I Was Wrong! Listen to My Explanation!

In a daze, Su Qun found himself back home. Before being suddenly and randomly thrown into a Night Battle, he had planned to lie in bed and take a nap, but now he was wide awake!

He flipped over and sat up, looking at the item he held in his hand.

An unopened package of women's underwear.

Since this item could be brought out of the scenario, it indeed proved that this underwear came from Night Crow!

Then... didn't that mean...

Having studied investigation and deduction, Su Qun boldly inferred a conclusion based on the 'evidence' in his hand!

Night Crow is actually a woman!

Su Qun became serious, recalling the process of fighting Night Crow. He became more and more certain of his speculation. The opponent's final move was undoubtedly an illusion technique. Since the opponent possessed illusion techniques, that person must also have been disguised by an illusion.

Adding this package of underwear that fell from Night Crow, plus the suddenness of this Night Battle!

Night Crow must be a woman!

Su Qun became excited, feeling that he was close to the truth.

Getting this conclusion was not the most important thing; the most important thing was...

"No, I need to look again..."

He flipped up and leaped to his computer, opening an encrypted file. It was a document that the Huaxia official Night Bureau, the unit he belonged to, had just issued a few days ago.

The description was very vague, but it mentioned two points...

A powerful sword light!

And that person seemed to have suddenly appeared in the scenario!

Su Qun looked at the description in the file, reading it carefully. The matter had to start with a scenario operation by the Night Bureau three days ago. In that operation, the Night Department obtained reward content through some special means, which was a cultural relic lost by the country in history.

The Night Bureau immediately posted the news on the Night Web, declaring sovereignty over this reward.

However, some people still forcibly participated and disrupted the situation, and in the end, someone who was never on the list of participants appeared. That person unleashed a huge sword light and took away the cultural relic.

Afterward, it was repeatedly confirmed that the person was indeed not among any of the participants, and the number of participants displayed by the system didn't even change.

One person appeared out of thin air!

Su Qun finished reading the document, looking at the name written in the last column for the document signatory.

Ye Sheng.

He picked up his phone, hesitated repeatedly, and then dialed the number. A voice came from the other end of the line.

"What is it?"

"Sister Ye Sheng, there seems to be a clue about that person..."

"What!?"

The night was quiet. The campus, completely enveloped by night, had become silent, with only scattered lights still on in some buildings.

In the Club building, the broken glass and light tubes scattered on the floor had already been cleaned up by someone from the school. When everyone checked the surveillance footage, they only saw the glass exploding out of thin air, causing quite a commotion.

But now everything has quieted down. As night falls, the campus, except for the dormitories, has become completely silent.

In the female locker room, the shattered light tubes and broken glass have been cleaned up. Aside from the draft, it doesn't affect usage, but in the darkness, a faintly glowing power bank is suspended.

Night, darkness, no one, female locker room, broken lights, glass, a strange suspended power bank...

Someone with a rich imagination would probably head straight for a third-rate horror movie!

However, the current situation is...

"This lucky pervert."

Ling floats outside Xia Yao's locker, looking at her underwear, and snorts disdainfully.

With Ling's intelligence, after searching for a while without success, she could naturally deduce what happened to that guy.

He must have been captured by the system again.

"It's best if someone beats him to death once, so he understands that Night Battles are not a joke."

Ling frowns and snorts coldly. Last time she wanted to teach him a lesson but failed, and as a result, that guy who got incredibly lucky ended up winning. Hmph.

Next time, she must find an opportunity to make him understand what it means to have died once!

Ling is a bit bored. Fang Ran isn't here, and she can't even browse the Night Web. She casually used Psychokinesis to close the locker door, but as soon as she closed it...

"Lushan Ascending Dragon... Ouch, what the heck!!!"

An object inside the locker made a loud bang. After a series of impacts that made even bystanders wince, a guy wearing only shorts, writhing in pain on the floor, fell out of the locker.

"Ah ah oh oh yo yo~~~ It hurts so much!!!"

Fang Ran tightly clutched his right hand, tears streaming down his face from the pain, rolling around on the floor.

Ling silently watched this pervert who was only wearing a pair of shorts,

Considering whether to just fly back to the North Pole by herself.

After a while, Fang Ran finally recovered from the pain of punching the metal cabinet directly. Then he stood up trembling. A night breeze blew through the female locker room without glass, making him instantly stand up from the cold.

