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Chapter 124 Getting More Self-Absorbed

Wasn’t it said that this bow and arrow would make the person hit completely obedient to her?

What the heck does this deranged statement mean?!

Then Tianji gave her the answer—

[This bow and arrow does not make the target completely obedient; please refer to the detailed introduction for the rules.]

Xia Xinyan immediately checked the details of the bow and arrow—

[When the bow and arrow hit a target, the target will gain 100% affection towards the user and will close the distance to the user in any way they deem appropriate.]

[Once the target enters this state, attacking them again with Cupid’s Bow will not refresh the affection value.]

[Issuing commands that cannot be completed or that the target resists will decrease the affection. The lower the affection, the lower the chance the target will follow commands. If the target suffers damage, the affection will also decrease; the higher the damage, the more the affection drops.]

Then there was a long list of examples of impossible commands.

This is actually quite normal; if it could ignore all rules and apply to everyone, making them obey unconditionally, then this bow and arrow couldn’t be called a divine artifact, but a conceptual weapon instead.

For instance, shooting an enemy you couldn’t beat with an arrow and then ordering them to commit suicide—wouldn’t that be an unbeatable tactic? The game system would surely not agree with finding bugs like that.

And also… shooting a chicken to turn it into a phoenix is simply impossible; if that were the case, the entire world would probably crash.

Clearly, such a bug weapon wouldn’t exist in reality; even in a game, it wouldn’t be possible.

But still… what the heck is this old man’s reaction supposed to mean?!

And she noticed that this old man had suddenly lost 20% of his [affection value], which only she could see!

Could it be because of that command she just gave?!

She wanted to smash this bow and arrow; what a piece of junk!

However, now’s not the time to complain about this—if she didn’t find a way to escape here, she’d probably die.

After thinking for a few seconds, she suddenly said, “Sing a song at the top of your lungs.”

This command should be obeyed, right?

The old man stared at her for a few seconds, then slowly nodded, then suddenly threw his head back and let out a furious roar, immediately followed by his broken voice starting to sing.

Xia Xinyan nearly jumped at the sound.

This is… way too off-key.

The song he sang didn’t exist in reality; perhaps it was to avoid copyright issues. The lyrics were decent, but the singing… was torture.

Xia Xinyan pursed her lips and tilted her head to look out the window.

She wasn’t sure where she had been teleported to, but based on her experience, the size of this type of dungeon map shouldn’t be too large—this doesn’t mean the area they could move in was small; in fact, each dungeon map could be comparable to an Earth, but the places players could actually access were quite limited—that limited space was the main stage of the dungeon.

And for a place like this without quick transport tools, and with players lacking quick movement abilities, the game’s designated stage shouldn’t be too large, otherwise, it would just unnecessarily increase the dungeon’s duration.

She bet this dungeon was as she thought, so she should be close to where she was teleported.

So if she could make this old man make enough noise, it might attract Ling Mo’s attention.

Right now, she could only rely on Ling Mo for help.

The old man was indeed singing for his life, each word shouted out with all his might, his face looking like a dehydrated old apple that was now glowing like a child, complete with a strangely comical flush.

Xia Xinyan suddenly worried that he might just die from the yelling before Ling Mo arrived.

Wait… if that happened, wouldn’t it still count as passing for her?

The task only required killing the Hunter or surviving until the next day—one choice or the other.

But the old man was surprisingly resilient, managing to get through a whole song while shouting, even as he started to breathe heavily and struggled for breath; he still finished the last note.

However, he was now down to 20% affection value.

Xia Xinyan frowned slightly and raised her bow again.

But before she could make a seamless connection, there was suddenly a noise in the corridor.

In the next moment, the classroom door was violently smashed open from the outside, and a thin figure rushed in, charging straight for the old man, delivering a fierce punch that sent him flying through the window.

It was only then that Xia Xinyan recognized who had entered—it was Ling Mo.

Hmm… not bad.

“Xinyan!” After punching the old man away, Ling Mo didn’t even have time to check on him and rushed over, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?!”

Heaven knows how scared he was when he saw Xia Xinyan suddenly disappear in front of him.

This was the first unexpected incident he had encountered.

He had promised to protect her in the game.

He couldn’t bear to think what Xia Xinyan would think of him if she really died in front of him.

—that thought had perhaps already become a hurdle in his mind.

He had vowed to protect Xia Xinyan, and he would do so at any cost.

Even if it was just a game.

Xia Xinyan, of course, was unaware of his thoughts, but she was quite satisfied with his speed in rescuing her: “Not too bad yet, can you find a way to destroy this formation?”

She couldn’t leave this formation right now, nor could she touch it; to escape, she had to rely on the people outside.

Ling Mo also noticed the glowing formation beneath her feet and felt a pang of concern: “How do we destroy it?”

“Don’t know.”

“…”

Ling Mo fell silent for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and rubbed one corner of the formation with his foot.

Xia Xinyan distinctly felt that when the formation was damaged, the life force being drained from her suddenly decreased significantly.

“It’s effective!” she quickly said, “If you erase the entire formation, it should free me.”

Upon hearing this, Ling Mo immediately squatted down and started erasing the formation without a word, but the formation was quite large, and many lines were spaced apart, making it inefficient to use hands or feet. Gritting his teeth, Ling Mo suddenly stripped off his shirt and began using it as a rag to wipe it aggressively.

Xia Xinyan watched as he circled around, cleaning the formation, until the last segment was erased, and the binding power holding her vanished.

She immediately floated out: “Okay, Mo Mo, well done.”

Ling Mo stood up, his expression complicated as he met her gaze.

There was worry, fear, guilt, and relief.

Paired with his currently thinner appearance, he radiated a certain worn-out charm.

However, after removing his shirt, his perfectly sculpted muscles were fully on display, adding a lot of masculinity to him.

For a moment, Xia Xinyan found herself somewhat mesmerized.

…Suddenly thought, she was really getting more self-absorbed.