Gazing into the Abyss

"Sir and Young Lady, Siyu must be dressed formally to enter."

"Furthermore, I couldn't find any record of you making an appointment in advance."

"I completely understand why you two want to dine at our Siyu, Siyu, but unfortunately, there are no seats available."

The greeter at Siyu's door was a mature man in his forties, dressed in a suit.

Tong Muxue was wearing a school uniform, Yimo was wearing casual clothes. They certainly didn't look particularly wealthy, and they didn't have an appointment.

The middle-aged greeter didn't sound disdainful; her attitude was quite good.

At least, on the surface.

Siyu is very famous in the city. Occasionally, guests who suddenly come because of her fame will come and yell and make a scene. Sometimes, security guards even have to be called in.

As a professional greeter at a two- Michelin Dining Room, he thought he could easily handle two people who looked young and were probably still students.

Yimo: "How can this not be considered formal attire?"

"The kind of clothes a proper, handsome young man would wear!"

"What, are you discriminating against students?!"

However, Yimo was unwilling to give up, making Tong Muxue, who was standing next to him, a little embarrassed. She tugged at his arm and whispered, "Mr. Sakata, it's okay, we don't have to eat here."

"It's definitely my fault; it's not easy to book a table at Siyu's place."

"The difficulty is really quite high."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged greeter realized that Yimo was a stubborn person, so he adopted a serious, elder-like tone and said, "Sir, aren't you being unreasonable?"

"You see, your girlfriend is very polite and sensible."

"There's a really good buffet Dining Room across the street, why don't you go check it out?"

On the surface, the buffet Dining Room is good; I recommend you check it out.

What I really mean is, someone like you dares to come to our Dining Room?

Let's hurry and go to someone else's house!

Yimo naturally understood the middle-aged greeter's meaning and was amused. But before Yimo speak, Siyu's boss came over first.

The middle-aged greeter thought the voices were a bit loud and the boss came over to see what was going on. He immediately wanted to explain the situation, but the boss waved him away and told him to be quiet, while he looked seriously at Yimo.

What about Yimo?

They exchanged a glance.

In just a few seconds, the two of them had already conveyed the message they wanted to share, indicating that they had clicked and understood the unspoken meaning behind each other's words.

Boss: "These two are VIPs at table number 7. Ignore the formalities and quickly usher them in. Don't be negligent!"

Middle-aged greeter. "???"

"Oh, dear guest, it's my fault for neglecting you. Please come in."

The middle-aged greeter couldn't understand why this seemingly ordinary guest was receiving such treatment, something that even the usually strict boss had broken. But now that he knew he had made a mistake, he could only try to make amends.

It's obvious that these two guests are no ordinary people!

Yimo: "That self-service place downstairs next door?"

The middle-aged greeter said, "Oh dear, sir, what are you saying? How could a buffet possibly suit your status?"

Yimo: "No way! You're looking down on the working class and peasantry, creating a hierarchy!"

This habit needs to be corrected!

"Besides, is the buffet Dining Room any worse than Siyu's?"

"Let me tell you, in those novels, the number one Martial Forest master is always unremarkable in appearance; he might just be a beggar or a street sweeper!"

"If you keep going like this, you'll suffer sooner or later!"

The middle-aged greeter found it incredibly annoying and Torment to listen to Yimo's Yimo lecture.

But there was nothing he could do; his boss was watching from the side, and seemed to find Yimo quite interesting, so he could only grit his teeth and listen, occasionally agreeing and saying things like, "You're right," as if he genuinely appreciated it.

Before the middle-aged greeter could even erupt in anger, Tong Muxue couldn't take it anymore. Feeling really embarrassed, she quickly pulled Yimo inside.

The middle-aged greeter finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he should stay away from this guest; it was too much of Torment.

Yimo: "Hey, after you finish eating, bring a stool over, and I'll continue your lesson!"

Ah...

As expected of you!

The manager was also very welcoming, personally attending to Yimo and Tong Muxue, introducing them to the dishes and explaining how to best enjoy their flavor and texture.

About half an hour later, the two had almost finished eating, and the owner had left. Tong Muxue then whispered to Yimo, "Mr. Sakata, I'm really surprised."

"How... did you do that?"

"You and that boss happen to be related?"

"I feel like there's something off about your eyes... like... something's off..."

Adultery?

Tong Muxue felt something was strange and couldn't understand it.

Yimo, feigning mystery, said, "The process isn't important; the result is."

"I did it, didn't I?"

"Well, I won't say how I did it; let's keep it a mystery for your Boyfriend."

How did Yimo decide on table number seven for Siyu?

After finding the restaurant's phone number, he pretended to be a big customer and had a waiter connect him to the owner.

Then they made up a story about a young girl suffering from a terminal illness whose greatest Wish before she died was to have the best farewell meal at Siyu Restaurant, which would make her life complete.

