Chapter 44
by GideonChapter 44: Hotel – 10
What on earth was this guy up to?
Although Night Jiujui felt a little tempted to turn her head and avoid the Puppeteer’s hand, she…
Considering that Storm hadn’t been secured yet, Night Jiujui thought it over for a second before ultimately choosing to bow her noble head to reality.
There were benefits to be had, after all. And he was her own alternate self. All she was doing was lowering her head to herself. Nothing shameful about that!
Seeing Night Jiujui’s tacit acceptance…
The Puppeteer took advantage of the fact that she couldn’t see him and shot Qing Guizhu a mocking glance.
It really was just one glance—not even half a second long.
That dismissive attitude, that air of complete disregard, that blatant declaration of ownership—
Qing Guizhu’s gentle smile faltered as he was thoroughly provoked.
His eyes narrowed.
“You…”
The Puppeteer had been waiting for Qing Guizhu to speak.
He didn’t even wait for Qing Guizhu to finish uttering a single syllable before the corner of his lips curled into a malicious smile.
At the same time—
The players hiding inside the kitchen all shuddered.
Storm himself was actually doing fine.
After all, this wasn’t the first time he’d been controlled. With an expression that practically said he’d given up on life, he let his body—which seemed to have developed a will of its own—move however it pleased. He didn’t struggle in the slightest.
It would be a waste of effort. There was simply no point. He might as well save his energy and think about how to fool… no, how to make a pitiful appeal to that beautiful young lady later, and hopefully move her enough to beg for a chance to live.
But the other four players…
Storm silently withdrew his sympathetic gaze. If only he could take a picture of these four players right now. When he ran out of points in the future, wouldn’t he be able to “borrow” some from them whenever he wanted?
In any case, whatever the five players were thinking, they could only watch helplessly as their bodies charged toward the kitchen door like valiant warriors rushing into battle for love.
“Bang!”
The crash of the kitchen’s iron door being thrown open successfully cut off whatever Qing Guizhu had been about to say.
The five players stood in a neat row before Night Jiujui, their heads held high and their chests puffed out, like soldiers standing at attention for inspection, all under Qing Guizhu’s murderous gaze.
“Ta-da-da-daaa!”
The Puppeteer raised his voice theatrically. Using the hand that had been covering her eyes, he subtly adjusted the direction of Night Jiujui’s head before suddenly letting go.
“Look! Here’s the surprise I prepared for you!”
Night Jiujui, who opened her eyes to find five A+ rank players standing in a row before her: …
Oh?
Her gaze passed over the player on the far left, who also had the most normal expression—Storm—and settled on the other four, whose faces were full of barely contained terror and resistance.
“One chosen… four thrown in for free?”
Night Jiujui’s eyes lit up as she immediately understood what the Puppeteer meant by his surprise.
Now that really was a surprise!
The players who had heard Night Jiujui describe them as one chosen and four thrown in for free: …?
They looked at one another and suddenly fell silent, growing increasingly uneasy.
Was he supposed to be the one who had been chosen, while the others were the four being thrown in for free?
In other words, had the other four players been dragged into this because of him?
Hmm—
He was so outstanding that an NPC had taken a liking to him and wanted to forcibly claim him. That actually sounded perfectly reasonable, didn’t it?
Especially Storm, who had met Night Jiujui before.
After all, out of the five players present, he was the only one who had encountered that young female NPC.
Based on that, who else could the player she had specifically requested be other than him?
Thinking this, he glanced at Night Jiujui with a complicated expression, then at the Puppeteer, who was clearly Simp No. 1, and finally at the unidentified NPC sitting opposite Night Jiujui, who was obviously Simp No. 2.
His heart gradually sank.
It was over—
There was no need to mention the Puppeteer. He was undoubtedly a complete psychopath. Someone they couldn’t afford to provoke.
As for the other NPC… Anyone who could appear on the third floor and compete with the Puppeteer for the same person couldn’t possibly be ordinary either. He might even be another complete psychopath.
And now, the goddess these two psychopaths adored but had yet to win over was showing special interest in him…
Was he destined to die this time?!
Completely unaware of the five players’ inner thoughts, the Puppeteer looked at the way his original self’s eyes had suddenly come alive. His smile became a little more genuine.
“So you’re not angry that I ruined your work anymore, right?”
【Of course I’m not angry! Well done!】
Although she praised him without hesitation in her heart, outwardly…
Night Jiujui gave a restrained nod.
Watching this harmonious scene unfold, Qing Guizhu—who seemed to have lost all presence ever since the Puppeteer arrived—ground his teeth.
“If you want players, I can also—”
His chilly gaze slowly shifted toward the five players, lingering especially on Storm, who was the strongest among them.
Storm, who had just been looked at a couple of times: …!
Just as I thought!
Heaven really does want me dead!
The Puppeteer: ?
He smiled as he looked at Night Jiujui.
“Sounds like there’s a dog barking.”
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