Task System Online

The battle ended quickly, the outcome decided in a single exchange.

Renard was thoroughly defeated. If Bennett hadn't intervened in time, Gilbert would have beaten him to a pulp.

He was badly injured, bruised and swollen, not to mention two broken ribs. Fortunately, the medical standards in this world were good. After finding a Priest to cast two Holy Light Spells, his chest no longer hurt as much as it did initially.

However, while his body no longer hurt, his heart ached terribly. "Esteemed Young Master Renard, the total cost for bandages, medicine, and the Holy Light Spell treatment comes to ten silver coins."

Looking at the smiling white-robed Priest before him, Renard wished he could slap the man twice.

But considering the dire consequences of offending the Church, he suppressed his impulse and reluctantly took out ten silver coins, handing them over.

After the Priest left the bedroom with a cheerful smile, Renard dropped his pretense, slammed the door shut, and let out a muffled "Bang!" The powerful recoil from the door panel made his chest ache even more. "Hiss! Damn System, why didn't you tell me that little bastard was so strong beforehand?"

"Apologies, this System has no obligation to inform you."

"I'm your host!"

"This System has no objection to that."

Renard was speechless. He lay on the bed, filled with resentment. Damn little bastard, daring to hit me! Just you wait until I've recovered, I'll settle the score with you slowly...

In the following days, the residents of Saint Brieuc Fortress were astonished to find that their universally acknowledged second-generation heir had changed his ways and hadn't caused trouble for several days.

According to the servants in the castle, the second-generation heir was afraid of divine punishment and was thus staying home, too scared to come out.

Upon hearing this, the residents changed their perception of the gods again. They began to pray silently, hoping this second-generation heir would never emerge again, and simultaneously purchased large quantities of indulgences from the Church to atone for their offense against the divine.

Renard was completely unaware of this. He was still doing his best to enjoy life, because he knew his good days were likely numbered.

This wasn't because he believed he bore the mission to save the world and wanted to go out righting wrongs, but rather because he had suddenly received a System notification the previous night.

"Host character creation successful. System-imposed countdown of 1095 days has begun. If the host's body cannot withstand the load at that time, it will result in the host's death."

Renard held a cigar in his mouth, staring blankly out the window, inwardly calculating that he only had three years left to live.

He suddenly felt the urge to cry and began to miss his life as a shut-in gamer, but alas, there was no going back.

Not only was he banished by the System to this miserable place, but he also had a life countdown. "System, I bought a watch last year."

System: "Based on memory retrieval, you poor wretch couldn't afford a watch."

"..."

Too lazy to argue with the System, Renard opened the interface in his mind with his last shred of hope. The cigar fell powerlessly to the ground, scattering sparks.

"Mission System activated successfully!"

"Slaughter Mission: Kill one hundred goblins. Reward: 1 Potential. Completion: 0%."

"Slaughter Mission: Kill one hundred goblins. Reward: 1 Potential. Completion: 0%."

"Slaughter Mission: Kill ten bear goblins. Reward: 1 Potential. Completion: 0%."

"..."

"Bounty Mission: Help Madam Tamara find her lost pet. Reward: 20 dinars."

"Bounty Mission: Help the tenant farmers in the territory survive the cold winter. Reward: 50 dinars."

"Bounty Mission: Help Mr. Wilson retrieve his stolen Medal of Merit. Reward: 50 dinars and one random draw."

"..."

"Triggered Mission: Defeat Gilbert. Reward: 10 Potential, 500 dinars, and one random draw."

Renard stared blankly for a long time. He picked up the cigar from the ground, relit it, and said to Selina beside him, "Selina, tell the lackeys to gather."

Selina, who was making tea, looked surprised. However, she didn't ask further and went to notify the lackeys as instructed.

For the past few days, Renard's lackeys had been living in fear, worried that their master might accidentally kick the bucket, which would be a grave sin for them.

After days of anxious deliberation, good news finally arrived that morning: their master had woken up and summoned everyone to the castle to discuss important matters.

The lackeys were naturally overjoyed. They rushed to gather without even having time to eat breakfast.

"Very good, everyone is present." Renard, with a cigar in his mouth, looked intently at the eight subservient subordinates before him, his face full of satisfaction.

He skillfully flicked the ash and said in a deep voice, like a mob boss from the movies, "I have some matters that require your assistance..."

Before he could finish speaking, the lackeys below erupted. One short, stout young man was the most vocal. "Young Master Renard, just give the orders. No need to 'ask' or anything, that's being too formal."

Another tall, thin young man chimed in, "That's right, Young Master Renard's business is our business. Saying 'ask' makes us feel like outsiders."

Renard cleared his throat and then praised them without reservation. "Mm! You two spoke very well. I can feel your loyalty."

Upon hearing this, the two straightened their backs, their gazes towards the others filled with smugness, as if to say: See? You guys were too late with your flattery!

Renard ignored the petty squabbling among the lackeys and stated directly, "The task I need you to do is very simple. I heard Mr. Wilson lost his heirloom Medal of Merit, so I'll trouble you to help find it. I don't think this small matter should be too difficult for you all, right?"

Everyone looked at each other. The short, stout young man pondered for a moment and asked curiously, "Young Master, aren't you on very bad terms with Mr. Wilson? Why are you helping him find something?"

The others shared the same question, their expressions peculiar as they awaited the answer.

"Can't I try to improve our relationship?" Renard glared fiercely at the man, thinking to himself: Do you expect me to tell you the System's secret? Would you low-level natives understand?

Thinking this, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief. He had finally found someone dumber than himself!

"Improve our relationship?" The lackeys showed thoughtful expressions. The tall, thin young man slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "That's right! If we bring Mr. Wilson to our side, let's see how that bastard Gilbert can still be so arrogant."

Renard clicked his tongue. He felt there was no need to explain anything to these country bumpkins, so he affirmed their statement. "Mm, you're very smart, extremely smart."