Yimo is a VTuber for Game, so her storytelling ability is amazing. Her tone was almost tearful, and the boss actually believed her and was very moved.

Table 7 was indeed booked, and the owner asked Yimo to reschedule, but Yimo refused.

They said the girl had many tests the next day and was about to have surgery; this was her last chance, and they got the phone number of the person who had made the reservation.

The original guests were an elderly couple. Yimo then told a few ghost stories, saying that most of the guests dining at Siyu's table number seven recently were terminally ill and about to die, and that they went there to fulfill their Wish.

The place was said to be filled with an eerie atmosphere; a young couple who dined at table number 7 were reportedly involved in a car accident less than a week later.

Honestly, Yimo told several ghost stories, all of which were quite fantastical.

Although the elderly couple may not have truly believed it, they were indeed quite old and felt it was an unlucky omen, so they cancelled their reservation.

And so, Yimo successfully booked table number 7 at Siyu Restaurant.

Actually, it didn't take much effort at all.

However, such a process was not something I could show off in front of Tong Muxue, so I didn't mention it.

Yimo: "How about it, my little rich girl?"

How was your day? Did your Wish come true?

At that moment, Yimo secretly glanced at her Cards.

The crooked text of Wish 2 has been fully lit up, with a 1-cent special effect added.

However... no matter how you look at it, the font size and special effects are vastly different from the one in Wish 1 above, giving it the feel of a cheap, knock-off version.

I did not receive a system notification that my Wish was fulfilled, and the subsequent privileges were not unlocked.

This made Yimo a little upset, as she didn't quite understand what was going on.

Tong Muxue hadn't actually eaten much. At this moment, she was resting her chin on her hand, gazing at the dazzling Japan of the city from the window on the 59th floor, lost in thought.

Hearing Yimo's words, he said calmly, "Mr. Sakata, are you happy today?"

Upon hearing this, Yimo frowned slightly. "Of course I'm happy to have granted my little rich girl's Wish!"

Tong Muxue didn't speak for a while before saying, "Yes, that's good then."

"I'm very happy too."

"But... I suddenly felt that the Wish had come true too easily, and perhaps it could no longer be called Wish."

"Sorry, but it seems that only things that are out of reach but still hold a sliver of hope are called Wish, right?"

Just as Tong Muxue was speaking, Yimo also glanced at the Cards and was immediately startled.

He watched in horror as the once-lit Wish 2, its Guangmang characters, gradually cracked and crumbled, seemingly on the verge of vanishing completely.

Holy crap!

I've been busy all day, sister, don't just say your Wish doesn't count!

Yimo was already very anxious, but she had to try to appear calm, and quickly said, "Well... little rich lady, actually I feel that living in the moment, being down-to-earth, and being happy are still the most important things."

"Those Void things, what's more important than our sweet and happy moments?"

Tong Muxue murmured, "Is it really that reassuring?"

"But, since birth, I've always been down-to-earth, yet I've never been truly happy."

After Tong Muxue finished speaking, she turned to look at Yimo, touched her cheek, and suddenly laughed, "Mr. Sakata, how about we go completely crazy together?"

Thump...

Yimo's heart stopped, and she had a bad feeling that something very dangerous was about to happen. She wanted to refuse immediately.

But seeing that the Wish 2" was completely cracked and the font was no longer usable, he clenched his fist helplessly.

My answer now feels like a crucial step in Romance Game.

Based on his Game experience, if he refused at this moment, the Game would likely end in defeat, right?

He had no way out.

Having figured this out, Yimo calmed down and asked, "Tell me about it?"

Tong Muxue looked at Yimo's reserved demeanor, smiled faintly, and said with a sly glint in her eyes, "How about we rob a bank?"

Yimo: "Oh, this..."

"Darling, I feel like this isn't Wish, it's suicide..."

"While I understand your desire for thrills..."

"But, isn't this a bit too exciting?"

Hearing Yimo's almost refusal, Tong Muxue wasn't upset. Her beautiful eyes flickered, as if everything was expected, and she nodded gently, saying, "Yes, indeed, I also think it's courting death."

"Indeed, even if you want to go crazy, you still have to find things that are at least achievable."

"Mr. Sakata."

"So."

"Let me tell you now, what I hesitated to say yesterday, my true Wish!"

"I want to steal the Blood Diamond, valued at over $70 million, called the 'Eye of the Abyss'!"

As Tong Muxue spoke, the "Wish 2" lettering on the Yimo Cards, which had already cracked, shattered completely and finally disappeared as a glowing light.

Instead, there was a line of text exactly the same size as Wish 1.

Wish 2: Successfully steal the "Eye of the Abyss".

Yimo looked at the four blood-red characters "Eye of the Abyss," he felt as if his soul was being pulled into the abyss.

Before she even did it, Yimo already felt as if she were standing on the edge of Cliff, looking down into the deep darkness.

Even the slightest mistake could lead to utter ruin!

He was there, gazing into the abyss.