A Legacy Plan

Even with her employer standing guard, Su Gao had only managed to sleep for a little while.

After waking, though, she had continued to zone out upstairs for quite some time, only coming down at daybreak.

By then, after repeated testing, Fu Qian had already quickly familiarized himself with his new skill.

As it turned out, after the Return Edict had completely dispelled the bloodstains on the Messenger, they did not recover very quickly.

That meant the new anchor could last for quite a while.

Taking advantage of this effect, as long as he wanted, he could activate the skill for a bit before taking off his mask, ensuring that the next time he put it on, he would return directly to where he had logged off.

That meant that here, too, he would be able to travel back and forth to the Warehouse whenever he wanted, almost just like in the real world.

The skill's practical effects still needed testing, but in Fu Qian's view, this alone made it quite useful.

"Here, don't mention it."

Looking at Su Gao, who had clearly freshened up, Fu Qian pointed to the counter.

Even though he hadn't made a cent all night, he had bought a pile of breakfast without the slightest twinge of guilt.

How could anyone casually give up one of life's pleasures, eating?

"Thanks!"

Su Gao didn't refuse. She sat down in her usual spot by the counter.

She really did prefer sweet things.

Watching her carefully tuck pumpkin cakes into her mouth, Fu Qian lowered his head and opened the bowl of congee in front of him.

Although last night's shift had brought him face-to-face with more than one human tragedy, its biggest benefit was that the bubbling joy in his heart had finally begun to subside. He