Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

t each other while the NPCs watched on the sidelines.

Shen Dongqing’s action unexpectedly woke up all the players, causing the NPCs’ plan to fail. 

To summarize, the entire casino was in disarray, the NPCs were at their wits’ end, and the players intended to collaborate to rob Miss OL at the chip exchange counter.

Shen Dongqing, on the other hand, patted his butt and left, indifferent about the terrible mess he left behind.

Anyway, he was having fun and didn’t care about anything else.

Using the ticket, Shen Dongqing boarded the bus and sat next to Zhou Wenyan.
After casting a meaningful glance at them, Fang Qi looked for a corner, deciding it was best to pretend he didn’t exist. 

Shen Dongqing cocked his head and rested on Zhou Wenyan’s shoulder.

Zhou Wenyan looked sideways at the person beside him: “Did you have fun?”

“Just so-so,” Shen Dongqing said, grabbing Zhou Wenyan’s finger and playing with it.

This casino was a little novel at first, but it quickly became boring. 

He yawned and closed his eyes.

“Go to sleep,” Zhou Wenyan whispered, lightly touching his forelock.

When he awoke from his nap, Shen Dongqing discovered he was not in the bus, but rather in a familiar room.
In a daze, he opened his eyes to find Zhou Wenyan staring down at him.

In fact, ignoring some of Shen Dongqing’s typical maneuvers, he actually looked cute. 

A few strands of hair fell on his brow, and his eyelashes were curled and long, like a miniature fan, quietly quivering in response to his breathing.
People wanted to kiss him when he fell asleep with his mouth slightly open.

Zhou Wenyan agreed, so he did just that.
Shen Dongqing had no idea how many times he’d been kissed while sleeping.

So when Shen Dongqing awoke, he witnessed this scenario.

And he was quite serious about it. 

In the light brown eyes, there appeared to be only one person.

“Mn?” Shen Dongqing raised his hand, hooked Zhou Wenyan’s neck, leaned up and kissed him freely, then laid back and asked, nasally, “What are you staring at?”

 

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Zhou Wenyan pushed down the man attempting to flee, deepened the kiss, and smiled as he stated, “I’m looking at you.”

Shen Dongqing roused slightly more and turned his cheek to the side sheepishly: “To look at what I’m doing?” 

Zhou Wenyan: “Just looking at my little darling.”

Shen Dongqing blinked and hugged the pillow beside him.

Then he heard Zhou Wenyan say, “I want to eat something.”

Shen Dongqing became enthralled as soon as he heard the words “eat something.” He looked around and asked curiously, “Eat what?” 

Zhou Wenyan kept him in suspense: “Guess?”

Shen Dongqing soon discovered what Zhou Wenyan wanted to “eat.”

… … …

Zhou Wenyan had been looking forward to this meal for quite some time.
He had previously been interrupted in the middle of a play, but now that he had a chance, he had to double the recompense. 

A new day had arrived when he had finished eating and drinking his fill.

Shen Dongqing felt energized and vivacious after a sleep.
“Do you think we’ll be dragged to patch bugs again?” he asked, bouncing his legs as he lay on the table.

“It shouldn’t be so fast,” Zhou Wenyan said as he warmed a glass of milk and set it on the side.

Shen Dongqing grasped the glass in both hands and drank the milk in one go, gulp, gulp.
He had a film of white “mustache” on his lips after setting down the glass. 

When it came to eating, he was far too childlike.

Zhou Wenyan leaned in, kissed him, and assisted in cleaning the milk from his lips.

But it was lovely; he adored this side of Shen Dongqing.

After sampling his lips, Zhou Wenyan sat on the side: “But not necessarily.” 

Who knew what this stupid game would come up with.

After all, there were so many instances in the game.
Maybe it would find a special game field with bugs again and then pull them in and trap them.

 

If there was a next time, they would not be so fortunate.
After all, there was only one special prop card for “external aid,” and there would be no more.

Shen Dongqing grew nervous upon hearing what he said: “What if I get stuck in a ravine next time?” 

Not having food or drink was manageable, but without electricity, Internet, and entertainment, wouldn’t it be similar to being imprisoned?

“As long as we enter other game instances, we’ll be alright,” Zhou Wenyan reassured.

Except for the already configured reminders, the game could not interfere with anything once the instance was launched.

That is, even if there were 180 bugs outside, the game couldn’t cut them off halfway and drag them from a game instance. 

Shen Dongqing nodded, only half-understanding, “Then let’s hurry in.”

Zhou Wenyan took out the black leather notebook.

Others may not find this prop valuable, but with it in their hands, they could easily and quickly pop out a copy of the token and go in to clear the instance.

The sole disadvantage was that high-level game instances had a very low token drop rate.
So far, only a few low-level games have been harvested. 

Zhou Wenyan opened the notebook, and it rattled before flipping over to one of the pages directly.
It had something on it, and when he picked it up, it was a letter.

Letters were an old mode of communication.
Modern folks seldom ever wrote anything, let alone letters.

Then the location where this letter was delivered must be backward and closed.

When Zhou Wenyan opened the letter, the handwriting was still legible. 

[…Grandma’s health is deteriorating rapidly.
She’s hoping to see you one last time… We still live at the same place in the village.
Will you come back?

Inscription: Ah Ying]

An electric tricycle wobbled and drove on the country road.

