106. Unable to reach the top, so it was dismantled.

“Why does the name of this game sound so strange? A bunch of characters with the ghost radical passed the review? The game's backend must be pretty solid!” Chen Sheng couldn’t help but say.

Of course, what he really wanted to complain about was the game’s name.

“Chimei Wangliang”—what kind of nonsense name is that?

Is it some kind of summoning spell?

“Strange? Not at all!” A certain young girl muttered softly with a puzzled expression.

But Chen Sheng heard her clearly.

He raised an eyebrow thoughtfully and asked, “This name… you didn’t happen to come up with it, did you?”

“Yeah!” Yu Youxin nodded.

Chimei Wangliang—that was the name she gave it.

Because she didn’t really know what that eerie, supernatural space was called. She couldn’t just call it “Death +1,” could she?

Although, at first, that was indeed what she intended to name it.

Chen Sheng’s expression turned peculiar.

Not because of the name “Chimei Wangliang” itself, but because it made him think of something—that this so-called “Chimei Wangliang” game might have been created by this girl through someone else.

He thought about Yu Youxin’s background. Although she had never openly mentioned it, that didn’t stop Chen Sheng from imagining. With a bit of reasonable conjecture and the hints she occasionally dropped, Yu Youxin definitely had the capability to make a “game.”

After all, creating something original is hard, but “copying homework” is easy!

Money makes it possible.

So Chen Sheng asked, “When you say you want to lie down inside, where do you mean? The game pod?”

“I’ll take you there tomorrow,” Yu Youxin replied, dodging the question since it was a sudden idea. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to lure out “Chimei Wangliang.”

Even if she didn’t try, “Chimei Wangliang” would be drawn to Chen Sheng anyway.

Compared to other “great desire seekers” who returned from the “death world,” Chen Sheng seemed to possess a special attraction to this world of “Chimei Wangliang.”

In just half a month, “Chimei Wangliang” had tried to pull Chen Sheng in three times already.

This frequency was more than what others returning from the “death world” would experience in their entire lifetime.

“Tomorrow?”

Chen Sheng nodded, then asked, “Do you want to eat something?”

“I’m not hungry. Old Chen, haven’t you eaten yet?” She didn’t really need food; she had only eaten before because Chen Sheng did.

If she craved something, she could just go out and smell the aromas around.

“Then I’ll just eat something simple.”

Chen Sheng said so and did just that.

He cooked a bowl of vermicelli stew with vegetables and shiitake mushrooms. Just as he brought it to the table, he saw someone across from him stretching her neck, eagerly sniffing the aroma with her little nose.

“Want some?” Chen Sheng saw her looking so eager and handed her his chopsticks.

“No thanks,” Yu Youxin said and ran off after inhaling enough of the scent.

Why did she do that?

Not because Chen Sheng’s cooking was that good, but because even if she said no, it was a different matter if he didn’t make something for her.

Chen Sheng took a bite and was stunned.

He looked down at the still-steaming vermicelli stew with a strange expression. “It’s still hot, but why does it taste so cold? And why does it taste so bad? Could the vegetables and mushrooms be stale?”

Disgusted, Chen Sheng almost threw it away but decided not to waste it. He reheated it, added some beef sauce, and ate it half-heartedly.

The night passed as usual, with nothing out of the ordinary.

But the next day after work, Chen Sheng came home excited and asked right away, “Where are we going next?”

The monotonous grind of daily work was dull. Though he could find moments to go out and play to relieve fatigue, with a tight budget and no peaceful place to relax—whether fishing or sightseeing—the only true escape was through games.

Games were the easiest source of happiness.

And as long as one could find joy in wasted time, it was not truly time lost!

A certain girl lying on the sofa, feet propped up, said without turning her head, “You mean Chimei Wangliang? We’re not going!”

“Why not?” Chen Sheng raised an eyebrow. Didn’t she agree just last night?

“I’ll tell you later,” she replied.

She hadn’t yet figured out what excuse to make.

It was easy to lure out “Chimei Wangliang,” but to keep Chen Sheng from noticing that it wasn’t just a game was tough!

Chen Sheng thought of that world as a game world, and the “death world” place as the newbie village because of his preconceived notions and a series of coincidences.

At first, she hadn’t expected Chen Sheng to treat that world as a game!

Though she had borrowed the name of that popular healing game at the time, she expected Chen Sheng to realize something was off soon.

But who could have guessed that the usually serious and diligent “Old Chen,” after entering that world, would completely let loose under the mistaken belief that it was merely a game?

Not only did he snatch a notorious execution tool from a famous malevolent spirit, but he also redefined that weapon—and astonishingly, the weapon accepted him!

With that execution tool in hand, plus the curse immunity she gave him, ghosts below the level of malevolent spirits feared Chen Sheng.

And when facing malevolent spirits, curses couldn’t harm him, and the weapon would awaken in the face of a strong enemy.

Though not quite as terrifying, he was still untouchable.

If his weapon was weaker than the noose frame, it would suffer damage from the weapon’s awakening itself.

Thinking of this, Yu Youxin, feeling utterly speechless, pouted and said, “Because the game company behind that game went bankrupt.”

“Are you making this up now?” Chen Sheng asked skeptically, shocked.

What were the chances?

And she was going to tell him this later?

“Impossible! Besides, the company behind Chimei Wangliang was acquired by the company that made the game you play. They’re supposedly merging, to give players a surprise.”

“Is that so?” Chen Sheng began to believe her, though he still felt something was off. Then Yu Youxin added, “Old Chen, do you know anyone well in Upper Sanjiang City?”

“No,” Chen Sheng shook his head.

He didn’t even know how to add other players as friends, let alone have close connections.

“Then don’t go to Upper Sanjiang City tonight.”

“Why not?”

“Because the Lost Mist has appeared early.” Her clear eyes flickered with a hint of fear.

The Lost Mist was an ominous phenomenon in that world.

No one knew how it formed.

All that was known: those swallowed by the Lost Mist never returned.

She looked at her hand.

Though she tried to control it, her hand had turned to stone—a sign that the Lost Mist was about to appear. And she was currently in Upper Sanjiang City.

“Early? Lost Mist? What is that?” Chen Sheng was stunned. Naturally, he had no idea.