Surging Points

The evening sky blazed with gorgeous sunset clouds, fiery streaks unfurling freely.

The speedboat cut across the sea, silver-white spray skimming past its sides and scattering ripples that merged behind the stern into a gleaming ribbon of water in the twilight.

Noah lounged in a rattan chair with one leg crossed over the other, gazing absently at the sunset.

He appeared lost in thought.

In truth, he was blankly staring at his status panel.

[Milan Cirno has been initially won over. An ambiguous relationship has been established.]

[Gagaras has been initially won over. An ambiguous relationship has been established.]

[Alvida has been initially won over. An ambiguous relationship has been established.]

[Makino has been initially won over. An ambiguous relationship has been established.]

Messages like these kept appearing in the information feed, flashing by so quickly that it was almost like a barrage of scrolling comments.

He occasionally spotted a few familiar names, but before he could examine them closely, the messages had already been pushed far up the feed. No matter how he searched, he could not find them again, leaving him no choice but to give up.

This was obviously the newspaper's doing.

Though the photograph had not been very clear, there was no doubt that a man like him was like a firefly in the night. No matter how dim the view was, he would still shine brilliantly.

Most of the girls he had won over provided pitifully few points, sometimes only a few dozen or even just over ten. But there were simply too many of them, and the grains of sand soon piled into a tower.

An enormous flood of points came rolling in.

[Current remaining points: 323,900]

Glancing at the balance, Noah fell into thought. Before taking down William,