Rotten Persimmon had received word that the Black Messenger, that murderous fiend, had finally left. He even cheered as he lay down in the Sleep Pod, choking on a few mouthfuls of nutrient solution.
After logging in, he looked at the sun above Jadeite Town and could not help letting out a long breath, a heartfelt smile spreading across his face.
Life without Jack camping his corpse felt wonderful.
But when Rotten Persimmon looked around and saw the other players, gloom clouded his smile again.
He had originally been ahead of the pack, but after dying too many times, he had dropped to level 5. Having stayed offline for so long, he had also fallen far behind the other players.
Rotten Persimmon was filled with regret.
He felt stifled, his mouth bitter.
After taking a deep breath, he decided to go grind monsters and level up again. Just then, someone tagged him in the guild channel, saying that quite a few brothers from God's Love had come to Jadeite Town and wanted to follow his lead.
Only then did Rotten Persimmon's mood improve.
Apatite City train station.
The train had stopped temporarily at the platform, and an attendant rang a bell, reminding passengers not to miss their stop. The entire platform was crowded with people coming and going.
Amid the bustle and noise, a green-haired young man stepped off the train and searched the crowd. Soon, he spotted a girl with an orange braid approaching with a suitcase.
"Hello, Honey-Trap Fool. Nice to meet you. I'm Gan Ziwen."
Gan Ziwen's eyes lit up. He strode over and extended a hand to the girl.
Honey-Trap Fool looked up at his ID, gave his hand a light shake, and said:
"Hello, Gan Ziwen. We finally meet."
"Yeah."
Gan Ziwen