Confess System: Picking Up Girls After Girls, Try Not to Get Killed!
【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】 "I can read minds and I understand psychology. I can identify everything and even predict my own death. However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die. The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls. The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes. If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……" --- steady update. 2 chapters per day xD
Old Comrade
For Splurt, it would have been no difficult feat to seize the Blaze Steed at this moment, but keeping Nassar alive would prove more advantageous to him.
Under Nassar's watchful gaze, Splurt penned a letter, sealed with his own handprint and seal, and handed it to Nassar.
"You've seen the contents already. Deliver this letter to the mayor, and he will acknowledge your 'identity.' ...Afterward, we'll seize an opportunity to 'dispose' of his eldest son, and you'll become the legitimate successor to the mayoral throne."
Splurt narrowed his eyes; while it seemed he was assisting Nassar, it was in truth a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Nassar's hands trembled as he accepted the letter, which represented years of meticulous scheming to infiltrate The Quest Guild and attain a leadership position.
With Splurt's influence and status, the mayor would undoubtedly show him due respect.
"Enough, I've written the letter. Bring forth the Blaze Steed."
"As you command, Lord Splurt."