Then he and Ling stared at each other for about three seconds.

"Ah!! Power bank!!! I... I... I...!!!"

Fang Ran immediately cried out as if he had seen a life-saving straw and pounced towards Ling,

Then he was fiercely slapped in the face by Ling!

"Get away from me! You pervert in just shorts, get lost! Are you that bear named Nobi! Don't cry like a baby, you're a grown man!!" Ling roared!

"Uh..."

Fang Ran finally quieted down, then involuntarily knelt in front of Ling, looking like he was admitting his mistake.

"Sigh..." Inside the data space, Ling looked at him, rubbing her temples with a headache, suppressing the urge to complain, and asked:

"First of all, where are your clothes?"

"I accidentally touched someone else's equipment, and then my clothes were burned away..."

Fang Ran covered his face, feeling too ashamed to face Ling's questioning.

"Equipment? What equipment?"

Ling immediately and keenly caught the keyword in Fang Ran's words.

"Uh... it's a Night Artifact..."

Fang Ran scratched his head, then ground his teeth in frustration. He felt like Big Brother Ai must have done it on purpose. What do you mean I can't control it? If I can't control it, why are my shorts still on?!

That guy definitely did it on purpose!

Hmph! I curse him to never have a smooth relationship!

"A Night Artifact?! A random special instance for a Night Artifact struggle!?"

Ling reacted instantly and pressed for details.

"Uh, yeah, it is..."

Fang Ran's eyes darted around, and he couldn't help but look away, not daring to face the interrogation from his Summoned Beast head-on.

"It's actually a special scenario for a Night Artifact struggle..."

Ling frowned and muttered to herself. She hadn't mentioned Night Artifacts to Fang Ran yet because she thought this noob wouldn't be able to access such things at his current level. But she never expected this guy to randomly get a Night Artifact scenario so early?

"And then?"

Ling asked Fang Ran, looking at the guy sitting on the ground wearing only shorts.

Fang Ran felt guilty and didn't answer. He covered his face and cried out, roaring at Ling with grief and indignation!

"Didn't you tell me Night Battles were super dangerous?! Didn't you say there was a risk to life?! Why didn't you tell me earlier that people don't die in these things!!"

Fang Ran knelt and pounded the floor, making an accusation of blood and tears!

"Damn it, this doesn't follow the rules of science! In novels, the protagonist's friends always die, and then they work hard to become stronger. Why is it different for me!!!"

Ling: "..."

She had no idea what this guy was talking about.

"When did I ever tell you that people would die in the scenarios? And the risk to life was when you were helping me with that matter! As for the danger of Night Battles..."

Ling spoke coldly, "The danger of Night Battles comes from the actions of those people in reality after they gain control of power, threatening your life, family, and loved ones. Isn't that dangerous?"

As soon as he heard the word "reality," Fang Ran shivered guiltily.

But Ling noticed it keenly. She frowned and asked suspiciously,

"You didn't cause some trouble, did you?"

Fang Ran immediately turned his head away guiltily.

"Turn around!"

Ling immediately sensed something was wrong and shouted, then asked, unwilling to believe it:

"You... you didn't provoke someone you shouldn't have provoked right now, did you? I'm telling you, with my current situation, even a D-rank coming after you in reality would be a huge problem!"

Fang Ran shivered again.

"You... what exactly..."

Ling threatened fiercely, but just as she spoke halfway, the Night Web notification she had set up suddenly sounded.

Unable to receive information as before, Ling had set up notifications for certain messages on the Night Web. Since Fang Ran was back, she naturally connected to the Night Web.

Ling opened a page and saw the chilling text written on it.

[Given that 'Night Crow' forcibly intervened in this special Night Artifactcontend for scenario, using various despicable means, we jointly list him as an enemy. He must be killed within the scenario!]

Below this message, several Night Battles participants left comments, all expressing the same stance. Among them, the three individuals representing the Midnight, Against the Current, and Night Bureau factions were particularly prominent.

Ling suddenly had an ominous association.

"Fang Ran...!!!"

Ling suddenly spoke in a chilling, demonic-like tone, slowly calling Fang Ran's name.

"That Night Crow and you..."

"Your Majesty! I was wrong! Listen to my explanation!"

Fang Ran was so scared he jumped, blurting out the most appropriate line without thinking! What followed, as expected, was Ling's ultimate rage!

"You're courting death!!!!!!!!"

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