That so-called task list was nothing more than a system of logic he had constructed for himself in his delusion.
He took every heartbeat as a notification sound, every rustle of the wind and grass as a task update.
But in reality, from beginning to end, he was the only one talking.
"Holy crap, this place is insane! Who could handle this? A crummy little world actually has two people going through tribulations? Good thing I'm quick on my feet and got out of there fast, otherwise all the points I've saved up over the years would have gone down the drain!"
Lu Yunsheng had no idea that the system had long since emptied him out like trash.
He kept shouting into the air, "System? Are you there? Come on, say something!"
There was nothing.
Shanshan, held securely in Ling Zhiwei's arms, tilted her head and watched him, looking puzzled. "Zhiwei, who is he talking to?"
"No one."
Ling Zhiwei's voice was flat. "He's just performing a one-man show."
"Huh?"
