It was nearly midnight.
After hearing Yu Xing's explanation and deciding he made a good point, Zhao Yijiu gave up on the idea of accompanying him. Even without Zhao Yijiu, Qu Xuanqing was an extremely experienced deduction player—perhaps even more reliable than him.
He simply told Zhao Mou about it.
Zhao Mou had no comment after hearing him out. He only sighed with some concern, though even he wasn't sure whether he was worried about Yu Xing or about everyone else unlucky enough to end up in the same instance as Yu Xing.
Forget it. They'd rely on Qu Xuanqing.
He would handle things in the real world. They each had their own part to play.
So, twenty minutes after signing up, when the phone screen changed to exactly midnight, Yu Xing—whose hunger had built to the point that he was starting to grind his teeth—saw darkness close in. The familiar dizziness and tearing sensation surrounded him. He did his best to relax his roots and spread his branches, allowing himself to land steadily.
Since he was being transported from reality into the instance, he'd tucked away all his tentacles for the time being, so they wouldn't be torn apart by the passage through space.
His senses, which had spread in every direction, drew back into his trunk—his human body. After a moment of adjusting to the cramped perception, Yu Xing opened his eyes amid the swaying.
[You have entered the instance: Yorikof Investigation Notes]
The system had clearly been watching him the whole time. But there was nothing it wanted his help with in this instance, so the exceedingly lifelike female voice didn't appear. The only thing that rang in Yu Xing's mind was a cold, electronic tone.
A damp breeze swept over him. Yu Xing touched his stomach,