Chapter 513: Return! Don

The cell.

Accompanied by a dizzying whirl, Su Yang opened his eyes and found himself back in this familiar room.

He patted the soft bed beneath his rear, a nostalgic look on his face, "Old friend, we meet again."

He stretched out in a spread‑eagled pose on the bed, savoring the long‑missed comfort, a look of enjoyment flashing across his face.

"They should have received the letter by now, right?"

"I have no idea what expression they'll have when they read it."

Suddenly, Su Yang sneezed.

He let out a helpless chuckle, "Looks like they didn't hold back the scolding."

After such a long stretch, the emotions that had built up vanished overnight.

In this lifetime, they may never meet again.

To Su Yang, they are merely passing figures in his life, just NPCs in a game.

To Zhao Xian and the others, isn't he the same?

"So tiring…"

Su Yang stripped off his shirt, grabbed a clean T‑shirt and prepared to take a shower.

But at that moment, the door swung open.

Yin Yun opened the door and stepped in; the two locked eyes, and time seemed to freeze.

"Anything wrong?" Su Yang asked.

Yin Yun glanced at his chest and abdomen, then returned her gaze to his face, "Did you forget there's someone else in the dorm?"

"Not at all, I was just about to shower and then have a proper talk with you," Su Yang said as he entered the bathroom.

"Alright, I'll wait for you."

Having said that, Yin Yun closed the door again.

Su Yang had just hung his clothes on the hook when he turned around and saw Yin Yun sitting on the bed, arms crossed over her chest, staring at him.

"Is it urgent?"

"It's fine, I can wait."

"What I mean is… if it's not urgent, could you go out first and, while you're at it, close the door?" Su Yang asked.

"The bathroom does have a door; are you worried I'll see you naked?" Yin Yun seemed to understand, a sly glint appearing in her eyes.

Su Yang stared at her delicate face; the gentle warmth in her brows had somehow shifted, gaining a few shades of maturity.

It was clear that during the months she spent in Jinshan, she had changed a lot.

Only…

"Even though we're locked up now and the gender lines are blurred, I'd feel uneasy if someone were in the room while I shower," Su Yang explained.

"Fine, I won't tease you any longer," Yin Yun waved her hand and left.

Su Yang turned on the hot water to test the temperature, felt a stir in his chest, and peeked into the room.

After confirming she had truly left, he re‑locked the door from the inside.

"We've become this familiar?" Su Yang looked at his reflection, instinctively fixing his hair style.

Looking back on that period, Yin Yun had contributed a lot and also shouldered many responsibilities.

During the time she served as secretary, Su Yang mostly didn't treat her as a player.

She was more of a subordinate.

On ordinary days, she arranged his showers, meals, sleep, and so on, rarely keeping any distance.

Perhaps that is why she took it for granted.

In her own words—"There's no gender distinction in a game; you just have one more piece of flesh than me, nothing to marvel at."

Back in the cell, Su Yang could no longer command her with a "president" attitude.

He readjusted himself, sweeping away all his bad habits.

Players…

are his true profession.

"The withdrawal symptoms hit this fast?" Su Yang, even with a towel, wanted to assign a servant to do it; doing everything himself all at once felt a bit unfamiliar.

"Still, as the saying goes, it's hard to go from luxury to thrift."

A moment later, after Su Yang finished showering and emerged, he found Yin Yun sitting in the living room, chatting with the neighbor in a rambling way.

"President's out?" Yin Yun teased.

"Cut it out. Don't call me that again; it's uncomfortable," Su Yang said while wiping his hair with a towel.

At that moment, the neighbor asked, "I heard you live a pampered life in the game—clothes handed to you, food at a word, like an emperor every day."

"It's okay. Actually I prefer not to be served, but I can't resist when they insist," Su Yang said, his tone firm.

"Ugh," Qin Weiyang rolled her eyes irritably.

Su Yang saw the sourness and envy in her eyes and asked, "What, your domination game never made you emperor in the end?"

"Don't bring it up; it just makes me angry," Qin Weiyang said, displeasure written on her face, "Our game is set in a primitive tribe; we deal with savages daily, and we don't even share a language."

"Every day, besides figuring out how to make the tribe the strongest, we also have to spend time hunting."

"You know? There's no seasoning there, just a bit of salt. Every day it's either hare or wild boar, and occasionally we get a mysterious bird's egg. It's driving me crazy."

Su Yang suppressed a laugh, his face full of sympathy, "So your task is to grow the tribe together with Luo Shuangshuang?"

"Pretty much. We're on an island about the size of a city; countless tribes dot it, and the clearance condition is to become the strongest tribe on the island," Qin Weiyang nodded.

"Primeval Forest?" Su Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Snakes, rats, mosquitoes, insects everywhere; not a single night is restful, and I have to make fire with Luo Shuangshuang every evening. Do you know how harsh the conditions are?" Qin Weiyang kept complaining, a rare hint of grievance appearing on her usually icy face.

In Su Yang's impression, she has always been a very strong and unflappable girl.

Even in the face of life and death she can keep a steady expression.

Yet a single game forced her into this situation.

It is enough to show how bleak the conditions are.

It finally makes one understand why she felt so unbalanced learning that Su Yang plays emperor in the game every day.

One hunts in the Primeval Forest.

The other lies in a warm room receiving a servant's service.

Su Yang can't help but gain a deeper level of Cognition of Qin Weiyang.

It turns out the iron‑hearted girl also fears the primeval.

At this moment Su Yang recalled the rather intimate nickname Luo Shuangshuang used for her, twitching her Mouth curiously, "Are you now already very familiar with her?"

"Of course." Qin Weiyang grabbed the meditating Luo Shuangshuang, tightening her neck, "We are now good close friends."

"Let go, you're going to strangle me." Luo Shuangshuang hurriedly struggled, scratching her ticklish flesh.

Qin Weiyang, seeing her dare to resist, became furiously angry, and like a hungry tiger pounced, throwing her to the ground.

Su Yang Sight that the two needle‑sharp people's feelings improved, and he couldn't help but laugh; just as he was about to coordinate with Lin Yang to say something sowing discord, he turned his head and Vision Perception Yin Yun smilingly watching the two's frolic.

At this moment, their eyes were dazed.

Lin Yang is no longer their roommate.

Sometimes habit is a very frightening thing.

They have long been accustomed to Lin Yang being by their side, whether in the game or out of it.

But now they have ten thousand words to say, yet cannot find a recipient.

At this time, the trash‑disposal pipe suddenly emitted a strange sound.

Su Yang came to his senses and walked toward the balcony.

When he opened the lid, a sheet of paper drifted down.

Crouching to pick it up and looking up, a flash of brilliance suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The paper boldly wrote—

"Never Ascend God, that's a scam!"