Chapter 1 Important Hints

[Important Notice: Your inventory has been locked; your psionic weapons have been locked; before the end of this scenario, the only weapon you can use is the sword in your hand; all active skills other than combat skills cannot be used.]

"What!" Having just heard the inexplicable opening remarks, Feng Bujue heard another incredibly lousy setting.

And… that wasn't all…

[Important Notice Two: In this scenario, a special stat will be introduced. This stat is currently displayed in your game menu, and its changes will affect your performance in combat.]

Before the voice faded, Feng Bujue opened the game menu and quickly found the so-called "special stat" below the Life, Stamina, and Spirit bars.

"It's actually... Swag?" Brother Jue was completely shocked when he saw the words [Swag: +10] in the menu. There were just too many things wrong with this setting, comparable to the "Protagonist Aura" back then...

[Main Quest Triggered]

[Kill all members of the opposing team]

After the introduction and hints were finished, the quest appeared smoothly.

And this moment also heralded the start of this battle.

"Geez... only being able to use combat skills and melee weapons... is quite disadvantageous to me..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "The opponent is a top expert in that area..."

Anyone that Feng Bujue considered a "top expert" naturally had some ability.

At this moment, standing on the rooftop opposite him was such a person…

Her figure was graceful and tall, her appearance otherworldly and refined. Her white skin, illuminated by the moonlight, possessed a captivating beauty.

On her white gown were vivid blood cherry blossom patterns. A gentle breeze blew... her skirt swayed lightly in the wind, her figure floating like an immortal.

In this battle, Xu Huaishang was using her accustomed dual blades.

And Feng Bujue... was using a newly acquired sword.

The degree to which the two were familiar with their weapons was worlds apart; this alone... had already evened out the gap in their raw strength.

It could be said... that the difference in strength that Brother Jue had created through specialization, level, and equipment had vanished the moment he entered the scenario.

"Tch... unfair to me in every sense of the word..." Feng Bujue thought to himself again, "As expected of a goddess, even the system takes special care of you..."

"Feng Bujue." At this moment, Xu Huaishang suddenly spoke, her tone cold and calm, "I've always looked forward to fighting you again, but I didn't expect... this battle would come so soon."

After hearing this, Brother Jue didn't speak for a long time…

About ten seconds passed before he replied, "Does it have to be a fight?"

Xu Huaishang chuckled, "Heh... why not? This isn't a competition, and there's no one watching. Are you afraid of losing?"

Clearly, the goddess Xu misunderstood the intention behind Brother Jue's words... so she responded with such seriousness.

"Sigh..." Brother Jue sighed, then slowly turned sideways, holding the sheathed sword between his arm and chest, crossed his arms, and struck a deliberately dashing pose, "On the road, the willow catkins fly in the misty rain, a cuckoo calls amidst the azaleas. Year after year, why don't I return home? For whom does the moon evoke sadness and the smoke, melancholy?" He did absolutely nothing, first reciting a poem, then turned his head and glanced at his opponent, "Xu Huaishang... as the saying goes, the falling flower has intentions, but the flowing water is heartless, why must you force me so?"

"Huh?" Goddess Xu's face flushed instantly. There was shock, doubt, anger, and a bit of amusement in her heart, "What's gotten into you? Why are you trying to look cool? Why are you making it sound like I'm trying to chase after you?"

Before she finished speaking, Xu Huaishang figured it out herself, and immediately added, "Oh~ I get it..." Although it was a few seconds late, she still understood Brother Jue's intention, "Trying to boost your Swag, right?"

Never would she have expected... that after Xu Huaishang said these three words, her own Swag dropped twenty points on the spot, turning into negative ten...

"Crap..." Seeing this, her expression changed slightly, and she thought to herself, "That nonsensical stat has turned negative... it seems I can't say serious things..." Thinking of this, she looked up at Brother Jue in the distance, "But... to act all chuuni like him to boost the stat... isn't that too embarrassing!"

That's right… it was very embarrassing. But… Feng Bujue didn't care.

This was where the system was fair. Since Xu Huaishang had gained a clear advantage in direct combat, the system would inevitably give Feng Bujue a way to turn the tables. And right now, the concrete manifestation of that method was… Swag.

"Ah... the wind today, is quite boisterous..." Facing Xu Huaishang's question, Feng Bujue continued to make conversation, looked up at the moon, and said a line full of things to make fun of.

However, Xu Huaishang couldn't retort, because if she did, she'd lose…

"Hmph..." Her face flushed red, "Is it... the wind... that is crying..."

"Hmm?" Feng Bujue's eyes narrowed as he looked at Xu Huaishang, thinking to himself, "She actually picked up on it! I thought someone like you wouldn't get the point, but she actually did!"

At the same time, Xu Huaishang's inner thoughts were, "No... no, no, no... this is indeed super embarrassing! I thought that after saying it, it wouldn't be a big deal, but it's still hard to accept!"

Neither of them knew what the other was thinking, because on the surface, they both maintained a calm, cool, and collected demeanor.

"I can fight you..." Feng Bujue paused for two seconds, then said, "But... can you really receive my sword?"

"Why not?" Xu Huaishang replied.

"Because your heart isn't calm yet." After Feng Bujue said this, he thought to himself, "What the heck kind of reason is that!"

"How do you know?" Xu Huaishang said coldly.

"I just know," Brother Jue said coldly.

Then both of them internally complained, "Two lunatics!"

"Perhaps, a restless heart is a good thing," Xu Huaishang wanted to change the subject, seeking to quickly start the fight, "Because your sword has never been calm either."

"My sword..." Feng Bujue said, raising his sword with one hand, but with no intention of drawing it, "Is indeed restless..." He paused, "But my heart has already died."

"Go die! You can really go die! Too shameless! I can't even look at myself anymore if I keep messing around with you!" Xu Huaishang cursed repeatedly in her heart.

Although she was itching with hatred, she couldn't express it, and could only continue to pretend on the surface: "Is that so? When did it die?"

Feng Bujue snorted coldly and flicked his bangs: "Hmph... of course, it was from the moment I mastered 'that move'."