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In front of Chi Que stood a quaintly decorated building bustling with people, its signboard prominently displaying three large characters:

Dragon's Stomach

Yes, this is a restaurant.

"A restaurant?" Chi Que couldn't help but ask.

"Yes," Rodney nodded and said, "Didn't I tell you? The president is a gourmet."

foodie?

Is this kind of profession even possible?

"Let's go, the chairman is waiting for you in the private room," Rodney said.

"And what about you?" Chi Que noticed his words.

"I'm off work." He shrugged, and then disappeared silently, just as he had come.

Fortunately, Rodney had made arrangements before leaving, and soon someone came up to him and led him to a room.

Chi Que stood at the door and took a deep breath.

If he wasn't mistaken, the person behind this was probably a bronze-level player, just like the leader of Dark River.

The door opened.

He was taken aback.

In the main seat sat a young girl.

The girl was dressed in a black gothic dress, her black hair casually draped over her shoulders, and she was holding a... rabbit doll missing an ear? She leaned against the window, looking down at the scene below, giving off an aura of "keep away."

"Where is the president?" Chi Que walked into the room, looked around, then turned around and asked the waiter who had brought him there.

The waiter stood outside the door, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Chi Que glanced at the girl again, then gave her a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"

Well, actually, he simply couldn't reconcile the girl in front of him with the image of the student council president he had previously imagined.

"Humans are like trash," the girl said, staring out the window as if in a sigh.

Chi Que couldn't help but take a few more glances at the other person, then immediately put on a stern face: "Children shouldn't say such things."

The girl's ears twitched, but she didn't turn around. She simply said calmly, "What's your brilliant idea?"

Chi Que stepped forward and said matter-of-factly, "Such handsome words should naturally be spoken by me."

"Oh."

She chuckled softly and turned around.

Chi Que's heart skipped a beat.

Her eyes were vertical pupils.

"Sit down," she said indifferently.

Chi Que sat down.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

"I just—" he exclaimed involuntarily, then immediately stopped, staring at the girl with horrified eyes.

"Even at the Bronze level, one can possess this power to influence people's hearts?" he asked in a dry voice.

"No, it's not like that." The girl touched the tattered doll's rabbit ears. "It depends on the individual's profession. My ability is also different from Faceless's. He went from being jobless to Bronze, so he has the ability to make his behavior normal. As for me, I can make people not hide themselves."

She paused, then said, "But at first, this was only a skill that could be used to distinguish the quality of ingredients."

Chi Que felt a sense of relief.

It scared him to death.

If everyone at the Bronze level is really that overpowered, then he thinks it would be more swift to find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

Wait, not hiding themselves?

Chi Que immediately spoke up: "I want to emphasize that I'm not that immature; those were all things I said against my will!"

He realized something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking.

Damn! Isn't this just like trying to hide something obvious?!

The girl chuckled softly.

The person standing outside the door couldn't help but sigh, "It's been a long time since I've seen the president smile so happily."

Chi Que was slightly taken aback, then realized something and looked at her with an extremely subtle gaze.

This ability... seems to be a double-edged sword.

If that's the case, then is the Dark River Guild Leader also like that?

"Shut up." The girl glared fiercely at the doorway.

"What exactly do you want from me?" he asked, his emotions having completely calmed down.

If the other party truly harbors malicious intent, there's no need to use this ability; it's more akin to a test.

The girl did not speak.

"We are the gaps." The man entered the private room and said, "We are not affiliated with any organization, but serve as a bridge between various forces. Strictly speaking, we are not an organization, but an ideology."

"Ideas?" Chi Que asked, puzzled.

Instead of answering directly, the person began to recount an incident: "A long time ago, when new players entered the game, they could only join a large player faction. There was no place for independent players. Back then, new players were exploited by the organizations and had almost no chance of advancement."

Chi Que understood something and looked at the girl in disbelief: "She's the one who made the change?"

"Yes!" The man nodded emphatically. "New players can now freely choose whether to join a faction or become a solo player—all of this is thanks to the guild leader!"

He expected to see a look of utmost respect on Chi Que's face, but the other man only showed a slight surprise.

"What...what's with this reaction? The president did something so great, shouldn't you show him respect?" He lost his composure for a moment and shouted at Chi Que in exasperation.

"No, I was just thinking that if it were me, I would probably do the same thing," Chi Que said without hesitation. "But if the outcome is like hers, then I think I should just forget about it."

"What do you mean?" he demanded.

"Because I didn't do it with the intention of saving others, but just because I didn't like them and I was happy to," Chi Que continued. "As a result, others used my banner to form some kind of organization and hailed me as a hero who changed the world."

He spread his hands: "Then I'd feel helpless too."

The girl chuckled softly.

The man froze, looking at the girl: "Is...that's how it is? Why...why didn't you tell us?"

She was about to speak—

"Because she has to pretend," Chi Que interjected at this moment. "If she just told you the truth, wouldn't she seem to lose face and have no class? Heh, I know this kind of person best."

The girl's expression turned cold.

Chi Que immediately denied it, saying, "Don't look at me like that, it's your own incompetence!"

The president smiled again.

But this time, he laughed out of anger.

Chi Que felt that his previously undisguised thoughts were now like a dam that had been pulled up again, and he was no longer able to easily speak them out.

He looked up.

I feel like I'm about to move to a different planet.

What kind of cringey, immature talk is that?!

"You, get out." The president spoke, raising her slender, pale finger and pointing towards the door.

The guide obediently went out.

The door to the private room slammed shut.

Chi Que gave an awkward but polite smile.

Oh no, is this a prelude to settling scores later?

"Speak, keep talking, aren't you very good at talking?" The girl president glared at him and said coldly.

"It's all thanks to the president." He simply gave up and flattered her on the surface, but actually made a sarcastic remark.

"I'm not going to argue with you about that," she scoffed. "I called you here because I have something to discuss."

"The matter?" Chi Que frowned. "It's not also about that singularity, is it? What exactly is that?"

Although he suspected that the other party's purpose might not be that, what if it was? Was this a case of trying to be polite first and then resorting to force?

"The singularity of the newbie dungeon is useless to me now." The girl shook her head and looked at Chi Que. "More than that, I'm curious whether you saw the Moon Goddess?"