I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

*

The shoji door opened, revealing Gojo Satoru's room—

The room was furnished just like any other high school student's room, with a brand-new computer on the table, several game consoles scattered on the floor, and game posters pasted on the walls.

The low cabinet against the wall is neatly stacked with colorful books, and several models are placed on the top shelf.

Aside from a few unfolded clothes lying on the tatami mat in the corner of the Japanese-style room, which slightly marred the overall look, it was fairly tidy.

"Hey, don't look around like that..."

Noticing Zhu Yu looking around his room, Gojo Satoru's eyes darted around, and he seemed unusually uneasy.

At least he tidied himself up a bit, so he shouldn't be considered slovenly.

As he was thinking, before he knew it, Zhu Yu had already searched the entire room.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Seeing her usual attitude, Gojo Satoru felt a little more relaxed.

“Here you go.” He tossed her a controller, propped himself up on one leg, and sat on the cushion. “Without you guys here, there’s no one to play two-player games with me.”

He pursed his lips, his finger poking at the power button, the light from the screen reflecting on his face, making him appear somewhat indifferent.

Zhu Yu caught the handle precisely.

An NPC is inviting players to play a game.

She was used to playing games in the game, and playing games with NPCs was a special experience.

I don't know if it's because the game's built-in AI is particularly sensitive, but the gaming experience is different when playing with different NPCs.

The skill gap is obvious, but it's completely unbelievable that it's between humans and machines (shocking).

The two were shoulder to shoulder, their elbows bumping together from time to time. The characters on the screen were fighting fiercely, and the mouths off the screen were never quiet either—of course, it was Gojo Satoru who was doing all the talking.

"Waaaaah, come quick, come save my teammates!"

"—Left, left! That treasure chest definitely has a trap..."

"This boss has so much health..."

Zhu Yu is usually quite focused when playing games, and she didn't really hear what the NPCs were saying next to her.

There seems to be some sound?

Ah, it must be the background music from the game.

After the game ended and the results screen appeared, Gojo Satoru said quietly, "You weren't even listening to me, were you?"

As if to get her attention, he deliberately nudged her shoulder with his elbow.

Zhu Yu slowly turned her head, somewhat puzzled: "Did you just speak?"

Gojo Satoru's controller fell to the ground with a "thud," the sound rising eight octaves.

"You actually didn't listen at all!" He grabbed the cushion next to him and pinched it angrily, as if he were using it as someone's face.

Zhu Yu looked completely innocent: "Huh?"

What's this NPC?

But a few seconds later, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but steal a glance at her again. Seeing her blank expression, his frustration vanished like a soap bubble, ready to burst at the slightest touch.

Well, okay, it wasn't intentional anyway.

Wu Tiao Wu quickly adjusted his mood, then suddenly remembered something and moved his knees forward half an inch, getting closer to Zhu Yu and putting on a serious expression.

"Ahem, let's not talk about that for now. By the way, you and Jay were farming during the holidays, right?"

"how do you feel?"

As he spoke, his voice trembled with barely suppressed excitement. He rested his chin on his hand, tilted his head, and looked at Zhu Yu, awaiting her reply.

Upon hearing his question, Zhu Yu's eyes instantly sharpened.

Chapter 139 Recruitment

Players enthusiastically invited the white-haired NPC to join her farming business.

The white-haired NPC stared blankly for a moment, then excitedly agreed, leading the player to a random open space in the courtyard and indicating that she should try it there.

She took a small hoe and immediately dug out a patch of ground.

"boom--"

The apple tree grew so fast that it accidentally knocked over a rockery.

The white-haired NPC paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, clutching his stomach, and gave the player a thumbs up.

After muttering a lot of things, he handed over a card, indicating that he didn't want to farm the land himself; he wanted to be the behind-the-scenes financier.

I'm a bit annoyed—the NPCs have no class and I just don't like being a farmer.

Somewhat pleased—thankful for the huge sum of money from the NPC.

Quickly accept the card and pick an apple to give to the white-haired NPC.

He took it and started chewing.

Hmm, the NPC looked pleased; it looked pretty good.

After thinking for a moment, the player picked one and chewed it—hmm, as expected of a player, the ones they grow are sweet!

*

"[Meichuan] Sang has reached Level One at such a young age; truly, the younger generation is formidable..."

The sandalwood incense rose windingly from the intricately carved bronze incense burner. The five elders' withered, branch-like fingers caressed the rim of the teacup, their enigmatic expressions reflected in the glazed porcelain.

Zhu Yu sat casually on the cool tatami mat. The gold thread embroidery on the edge of the cushion under her bottom was so uncomfortable that she kicked it away.

My daily routine as a guest at Gojo's house usually involves playing games with Gojo Satoru and exploring the Gojo family home.

