CHAPTER 243: CHAPTER 227 MONARCH

Thinking this way, Wen Nan comfortably lay back on the bed, resting an arm behind his head, crossing his legs, humming a tune, quietly watching the floating light screen on the ceiling, as the task completion rate kept rising.

From the start of the last main quest to now, it had only been about an hour, and the task completion rate had already exceeded 20%.

At this speed, it would only take a few hours for him to complete this final main quest smoothly.

Because of the effect of "One Wish," he could complete the final level settlement inside the Divine Staff Sheath and then smoothly pass through this instance.

In other words, even if he was trapped here and couldn’t get out, he didn’t have to worry about failing the instance and getting his player account canceled. As for the issue of not being able to teleport back to the rest lobby after clearing the level, Wen Nan thought that should be the game system’s concern.

After all, if his physical body couldn’t be teleported back to the rest lobby, there was no way to successfully start the next instance, let alone be teleported to a new map.

So, should he continue with the future levels or not?

This might require the game world consciousness and the internal space of the Divine Staff Sheath to fight, and whoever wins gets to decide?

As for Wen Nan, he just needed to lie here, watch the gods fight, and see who emerges victorious to align with them.

Thinking about this, being trapped in this "living coffin" didn’t seem so bad; the only risk was, if the Divine Staff Sheath won, he might be permanently trapped here, never able to get out, stuck in a half-lived, half-dead state.

But that’s all in the future; with Wen Nan’s easygoing nature, he felt that everything was pretty good so far.

Wen Nan was happily lost in thought when he glanced to the side, seeing Yu Shujun with a cold face, eyes tightly fixed on the floating screen above, fingers gripping the sword tighter and tighter, the force turning his knuckles white.

Seeing Yu Shujun’s reaction, Wen Nan suddenly realized a problem—

"Did you... forcibly use the golden control rune to teleport yourself over while midway through the instance’s main quest?"

Yu Shujun didn’t answer.

After a moment of silence, he picked up the lightsaber and silently turned to walk to the window, continuing his "logging" operation against the white wall outside.

Watching his back, Wen Nan sighed, feeling a surge of guilt rise within him.

"Was it an advanced instance you entered?" Wen Nan softly asked towards the "logger’s" back.

There was no response from the other side; even the chopping actions didn’t pause for a moment.

"If the task fails, will your player account be permanently deleted?" Wen Nan asked again.

This time, the movement of drawing the sword paused slightly.

It seemed Wen Nan had hit the mark.

What happens to the player after the account is deleted, Wen Nan didn’t know, but in this game world, it was equivalent to death.

The player account [Jun Wuming] is the main account, and the character account [Yu Shujun] is the related sub-account. If the main account is deleted, the sub-account as an associated product will also perish in this game world.

Thinking of this, Wen Nan unconsciously looked at his own palm and then slowly clenched it into a fist.

He raised his head, quietly watching the golden tips of hair swaying as that person moved, with thoughts endlessly coursing through his mind.

In truth, he hadn’t been in this game world for long, yet every day here was so full that recalling past events in the real world felt like memories from a previous life.

Wen Nan often had the illusion that he had truly come alive in this game world, and everything in Taoyuan was just a piece of imaginary false memory.

Here, Wen Nan had conquered many roles; some departed quickly like passing travelers, while others stayed by his side.

He also encountered many players; some were brief engagements before going their separate ways, while others became members of his guild.

Yet none of these diverse people left as deep an imprint in Wen Nan’s heart as Yu Shujun did.

The golden control rune on his palm was restricted now, invisible to the naked eye, but that rune seemed to invisibly imprint itself inside Wen Nan’s heart, projected onto his mind, constantly reminding him of that person, that face.

And the figure impressively etched in his mind might soon disappear from in front of him.

The dazzling white light of the Divine Staff Sheath barrier intertwined with the brilliant gold of the Root Breaking Slash, wrapping that person’s figure, making his outline increasingly blurry.

Time left for that person was running out.

Continuing to sit and wait for death, Wen Nan would be fine, but that person would perish.

Such thoughts echoed in Wen Nan’s mind.

He couldn’t tell which emotion prevailed at the moment, but Wen Nan was sure of one thing—he didn’t want that person to leave him.

"Slash," "slash," "slash"...

The room was silent, with only the sound of the sword blade striking the wall echoing clearly.

One strike after another, as if landing on Wen Nan’s heart.

He had to find a way to save the other person.

In a half-awake state, Wen Nan’s mind, initially sluggish, suddenly became clear at this moment, his resolve also becoming firm.

Sitting up, Wen Nan surveyed the small hospital room, piecing together bits of scattered, chaotic memories—