Regarding how to get the red panda, that store manager didn’t say much, just indicated it would take so ti. However, Duanmu Huai didn’t care, as long as he got the result, he didn’t concern himself with other things.
As for Duanmu Huai, he’s basically just lazing around at ho.
Honestly, Duanmu Huai actually quite likes this world of enhanced trials. On one hand, the world is separate from reality, like entering a dungeon. You could hang in the dungeon for a lifeti, and it wouldn’t affect your real-world activities.
Like last ti in the God of Destruction’s enhanced trial in the Westward Journey World, Duanmu Huai was on a spree, killing and eating all the while, even devouring endangered species — such imnse pleasure, he couldn’t contain himself.
This ti’s Ancient Trial, although not entirely to Duanmu Huai’s liking, it was still nice to slack off.
However, there were still parts that left Duanmu Huai puzzled.
Having experienced the enhancent trials for two different divine positions, Duanmu Huai was fairly familiar with the situations of divine positions, and precisely because of this familiarity, he developed a question.
Which is... how did this God of Joy divine position co to be?
The God of Destruction no need to ntion, Duanmu Huai initially aid for it because it could completely eliminate Subspace creatures, and he consistently used it.
The Ancient Dominator was sowhat unexpected, but since Duanmu Huai tore through the world of Cthulhu where Mary existed, obtaining this position wasn’t a big issue.
The Sixth Heavenly Demon King is understandable too, Duanmu Huai went against the Buddha so much in the Westward Journey World that he ended up grinding Tathagata on the ground, not getting the divine position specialized in dealing with monks would be strange.
Only the God of Joy’s position ca rather oddly. Although Duanmu Huai felt he did do so things, he thought... what he did didn’t quite asure up to this God of Joy position?
Though Duanmu Huai occasionally played pranks, like the pink Tutu, he thought he didn’t go overboard. It’s just the sort of fun most regular players enjoy, nowhere near those professional pranksters. Not to ntion he rarely engaged in such antics, so now thinking back, the origin of the God of Joy indeed seed peculiar.
The facts also prove this; among Duanmu Huai’s four divine positions, the God of Joy is completely at the bottom. The reason being Duanmu Huai genuinely hasn’t used it much or knows how to utilize it. The God of Destruction, Ancient Dominator, and Sixth Heavenly Demon King are understandable, but what’s the God of Joy supposed to do anyway?
Duanmu Huai has a feeling, as if this God of Joy was a position the system threw at him deliberately, like a profession nobody wants, and he foolishly agreed to be placed wherever.
Then they matched him to this.
It’s like wanting to study physics but getting allocated to landscape design, absurd.
Unfortunately, unlike a profession, a divine position can’t be changed... well, forget it. Since there’s no feasible solution, better not to worry about it.
"Whew..."
The ice in the glass gave a crisp clink, Duanmu Huai glanced at the drink in his hand and raised it.
"Boss, another drink."
"Oh."
Upon hearing Duanmu Huai speak, the bartender behind the counter imdiately picked up a glass and started mixing. At the sa ti, piano and singing echoed in the dimly lit bar. Duanmu Huai sat in the corner of the bar, gazing at the empty and dark venue.
"It’s clearly dayti, but there’s no one here."
"Because it’s dayti, duh."
The bar owner quipped and then slid the mixed drink forward.
"Here, seriously can’t believe a grown man like you drinks juice."
"You don’t know anything, the bar is all about the atmosphere."
Duanmu Huai rolled his eyes; like he said, his purpose in coming to the bar wasn’t the alcohol, it was purely for the vibe. Imagine the dimly lit bar, only a faint warm-colored spotlight illuminating the counter, casting everything else in twilight gloom. The record player spinning nostalgic classic jazz from the ’30s, along with the silent bartender and the mysterious man in the corner wrapped in a high-collared coat.
That’s the ambiance he wants; getting drunk here would be tasteless.
Frankly, those who drink till they’re wasted suit the dockside taverns more — dilapidated, wild, rough. Push open the door and see shabby tables, everywhere showing traces of brawling, sailors with booze-soaked noses passed out on the counter... yes, that’s truly where drinking belongs.
"Got coffee?"
"This isn’t a café, you want coffee, go to a café."
The boss sneered at Duanmu Huai’s inquiry.
"Just whether they’ll let you in is the problem."
"Tch, if I could go in, I wouldn’t be at your bar. Don’t be ungrateful."
Duanmu Huai complained. He had intended to visit a café, but regrettably, they wouldn’t let him in. So inevitably, Duanmu Huai had to find a bar to kill ti instead. Of course, this clearly wasn’t a legitimate bar, even the owner seed like he had so indescribable past, strong and muscular. And most guests here were similar, secretive like spies making contacts or neurotic like they’re plotting murder.
