Gentlemanly Scumbag!

Usually, she was most afraid of pain.

Fear triumphed over pain in the game. It was only now that she felt it.

But rooster poop was too disgusting.

She used a pair of scissors to cut off a corner of her shirt and wiped the rooster poop off the back of her hand.

Neither of them spoke.

Perhaps it was because it was too quiet and the atmosphere was a little oppressive, the girl took the initiative to find a topic to break the silence.

"The black cloth that was damaged by the guardian beast has all been restored to its original state."

"Yeah, everything from before has returned to normal."

Meanwhile, the God who had restored the black cloth sighed in distress as he looked at the pieces of cloth fluttering like snow.

"Indeed, there should be a rule that forbids NPCs from destroying game equipment. These children are too lively."

His divine voice was ethereal and illusory. His appearance dispersed the gloom and coldness in the maze.

Divine light filled the sky, auspicious and peaceful.

After the battle ended, this scene could easily calm the restlessness and excitement in one's heart.

Felicia laid on the ground with her eyes closed.

Nancy bent one leg and stared at the person not far away.

He was wearing a light golden robe flowing with light and vibrant colors. There seemed to be cloud patterns floating around him, his black hair was pure like ink and his figure was graceful.

From the back, he looked like a sacred Immortal God.

When he turned around, one could see unparalleled beauty that captivated everyone's eyes.

But when he spoke—

"Human child, your gaze makes me hot all over."

Nancy: "…"

When he spoke, she wanted to clench her fists.

He was a gentleman-looking scumbag no doubt.

The repairman raised his hand and restored another piece of tattered black cloth before turning around.

His bony fingers adjusted his glasses, and the five rings sparkled brightly.

His expression was still of pity and acceptance, something only God could show.

Nancy asked, "Why are you wearing glasses?"

"I'm nearsighted," said the repairman.

Nancy: "…"

After the black cloth was restored, he walked over.

There seemed to be flowing light as he walked. Although he was surrounded by dark and terrifying giant cloths, his body was warm and peaceful like a quiet church.

He stopped in front of Nancy.

Lowering his head slightly, he sized her up and said, "I was really worried that you won't be able to withstand the backlash of prying into the divine secrets."

He frowned slightly as if he was genuinely worried for her.

Nancy: "…"

Did you not do it on purpose?

He seemed to understand the girl's expression.

The repairman reached out a finger and tapped her forehead. The gesture was intimate, but not suggestive.

This was because Nancy saw tolerance and love in his eyes.

To hell with his love!

He said, "Everything in the world has rules. The rules of the game are clear and stern. Since you've probed the secret, you naturally have to bear the consequences."

He was like a holy existence, full of divinity and tolerance.

Like an elder, he patiently taught her the laws of the world.

Looking at the girl's innocent eyes, he raised his hand and pressed on her head.

He sighed and said, "Such a weak and innocent human child actually made it all the way to this stage. I'm impressed but I also pity you. There are still more than four hours left. It's really not easy."

Nancy's lips twitched.

If it was in the past, her bad temper would have made her pin him to the ground.

The repairman straightened his body and smiled at her from within the divine light, "Good luck, poor child."

As the divine light faded, the damp and gloomy atmosphere instantly filled the entire place.

Nancy bit her lower lip.

She clenched her fists and pounded on the floor a few times, waking Felicia up.