The Beauty Trap

Looking at the woman in the pink bodycon skirt in front of him, Irving furrowed his brows.

He had originally thought that the player trading the tracking crystals with him in the game was a man. He hadn't expected it to be the beautiful woman standing before him.

"What's the matter? I came all this way to trade with you, and you won't even let me in?" The woman in the pink bodycon skirt smiled, a hint of amusement glimmering beneath her long eyelashes.

Irving nodded, not overthinking it. After all, their voices had been specially processed during their conversation. What concerned him most now were those tracking crystals—twenty in total.

If those tracking crystals fell into the hands of the guilds hunting him, his identity might be exposed even before the apocalypse arrived, and that would be a huge problem.

"Come in." Irving said as he stepped aside to let her in. He glanced outside the villa out of habit and, seeing nothing unusual, relaxed.