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Chapter 1998: Shrinking

"vomit--"

Greenland was gagging while hugging the toilet. It wasn't because she was pregnant, but simply because she was exhausted from exercise and felt dizzy and lightheaded.

In order to become a woman capable of handling the Ripper, she is working hard to repair her tractor-like body.

If there had been no results, given her willpower, she probably would have given up already, but the results were surprisingly good.

The most recent result is that her soft breasts have shrunk. The Ripper, who was originally quite supportive of her fitness and supervised her like a devil, immediately changed his tune and became a real devil, urging and tempting her to eat all day long.

But Greenland was stubborn. She had already started, and if she gave up halfway, all the suffering she had endured would be for nothing. However, being powerless offline, she couldn't possibly stop the Ripper. So she resorted to her ultimate move—telling the parents, and called the Ripper's mother.

After that day, the Ripper behaved himself a lot, but he kept an eye on her bust size every day, and there was a certain determination in his eyes.

Greenland estimates that either the bra size shrinks to his limit, at which point he will disobey his mother and continue to seduce her, or he will decide to change his fetish.

Regardless of the reason, she was quite speechless at the Ripper's naiveté; it was a matter of their respective positions.

Whether offline or online, she's a die-hard fan of bouncy toys!

"Sigh~ It's shrunk again." The Ripper stood at the door, gazing intently at Greenland's breasts, which swayed as she leaned forward beneath her short sleeves.

It's not that it's shrunk away. It's like watermelons and cantaloupes. They're both big, but once you get used to watermelons, you'll look at cantaloupes with disdain and sneer, thinking they're small melons.

"Are you trying to frame me again?!"

Greenland grabbed her toilet weapon—a toilet plunger—and aimed it at the Ripper, ready to stab him no matter what he pulled out.

"How could that be? I've already made up with myself. Cantaloupe is fine too." The Ripper casually stuffed the chocolate bar into his pocket and, under Greenland's wary gaze, changed the subject with something more serious.

"It's your training client. They messaged you to ask how things are going. They probably want to hear from a professional rather than from an employee."

"Did they urge me?" Greenland immediately put down the toilet plunger, grabbed the Ripper's belt, and started climbing up.

"It's only the first day, they shouldn't be acting so inhumanely. I think they're probably just nervous."

The Ripper instinctively supported Greenland's waist and let out a regretful sigh.

"Are you a pervert? You don't actually like swimming rings, do you?!"

"It's more accurate to say that he's talented rather than just liking it."

"Then I'd rather be a little abnormal."

The two joked and played all the way to the desk. Although virtual reality pods have completely replaced computers these days, just like paper books and pens have never been replaced by computers, humans are nostalgic and are willing to give up efficiency and advancement for this reason.

The desk was covered with numerous paper books and various drafts, all handwritten research guides written by Greenland after accepting the training contract.

To do all this, Greenland stayed up several nights in a row, read countless documents, and of course, did his own experiments.

After helping Greenland into a chair, Ripper turned and sat on the sofa next to him, resting his chin on his hand and watching Greenland, who was working intently with her glasses on. He suddenly realized the meaning of "quenching thirst by looking at plums"—the plums really did look sweet and juicy, and although he couldn't taste them right now, just looking at them brought him a small sense of satisfaction.

After understanding the concept of "quenching thirst by looking at plums," he then came to understand the theory of relativity. When Greenland turned around and leaned against the back of the chair to look at him, he realized that a long time had passed.

Those eyes were very bright.

"How's the guild doing? Even though you report every day that there are no problems, the fact that there are no problems is the biggest problem."

“You’re being too suspicious. There really isn’t a problem.” The Ripper rolled his eyes. “The Holy Cross Kingdom gave us the direct qualification rights that were exclusive to the Royal City, so we don’t have much pressure in the competition.”

"Not to mention the cardinals are all there [giving us flirtatious glances]. I reckon if we encountered any contestants from the Holy Cross Kingdom, they would just let us pass."

"Really?" Greenland was silent for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she raised her hand in celebration, "That's great!"

This woman is the type who will stop at nothing when it comes to team competitions. As long as she doesn't actively use dirty tricks, that's her bottom line. As for the rest, she'll passively accept it without any shame.

"How about your end? How's the progress?"

"Hmm~" Greenland quickly suppressed his playful smile, his face full of worry. "There's some trouble with the angels. Because of their rule that they can't be tainted, they're incredibly fragile. It's too easy for newbies to have a mental breakdown. We've only completed half of our plan."

"However, Blaze went very smoothly. With a level 120 heroic warrior leading the way, the efficiency of leveling up by fighting monsters was very high. Not only did we obtain a lot of materials, but we also explored many maps."

"I'm going to be in jail now." Greenland pressed his face against the back of the chair and sighed softly.

"Isn't there the Soul Steel Armor?"

“No.” Greenland shook his head. “The Soul Steel Armor only makes up for the Angel race’s weaknesses. Right now, they haven’t even made use of the Angel race’s inherent strengths. Relying directly on the Soul Steel Armor is putting the cart before the horse. It’s better not to choose the Angel race. Anyway, other races can also obtain the Soul Steel Armor.”

Greenland started talking to himself as he spoke, scratching his head with his pen, then turned and sat back down in his chair.

"Hmm, it seems there's a problem with the team composition, and the gameplay needs to be adjusted, hmm..."

"I'll make you a cup of coffee." Ripper got up and walked to the kitchen. Tonight would also be another sleepless night, and the soldiers needed her supplies for their all-night battles.

"Add milk and sugar if you want."

"At this point, you don't care about sugar intake anymore?"

“I’ll use my brain a bit, it’s okay.” Greenland turned her head and stuck out her tongue at the Ripper. “The coffee was too bitter.”

"Okay~ How about some late-night snacks?"

"I'll eat those if it's a weight-loss meal."

"Then let's eat the beef that the ogres sent."

"Great!"

(End of this chapter)