Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?-Chapter 103 - 100: Being Tricked by Dad

He... triggered the first soul thread?

The first main quest has already entered the countdown phase. According to the system instructions when the instance was first entered, if Wen Nan doesn’t have at least an 80% strategy rate with any of the six strategy objects he acquired, the soul puppet he carries will trigger a soul thread to connect to one of his limbs.

It was mentioned in the introduction about soul puppets and soul threads that players must ensure their soul puppet is nearby when resting, to allow triggered soul threads to connect to the player’s limbs.

It must have been just now, when Wen Nan unintentionally fell into a slumber, and in that nightmare, the soul thread gradually wrapped around his wrist.

Why did he suddenly fall into a nightmare?

Although he had indeed been running without rest for quite a while, Wen Nan had taken sleep capsules, so he shouldn’t have suddenly fallen into a deep sleep like that.

Recalling the details of that dream just now...

Most of it was very familiar to Wen Nan’s memory, except for one thing that recently intruded into his mind abruptly—

The pungent sandalwood scent.

The candle that Sun Yi placed at the bedside wasn’t meant for any special fetish, it was mixed with a large dose of hypnotic drugs!

Thinking of this, Wen Nan looked down at the coffee table in front of him, lifted the hand without the soul thread wrapped around it, and flipped through the acceptance letter on top, and indeed, found a note underneath—

[Uncle:

Don’t work so hard, I can see your dark circles almost popping out, working overtime to death every day, and the money you earn ends up being spent on medical bills, what’s the point?

I’ve given you some calming brain tonic, have a good rest~

No need to thank me~ Love you yo~

♡ლξ˘❥˘ჴ

Xiao Yi.]

Looking at this note, Wen Nan couldn’t help but chuckle in anger.

This kid, messing with his uncle?

But all things considered, this little punk, though looking quite rebellious, is actually really innocent. Given the chance to drug Wen Nan, she actually used sleep aids instead of aphrodisiacs?

Now that the culprit, who nearly caused Wen Nan to mess things up, has been found, another more important issue is still troubling Wen Nan—

The soul thread tightening around Wen Nan’s wrist indicates that one of the strategy objects has a strategy rate below 80%.

But how is this possible? He has strategized all six characters, and with his skills, there shouldn’t be any mistakes...

In the midst of pondering, something soft climbed onto the back of his hand.

Wen Nan lowered his head and locked eyes with a pair of hollow eyes.

A delicately crafted little doll, which unbeknownst to him had embraced his wrist, tried hard to tilt its less flexible neck up, staring intently at Wen Nan’s face.

Clearly a puppet, incapable of expression, yet Wen Nan somehow felt he clearly saw a hint of a smile in its eyes.

It was the strategy object he had personally chosen— the cold-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside big CEO.

Wen Nan quickly checked the system in his mind, and the response he received made his heart sink.

9527: [Target ’Big Cold-on-the-Outside, Soft-on-the-Inside Female CEO’, current strategy rate: 30%.]

Wen Nan: ?!

He spent his own money, went on a date with Guan Ailin at the cinema the whole night, and yet her strategy rate was still stuck at 30%, not moving at all?!

9527: [The behavior of dating the strategy object at Crown Cinema falls under the player’s personal actions, not included in the main or side quests. The strategy rate increase for the role in this behavior cannot be locked by the system, and after the behavior ends, the strategy rate reverts to the value before this behavior occurred, please be aware.]

Wen Nan: ??

You’re telling me this when it’s time to settle up?

Are you kidding me!

But now is not the time to crusade against the system, because the settlement countdown floating in front of him already had less than ten minutes left.

He must rush back to the refresh point at the company dormitory as soon as possible, otherwise, he will lose settlement qualifications.

Thinking about this, Wen Nan propped himself up to stand, but found the hand with the soul thread wrapped around it being pulled down, sticking to the ground, unable to detach from the floor.

He tried to pull it a few more times, but his arm wouldn’t budge.

The soul puppet that seemed only palm-sized, once triggering the soul thread, was like taking root in the ground, immovable.

The silver thread wrapping around Wen Nan’s wrist, tightened further, already digging into his flesh, nearly embedding into his bones.

Wen Nan’s left hand was already beyond his control, even small movements like raising his hand were impossible.

As the soul thread continued to delve deeper into the wrist, Wen Nan’s hand might eventually be controlled by the soul puppet to do things entirely out of his control.

But this isn’t the most urgent issue at the moment.

The most pressing problem now is, if the soul puppet completes the ritual of wrapping the soul thread, he won’t have time to reach the refresh point...

Taking a deep breath, Wen Nan firmly grasped the control pattern in his palm.

A golden light flashed by.

Should it be Yu Shujun, or Jun Wuming?

No time to care...

"Xiao Jun!"

Whish—!

Before Wen Nan finished speaking, a golden beam shot in from outside the door, burst open the door, and struck directly at Wen Nan’s constrained wrist.

With a clang, a sound like a snapped bowstring echoed in his ears, followed by the left hand, which had been pinned to the floor, suddenly feeling lighter.

Wen Nan squinted his eyes, waiting for the golden light that filled the room to fade, and saw a familiar figure in a sports outfit, standing in front of him.

The sword in the other’s hand pointed at the small doll lying face up on the floor.

The doll still held a broken silver thread in one hand, its head turned mechanically ninety degrees, staring intently at Wen Nan with those hollow eyes once again.

Wen Nan stood up from the ground and rushed out the door as fast as he could, "No time, I must reach the refresh point quickly."

Yu Shujun heard and said nothing, only quietly stepped forward, stabbed the soul puppet forcefully with the sword, and with a puff, pierced through its soft chest, carrying the palm-sized puppet skewered on the sword along.

The two stepped into the elevator hall side by side.

As they pressed the button and the elevator smoothly descended, Wen Nan turned his head, glancing at the soul puppet skewered like a roast chicken wing on Yu Shujun’s sword.

"Anything, master?"

Yu Shujun turned his face expressionlessly towards Wen Nan.

Wen Nan was about to shake his head and say nothing when he noticed Yu Shujun’s red eyes, paused for a moment, and asked, "What’s wrong with you?"

Unlike last time, this time the redness around Yu Shujun’s eyes had faded quite a bit, the tears had dried, and it was hard to notice anything unusual unless looked at carefully.

It seems he must have cried a while ago?

As Wen Nan focused on observing, Yu Shujun suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his hood, pulled it over his head, covering his entire face, and coldly left with this line:

"If you have the spare time, take care of yourself, master."