"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Mi lowered his head and buttoned Roman's shirt for him, a bitter ache rising in his throat.
During the time they had told everyone he was only pretending to be dead, Roman had gone to Shen Yiwen to check on the translation's progress.
Several years had passed in Shen Yiwen's world.
Roman said she already had noticeable gray hair.
The good news was that Shen Yiwen had overturned her previous translation of the Ancient Text.
This time, they could be certain that the adhesive for the Heart of Hell was not "human souls," but "pure souls."
Once the next batch of players cleared the instance, she could return to the Public Rest Area with them.
The Lord of Evil had given them a deadline of five Dungeon Instances. By comparison, their progress had been almost too fast.
What would their future look like once they successfully repaired the Heart of Hell?
That night, Lu Mi did not pull away when Roman leaned toward him.
He willingly took on his tabby cat form and let Roman hold him, gently stroking him over and over.
The next day, when the players gathered, Lu Mi naturally led everyone in voting Liang Mafeng out.
Some of the newcomers, however, were amazed that Roman, another "newcomer" without a Wristband, had survived among such dangerous ghosts.
Lü He looked rather unhappy, since he had sucked up to Liang Mafeng the most.
"You said the Two-Faced Girl ate Liang Mafeng, then got dragged into the mirror by the Mirror Spirit..."
He pointed at the wooden box in Lu Mi's hand and asked, "Then what do we do if we can't fill all these slots?"
Lu Mi said, "We never needed to fill them all."
If the wooden box required them