Resentment

Wang Xian rubbed his ear and looked at his mother with a resentful expression.

He had merely laughed when he saw that enormous "duck egg." Did she really have to pull his ear again?

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and pull some monsters to level," his mother snapped, glaring at Wang Xian.

Intimidated by his mother's authority, Wang Xian could only obediently go pull monsters.

Before Wang Xian could make a move, illusory yet exquisitely beautiful flowers suddenly appeared around him.

Aside from familiar flowers such as peonies, roses, lilies, and narcissus, there were even more flowers he did not recognize and had never seen before.

After countless flowers surrounded Wang Xian and circled him several times, they turned into streams of light and entered his body.

Ding! You have received the blessing of a hundred flowers. All attributes increased by 10% for 6000 seconds.

At that moment, the system notification rang in Wang Xian's ears, reminding him of the only buff skill Cheng Yao had obtained after changing into the Flower Goddess profession—Hundred Flowers Compete.

But wasn't this skill's duration a little too long?

Wang Xian instinctively felt that something was off.

However, he quickly understood. Besides possessing the Hidden Profession of Flower Goddess, Cheng Yao also had the Mythical Grade talent Divine Grace.

The Hidden Profession Flower Goddess combined with the Mythical Grade talent Divine Grace could only be described as absurdly overpowered.

After figuring it out, Wang Xian suddenly felt somewhat regretful and dissatisfied. Divine Grace only increased the duration of Flower Goddess's Hundred Flowers Compete. How great would it have been if it had amplified the enhancement effect instead?

If that were the case, the 10% boost to all attributes would have become a 100% boost to all attributes. Then...

Forget it. He could only imagine it.

The 10% increase to all his attributes further raised Wang Xian's damage output. A single Lightning Strike dealt 526 damage to a level 15 Wandering Soul.

Everyone else's spells arrived as well, and the Wandering Soul was instantly killed.

Six in the morning.

After all the ghosts let out strange shrieks, they transformed into streams of black smoke and entered the nearby Ghost Gate.

Ghosts appeared from midnight to six in the morning, which was why Wang Xian had brought everyone out to level at night.

Of course, aside from gaining experience, they were also doing it for points.

Over the six hours of the night, Wang Xian rose from level 15 to level 17, while everyone else generally gained three levels.

The most outrageous was Su Jin. Thanks to Mercy and Fortune Goddess's Favor, he had also reached level 17, and even had more experience than Wang Xian.

Actually, everyone's levels could have been even higher, but their mana was limited. For about half the time, they could only sit around and wait for their mana to refill naturally.

Without mana potions—potions that restored mana—it was just that damn frustrating. Other than waiting for mana to recover on its own, there was nothing they could do.

"The ghosts have all gone home. We should head back too," Wang Xian called out to everyone.

"Mm."

Everyone nodded.

"What about you four? Want me to take you back to the city?" Wang Xian looked at Nangong Wu and the other three.

"In that little beat-up tricycle of yours?" Cheng Yao muttered.

Wang Xian: ...

Good grief. Nearly a whole day had passed, and she was still resentful about his electric tricycle.

"Uncle, we're definitely continuing to level tonight, right?" Nangong Wu asked.

Wang Xian nodded. "That's right. Unless something unexpected happens, we'll keep leveling like this until the early morning of the fifteenth."

"In that case, doesn't Uncle's house have somewhere for us to rest?" Nangong Wu asked.

"It really doesn't. You saw it yesterday—my place is only that big." Wang Xian spread his hands, showing that there was truly nothing he could do.

"What about sleeping on the floor? It's summer anyway, so it's not cold at all."

Nangong Wu offered a solution.

"That could work, but if you're sleeping on the floor, can you really handle it?" Wang Xian looked at Nangong Wu skeptically.

He remembered Nangong Wu's identity.

Nangong Wu truly had an extraordinary background. She was the daughter of a top conglomerate somewhere in Dragon Kingdom. However, Datafication had dealt their group an unimaginable blow, causing it to collapse almost completely overnight.

Thinking of this, doubts arose in Wang Xian's heart again.

At a time like this, shouldn't Nangong Wu have been at home dealing with the fallout from her family's group collapsing? Why had she come all the way to Ji City?

"Uncle, you're looking down on us. Forget sleeping on the floor—even if I only had a chair, I could still rest well." Nangong Wu looked at Wang Xian with slight dissatisfaction, as though blaming him for underestimating her.

"Fine. Since you insist, stay here."

Wang Xian could tell from Nangong Wu's expression that she was determined to stay, so he did not say anything more.

After the group returned home, his mother ran into Wang Xian's room and began tidying up his bed.

"Mom, you don't need to do that for me. I can handle it myself."

Wang Xian looked at his mother, touched. He had not expected her to be so considerate. After seeing him kill monsters all night, she was actually helping him straighten out his bedding.

The last time his mother had helped him make his bed seemed to have been more than ten years ago, when he was still in elementary school.

"Hey, hey, hey, Mom, what are you doing?"

Gradually, Wang Xian realized something was wrong. Tidying the bedding was one thing, but why was she rolling the quilt and mattress together?

"What do you mean, what am I doing? You weren't seriously planning to make those girls sleep on the floor, were you? Take your quilt and mattress to sleep on the floor. Your bed is big enough for three people, and the remaining one can sleep with Su Jin."

His mother stuffed the rolled-up quilt and mattress into Wang Xian's arms, then turned and went to the wardrobe. She took out brand-new bedding and laid it on the bed.

Wang Xian stood frozen in place, clutching the bedding.

"What are you standing around here for?" his mother asked Wang Xian in confusion.

"Nothing. I'm just mourning my bed!"

Wang Xian knew there was no point in saying anything now. He could only leave the room with a mournful expression, carrying his bedding.

Damn it, I was touched for nothing!

After leaving his room, Wang Xian saw Nangong Wu and the others sitting in the living room, chatting casually.

"Is that bedding for us? Just hand it over to us!" Nangong Wu and the others stood up, wanting to take the bedding from Wang Xian.

Wang Xian dodged, not allowing Nangong Wu and the others to touch the bedding in his arms.

Then Wang Xian shot Nangong Wu and the others a "vicious" glare before carrying the bedding out of the living room, leaving them utterly bewildered.

"What's wrong with Uncle? Why do I feel such intense resentment from him?" Cheng Yao asked in confusion.

Nangong Wu and the others all shook their heads. They had no idea what was going on either. Wang Xian's final glare at them left them even more baffled.

They did not remember provoking Wang Xian.

But just as Cheng Yao had said, they could also feel Wang Xian's deep resentment.

"Alright, you girls, come over. I've made the bed for you. You can rest here, then choose one person to sleep with Su Jin."

At that moment, his mother appeared and called Nangong Wu and the others into Wang Xian's room, pointing at the made bed as she spoke.

Expressions of sudden realization immediately appeared on Nangong Wu and the others' faces. They finally understood why Wang Xian had been so resentful.

They had stolen his bed!