Autumn had arrived.
There were golden ears of wheat on both sides as far as the eye could see.
The wind made a faint sound when it blew. 

An elderly man with gray hair was riding the tricycle.
The back seat had an old-fashioned radio playing sporadic sounds, but that didn’t stop the old man from enjoying himself and singing at the top of his lungs.

Fizzzz—

 

Finally, this radio couldn’t hold on.
The singing voice vanished, leaving just the harsh electric noise.

The boy nearest to it felt uncomfortable listening to it, put up with it for a bit, then tried to turn off the radio when it didn’t stop crackling.
But because he didn’t know anything about this old-fashioned facility, he just punched a few buttons blindly, and the static was silenced. 

After a brief pause, the radio resumed its blaring.
The boy tried to duplicate the trick, but before he could, a familiar game sound rang out in the buzzing.

[You have arrived in an ancient town.]

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[Your identities are distinct, as are your objectives for visiting the ancient town.
Please complete your task and leave the ancient town safely.]

[Please note: The mode of this round of games is slightly different from the previous ones.
Not only are the players improving, but the game is also striving to learn.
Requesting all players to experience the new mode for themselves.
It could be easier than the earlier game fields, or it could kill you oh] 

The way it said “oh” was just asking for a beating.

After saying a bunch of rubbish, the game system vanished, leaving only the radio to continue belting out Chinese opera.

The youth repeatedly swatted the radio in disbelief, but was unable to get the gaming system to return to explain it fully, and nearly smashed the radio, earning the elderly man’s supercilious glare on the spot.

The youth was a little terrified by the sight of the old man, so he put down the radio and turned to face the other passengers in the electric tricycle. 

After entering the game, the players were changed into ancient-style disguises.
This procedure might be described as routine.
Only a novice who had just arrived was taken aback, while the other players seemed unfazed.

The only difference was that the game had prepared personal belongings as well as an identity explanation, which was a little too considerate.

“I’m a private detective, and I’m here to investigate a disappearance eighteen years ago,” the boy explained.
“The missing person vanished in this ancient town.” He shrugged his shoulders and said, “It’s been eighteen years.
I believe the leads will be cold…wait a second!”

He flipped through the identity description: “My skills are Tracking and Unlocking?” 

The old players on the scene turned a little stupid.

Why was the game being so nice and assigning skills this time?

However, because the rookie girl was unaware of the circumstance, she accepted it faster than the older players: “Isn’t this an RPG? Or even a TRPG? I’ll check my character card…”

The girl went through her belongings: “I’m a recent graduate intern.
Because the previous doctor was ill and unable to work, I was appointed to temporarily fill his position.
So my skill is Healing, but as an intern, I can only handle non-fatal injuries.” 

Like a Nanny.

The girl exhaled a sigh of relief.
No matter what game it was, everyone prioritized protecting the healer.

 

Another tall girl said: “My identity is that of a photographer.
I came to photograph the scenery.
My skills are Persuade and Library Utilization.
Maybe it’s because photographers work outside all year.”

The three were identified as a detective, a doctor and a photographer. 

They didn’t seem to fit, yet they’d appeared on the same electric tricycle.

They looked at the other two people who had not said anything after they introduced themselves.

Wait…where did they get the ice cream in their hands?

The players were full of doubts. 

Zhou Wenyan followed the crowd to introduce himself, holding the pink ice cream that didn’t exactly fit his temperament: “My identity is that of an aborigine who left the ancient town at a young age to attend a university elsewhere.
Because my grandmother recovered from a difficult illness, I have Affinity and Psychology skills.”

The detective turned to face the person seated next to Zhou Wenyan.

Probably because he was assigned the identity of a detective, he could keenly sense the unusual relationship between the two.

Crunch, crunch.
“I’m his boyfriend, and we came back together,” Shen Dongqing replied vaguely after taking two bites of the crisp waffle cone surrounding the ice cream. 

The game did not play a trick on him this time, and assigned him a normal identity.

“Skills…” Shen Dongqing glanced at his character card.
“Empty? I don’t have any skills!”

Players: ?

Was it a BUG? 

The electric tricycle came to a halt at this point, and the old guy yelled, “Here we are!”

This was a secluded ancient settlement that had not been eroded by modern civilization.
It looked like a scroll of Jiangnan ink wash painting.

The town’s buildings were entirely white-walled and black-tiled, with bluestone streets.
The only thing that stood out was a bright temple halfway up a distant mountainside.
The temple appeared blurry as white mist drifted up in spirals.

The players all gazed at the temple at the same time as they heard the game prompt again. 

[You seem to have detected something.
You need to pass an Investigation Check.]

The old players who had long been accustomed to fleeing once the game finished providing the key information of the instance: ?

 

But the intern girl reacted quickly: “We’re simply role-playing.
In the game, throwing dice determines whether you acquire clues or fight monsters.” After she finished speaking, she looked suspiciously at the old players who stood there with confused faces, “How come you don’t know anything?”

Old players: … 

They had no idea that this stupid game could be upgraded to learn as well!

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The author has something to say: I’ve been very interested in TRPGs recently, so I let Xiao Dongqing go in and play.
There are many magical changes that I beg TRPG bosses to ignore!

Translator: 

Dear US readers, Happy Independence Day!