The People Who Are Still Worried

"Elvy, it's time to leave."

Dunleavy knocked on the bedroom door forcefully. After waiting for a while, he still did not receive any response from Elvy, so he pushed the door open rudely.

"Hey, Elvy, don't think about not leaving. They're all waiting downstairs…"

Dunleavy suddenly paused.

He glanced at Elvy, who was lying on the bed with her personal terminal clearly connected to the Martial Soul game. He shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Why is she so obsessed now? She doesn't even let go of such a short period of time."

At this moment, he could not continue to wait patiently like usual. He reached out and pressed the button, opening the external awakening button on the data access terminal.

A moment later, Elvy opened her eyes and looked at Dunleavy with dissatisfaction.

"Why are you in such a hurry to call me out? Perhaps that guy will respond in a while."