The girl had just fled when several more people immediately took her place.
Through the castle balcony, Fu Songcheng looked inside and caught a few pairs of peeking eyes.
Since they’d come, then line up—one at a time.
His gaze was proud and aloof, and his temper toward these people was hardly good.
Yet the Source Star fans ate this up.
[Ahhhhh Brother Fu’s look like he’s staring at trash! I’m dead!]
[Let me get cursed at by him once, I’m begging!]
[The one above, reel in your drool—that’s my cyber wife!]
“Brother Fu, I’ve long admired—”
A young man in a hoodie walked up to Fu Songcheng’s side.
Ding.
Fu Songcheng clinked his wine glass lightly against the man’s, producing a crisp sound.
The system notification sounded accordingly.
[Fourth round of Truth or Dare.]
“I ask first.”
Fu Songcheng’s tone was icy, even somewhat bored. “That item hidden in your left cuff—is it for recording?”
The male player had indeed hidden a miniature item, planning to record exclusive footage of Fu Songcheng to show off on the Source Star forums and sell for a good price.
But he’d hidden it so well—how had Fu Songcheng spotted it?!
“Yes…”
He hadn’t lied, but his answer clearly lacked confidence—after all, his little scheme had been seen through by Fu Songcheng.
“It’s fine. If you’d brought a lethal weapon, I would’ve killed you first. Record if you want.”
The cameras around Fu Songcheng were many; one more wasn’t enough to provoke his fury, and one fewer wasn’t enough to soothe his resentment.
Since the other had answered honestly, Fu Songcheng was naturally easy to deal with. “Ask.”
The young man hadn’t expected Fu Songcheng to be quite this agreeable. He asked his question: “Between you and Yu Huaiting, who’s on top?”
Fu Songcheng: “…”
A binary question—whether he answered yes or no, the final judgment would reveal the answer.
Couldn’t they ask something proper!
Seeing Fu Songcheng silent for a long while, watching him wordlessly, the player was very perceptive: “I concede. I know the answer.”
[System Notification: Duel over. Defeated party concedes.]
[Detected low-grade item in defeated party’s backpack. Randomly drawing…]
[Settlement: Player Fu Songcheng obtains E-rank Item: Fountain Pen.]
[Item Description: Can write stories on any object.]
The young man chatted two more rounds with Fu Songcheng, telling the truth the whole time, and even circled Fu Songcheng to try to capture a divine shot, before finally leaving reluctantly.
Then a little girl in a Lolita dress came pattering over on her little leather shoes, proactively raising her glass: “Ding!”
“How many times do you two usually do it in a night?”
“…”
“Does he know how to coax and stop?”
“…”
“What’s your source… urgh… MBTI?”
Personality classification had a different name on Source Star; she’d misspoken and took a while to correct herself.
Fu Songcheng finally got a normal question: “INFJ.”
[I can’t, why does Fu Songcheng go silent whenever he hits a hard question.]
[Is it that hard to answer? I’ve got the answer hehehe.]
[Teacher, the pen’s yours—please feed us!]
These Source Star people regarded Blue Star people as NPCs, but in Fu Songcheng’s eyes, they were more like the NPCs. Each person came up to him, asked three inconsequential questions, then the next swapped in.
After sending off batch after batch of strange “players,” the balcony finally quieted down for the time being.
Fu Songcheng opened his system panel and glanced at his spoils.
6,600 points, and twelve low-grade items.
Items ranging from E-rank to slightly usable B-rank.
“It’s a friendship instance after all—high-grade item drop rates are still low.”
Fu Songcheng closed the panel, not too disappointed—this was a completely cost-free, hundred-percent-profit business, like picking things up for free.
Just then, hurried footsteps broke the balcony’s tranquility.
A hotel NPC waiter in a vest rushed in drenched in sweat, his expression extremely anxious.
“Sir—Mr. Fu!”
“Please, go rein in your teammate! The hall—the hall is about to be flipped over by him!”
Fu Songcheng looked surprised on the surface, but inwardly he was snickering.
Because of the Bitter Couple’s special negative binding effect, Fu Songcheng actually knew clearly where Yu Huaiting was—even whether he was in intense activity or resting. He’d been sensing Yu Huaiting being especially excited and agitated the whole time.
Yu Huaiting was causing trouble—so what?
“What’s he done?”
Fu Songcheng asked knowingly.
Seeing him so calm and at ease, the NPC waiter was sweating from anxiety. “Just go look and you’ll see!”
Fu Songcheng chuckled softly, set his wine glass on the railing—might as well go watch the fun, treat it as a halftime break.
He followed the waiter out of the balcony to the indoor corridor on the second floor and looked down at the banquet hall on the first floor.
After clearly seeing the scene below, even the usually steady Fu Songcheng couldn’t help raising an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curving into a barely suppressible smile.
The hall was in complete chaos—chickens flying, dogs jumping, people tumbling.
If Fu Songcheng on the balcony earlier had been “waiting by a tree for a rabbit” single-VIP service, then Yu Huaiting downstairs was simply a disastrous “battle royale.”
The originally elegant banquet hall had now been cleared of a large central area, and everyone was darting about like headless flies.
And the source of this chaos was none other than Yu Huaiting.
He was like an extremely energetic sheepdog—wherever he ran, the crowd there would automatically scatter, everyone desperately squeezing into corners, wishing they could embed themselves into the cracks in the walls, the farther from him the better.
And Yu Huaiting would head wherever there were more people, grinning as he raised his greatsword, the very picture of a demon king.
Standing beside Fu Songcheng, the waiter stomped his feet in anxiety. “Your teammate can tie dozens of people together at once and force them into Truth or Dare!”
Fu Songcheng had to try very hard to hold back his laugh, frowning seriously. “That really is terrible!”
[Me first—I’m a level-ten Fu Songcheng micro-expression scholar, he’s been laughing nonstop!]
[Who says? He’s just thinking of something happy.]
“And then he directly initiates group duels! Just him, alone, carrying his greatsword, hacking group after group! Everyone gets beaten into scattering, conceding and begging for mercy and handing over items, and the next second he initiates a whole new round of Truth or Dare!”
The waiter grew more and more frantic as he spoke. “Please, hurry and persuade him to stop!”
Of course Fu Songcheng knew what this was—an utterly shameless chain-harvesting tactic. It was the very scheme he’d given Yu Huaiting half an hour ago.
The skill Yu Huaiting had obtained from the Fierce Souls Burning with Resentment instance—[Shadow]—could make multiple individuals become his targets. And this banquet’s “Truth or Dare” mechanic, as it happened, placed no limit on how many times you could initiate against the same target.
Combine the two, plus the fact that Source Star players had almost no combat power at all—even capitalists would weep at this.
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