Six Kingdoms

It had to be said: Yimo had let his guard down. He hadn't expected the system to be such a bastard that it would accept the mission for him automatically.

Actually, Yimo thought, he was partly to blame.

He and Zhenling had worn themselves out fooling around, then relaxed and forgotten a few things.

This was a game, but it was also reality.

In an ordinary game, the screen for accepting a mission would pause the game. You couldn't continue the conversation without choosing whether to accept the mission.

But in the Death Game, the NPCs were all alive. Put simply, they weren't all that different from Yimo, except perhaps that they existed in a different dimension.

Had Yimo's verbal promise to Zhenling been the reason he had actually accepted this Type-A Mission?

What was done was done. Yimo could only accept it.

It wasn't that he couldn't take the mission. It was just that once he did, his Type-A Mission progress would inevitably fall behind.

Two of the three slots had already been taken, and neither mission was certain to be completable. Neither involved getting out of the game.

That meant that when the next mission slot came up, Yimo would have to think carefully, even if he came across an especially good Type-A Mission!

By now, Zhenling had brought Yimo into the inn. They sat in a corner, with a bowl of vegetable soup, a pound of braised beef, and a plate of fried peanuts on the table.

Zhenling patted her chest and said boldly to Yimo, "Eat as much as you like. Don't stand on ceremony!"

Yimo didn't hold back either. He had already started eating with his chopsticks.

The vegetable soup tasted very mild. The braised beef was also bland, despite being braised, and the peanuts