Ever since this journey began, Fang Ran had been unusually lucky in all sorts of places. Right now, he absolutely refused to admit that he had pulled the weakest unique character from the pool because he had bad luck.
Ignoring the possibility that he had used up his luck by summoning the Sand Card at a critical moment that morning, he firmly blamed Tang Bing based on the principle of diffusion, where non-gaseous substances flowed from high concentration to low concentration.
Yeah, that was right. The gourd was definitely too unlucky.
Completely ignoring his attempt to shift the blame, Tang Bing froze in shock, even dropping her potato chips. Then, snapping back to her senses the next second, she grabbed Fang Ran and shook him as she shouted in disbelief:
"Holy crap! Senior! Someone came out! A living person!!!"
"Alright, alright, I know, I know. Stop shaking me."
Already nearly accustomed to her habit, Fang Ran rolled his eyes helplessly. Then, upon hearing his voice, the figure who had instantly shrunk behind the sofa across from him
timidly poked his head out, staring at Fang Ran in confused disbelief.
"Fang Ran...?"
"It's me, Yota. Are you okay?"
Looking at the frail-looking boy still wearing enormous black-rimmed glasses, Fang Ran answered with a small smile:
"You... I... This is...?"
Abruptly pulled out of the Simulation Scenario and thrown into the real world, unlike Qing Ning, who had immediately been flooded with questions, Yota looked around and asked blankly, his words incoherent:
"What... is going on?"
Having confirmed the safety of another Night Bureau companion—and the one he had been most worried about, at that—Fang Ran quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing his question, he spread his hands and sighed.
"Well... it's a long story."
After listening to Fang Ran explain