Hmm, maybe that’s why the boss didn’t stop him when he ca in.
Duanmu Huai really likes the atmosphere here, and since his visits, there’s been fewer people daring to get drunk and cause trouble, so the owner welcos him. Thus, over ti, Duanmu Huai beca a regular at this bar.
Of course, he never drinks alcohol, just orders soda or juice.
"If the custors find out you never drink, who knows what they’ll say."
"I could twist their heads off even if I’m drinking juice every day, they wouldn’t dare say anything."
Duanmu Huai huffed coldly.
"Speaking of, what was that incident with the Bai Fan family about?"
"What are you talking about?"
Duanmu Huai fiddled with his glass, entirely disregarding the attentive look from the owner.
"Don’t try to fool , I’m in this business too, heard so tidbits... was it your doing?"
"This seems unrelated to you, boss."
Facing the owner’s inquiry, Duanmu Huai took another sip of juice and looked towards the nearby TV — showing so dull news program, which Duanmu Huai couldn’t care less about. anwhile, the owner leaned over.
"Actually... I have a business proposition and need soone to lend a hand."
"Oh."
"To be honest, you might think I’m just talking nonsense after drinking too much, but I need a professional like you to help."
"I’m just a guest... Why do you think I can help?"
"Of course, I’ve done so research."
Looking at Duanmu Huai, who turned to face him, the boss chuckled.
"Jie Shen Village, Bai Fan’s Residence, for most ordinary people, it’s just a simple disaster, but I know there’s a secret behind it. Also......."
"Also......."
"....... Maybe it’s best I don’t say for now."
The boss shook his head.
"Anyway, soone is looking for an expert in this field, so I thought of you. How about it? Interested? By the way, in my opinion, you are quite connected."
"Connected? What do you an?"
"In any case, you’ll know when you et."
While speaking, the boss took out a business card from his pocket.
"Want to go et them?"
"This......."
Just as Duanmu Huai was about to say sothing, his phone suddenly rang. He gestured to the boss before picking up the phone.
"Hello."
Soon, the voice of the pet shop manager ca through the phone.
"Hello, custor, sorry to keep you waiting."
"Oh? You’ve got it?"
"Yes, just as you requested, a complete set of docunts, no problem going anywhere. Of course, the amount is as previously agreed."
"Alright, got it."
Duanmu Huai hung up the phone, stood up, and nodded to the boss.
"I have sothing to do, so I’ll leave first, boss. As for what you said, if they really need my help, they can co find ."
After saying this, Duanmu Huai turned and walked out of the bar. The boss watched Duanmu Huai’s tall figure disappear out the bar door, then shook his head helplessly.
"Really... each one has this kind of temperant. Oh well, I’m just a matchmaker, whether it succeeds... is up to them."
As an unemployed person, Duanmu Huai could spend every day in a bar drinking juice, but Shajuye couldn’t. The sumr vacation only lasts a month, and once it ends, she naturally has to go back to school. Of course, she’s happy to see classmates she hasn’t seen in a while. Honestly, for Shajuye, after experiencing the deep mountains and the Bai Fan family’s events, returning to normal school life felt sowhat unreal...
No, it should be said, this is reality.
Soon, after a day’s classes, Shajuye packed her bag and left school with her friends, ready to head ho. However, when she reached the school gate, she found students gathered there, looking at sothing in the distance.
Seeing this scene, Shajuye was curious and approached the other students to ask.
"What’s going on? What happened?"
"Shh, keep your voice down."
Hearing Shajuye’s question, one student turned to warn her imdiately.
"It seems like a gang is blocking the school gate."
"A gang?"
Hearing the student’s words, Shajuye curiously peeked over to look. She saw a bald man, fierce and sinister, wearing a black high-collared coat and sunglasses, sitting in a convertible car, staring at the school gate— it’s no wonder everyone was so nervous.
After all, it indeed looked like... uh... well...
Shajuye sighed silently, then walked out of the school gate towards the man. As Shajuye approached, the other students started to stir.
"Hey, are you crazy?!"
"Co back!"
"Is there soone? Go get a teacher quickly......."
While the students were terrified, Shajuye walked to the car and looked helplessly at Duanmu Huai.
"Brother, what are you doing at school?"
"Yo, Shajuye."
Seeing her, Duanmu Huai extended his hand to greet her, then chuckled.
"Co closer, I have sothing good to show you!"
As he spoke, Duanmu Huai suddenly opened his coat wide!
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