss. The higher-ups should reimburse me."
Only then did Becky relax. She happily picked up the bag of snacks and continued eating. When she had left the Dream Plane, she had said goodbye to Hao Ren and the others but hadn't yet returned home, and she hadn't even had time to eat. She was hungry now. Lily usually valued her snacks more than her own life, yet she was unexpectedly generous at this moment. She had probably noticed that the bread, cakes, and other things in the refrigerator were about to expire, and planned to use this opportunity to clear them out so she could find an excuse to buy new ones. Hao Ren, meanwhile, looked awkwardly at Becky's mercenary outfit. "You'd better find somewhere to put that equipment away."
Becky stuffed her