She was used to doing the latter by herself, but she didn't expect that the NPC Gojo Satoru would insist on following her and she couldn't shake him off.

Zhu Yu: What a clingy NPC, eh!

The other party offered to lead the way.

Zhu Yu: ...But then again...

Having an NPC guide you makes exploration much more efficient; it's like one puzzle requires solving a riddle, while the other doesn't...

Welcome to the group, my friend!

With five Wu as guides, the journey was smooth and unobstructed, except that the expressions on the faces of the NPCs we encountered along the way were all rather strange.

However, the players reaped considerable rewards.

The next day, while she and Gojo Satoru were huddled together reading comics, Gojo Satoru was suddenly called away.

Gojo told her to continue reading, and he would be right back.

She nodded, but before she could turn the page, a maid NPC appeared and said—

"Lord Meichuan, the elder requests your presence."

Oh dear, will this trigger a new quest?

She left with the maid.

*

It seems no new quests have been triggered, and I still have to listen to the NPCs' rambling.

Zhu Yu stared blankly at the tortoiseshell patterns inlaid on the lacquerware, feeling somewhat bored. She picked up a pastry and took a bite—the sweet red bean paste stuck in her mouth and wouldn't melt away.

It's too sweet.

Take a sip of tea and rinse your mouth.

He gulped down a bowl of tea in one go, like a cow drinking it down.

The elder almost lost his composure; this unruly personality always gave him a sense of déjà vu, like facing his own Six-Eyed...

Fortunately, he regained his composure in time and continued, "Over the past few days, you must have gained some understanding of the Gojo clan. I wonder what your impression of the Gojo clan is? Our clan is in dire need of talent like you. If..."

[The elders of the Gojo family invite you to join the "Gojo Family," what will your decision be?]

Ah, a job posting has arrived.

Previously, when she teamed up with some non-specialized sorcerers to do quests, some NPCs would send similar invitations, and she even clicked "YES" out of curiosity the first time.

Once she joined, she was relegated to the role of an outsider in that family, and was given a lot of low-paying but demanding tasks.

Is this reasonable?

The NPC's attitude was still arrogant, as if she were already a complete slave.

Hey, even though players are very nice to green-named players, they can't just take advantage of you like this.

Players can't stand this!

She immediately abandoned her week's worth of game progress, reverting to the state before she agreed, and this time resolutely refused.

But the thought of the ugly faces of the people in that family made her so angry that she put on a disguise, ran into that wicked family in the middle of the night, and beat up all the wicked NPCs—finally she felt relieved.

After this experience, she realized that joining any sorcerer family was a trap; the NPCs there were rude and stingy, so she gave it a low score of one star.

Having already been scammed before, Zhu Yu immediately became wary upon hearing this.

Although her partner, Gojo Satoru, is also from the Gojo family, he might actually be the good bamboo shoot that sprouted from a bad bamboo grove, and the Gojo family might also be a bottomless pit.

I declined.

She said to the elder NPC, "No."

The elder, displeased by the blunt remark, raised his voice and slammed his teacup down on the table.

"There's no need to rush to a conclusion. Perhaps you can reconsider. After all, life isn't easy for ordinary sorcerers."

Finding that the NPC's visit didn't trigger any events, Zhu Yu listlessly fiddled with the tea set on the table, hoping the other party would end the conversation quickly.

"No."

Why is the NPC still rambling on? Let me repeat it again.

Okay, the NPC looks even angrier now.

The elder's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his deliberately lowered voice carried a hidden threat.

“Young man, don’t be ungrateful. Do you intend to make enemies of the Gojo family? You should know—”

His teacup suddenly cracked.

The crisp "click" sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent tatami room. Warm tea trickled down the grain of the sandalwood table, soaking his elegant sleeves. But at this moment, he paid no heed to any of that—

Because the person opposite you has changed their aura.

She slowly raised her eyes, and the eyes that he had never met were staring at him intently, their dark pupils gleaming with an inhuman cold light.

The elder felt his soul being scrutinized and crushed, while the other party was casually looking down at an ant through his physical body.

The elder's breathing froze.

He saw her blink slowly, and the air suddenly became thick, as if an invisible gravitational field was pressing down, causing his spine to creak under the unbearable pressure.

"Are you threatening me?"

Her voice was soft, yet it was like an ice pick piercing straight into her skull.

His vision began to darken at the edges, and cold sweat trickled down his temples.

What chilled him even more was that countless thorns rose up behind her, climbing all over the walls and ceiling. The entire room seemed to be being eroded by some kind of ferocious life form, with black and purple thorns crawling all over the walls like blood vessels.

Has she gone mad?!

How dare they lay a hand on the Gojo family!

The elder's vision began to darken at the edges, and a strange buzzing sounded in his ears—it was his biological instinct screaming a warning to him: Run!

The person opposite him remained calm.