Right then, a world announcement suddenly appeared in the center of the game's screen-

"I'm the sl*t. Stop making things up. I was the one who kept begging my wife to accept me..." Cloud Piercer wrote.

"Indeed, we know each other in real life. However, it wasn't because we met in the game. I have feelings for her in real life, and I happened to know that she was playing this game. That was why I asked her to play with me in the game..." Cloud Piercer added.

"I'm Cloud Piercer's biological sister. I can prove that my brother is the sl*t," White Dream wrote.

As soon as Henry's two messages appeared, the world announcement went wild again—

"D*mn... Is Cloud Piercer the sl*t?" Little Rain asked.

"Extraordinary Geo is amazing... I feel envious, jealous, and full of hate," Intertwined Fate wrote.

"Alright. She's the woman who rescued the galaxy," Imperial Dragon wrote.

Meanwhile, in the bottom left corner, the nearby chat room, the national chatroom, and the server chat room's ambiance suddenly changed...

All the words that came into sight were related to envy, jealousy, and hatred.

There was no longer anybody who used terrible words with sarcastic and demeaning intentions.

Henry Armstrong and Jenny Armstrong. "Let's go... We'll fight

***

this side, Georgie was excitedly playing a game

was busy dealing with the piled-up work from Quest Group and X Entertainment

documents stacked up on her huge

one

on the wall was pointing at the number

the clock swung back and forth, emitting a regular tick-tock

attention from X Entertainment to Quest Group and back. She

honest, she was

Xyla still had to work after getting home in the evening due to

she forcefully stretched before turning around and walking over to the French window. With

brightly lit. It felt

it was early autumn, all four Osmanthus trees in

the

face, and the fragrant Osmanthus scent filled her nostrils. She felt

the beautiful night scenery, Xyla instantly

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