Chapter 431

Wei Bo: "My god, I missed the red packet! By the Magicians' Grace, why are you doing this to me!!"

Wei Bo, who had just come online at this moment, stared at the piles of point bundles.

He suddenly felt an urge to spit blood.

He felt he had suffered a great psychological wound.

Wudao Dong Xiang: "... Did someone just send a red packet?!"

Wudao Dong Xiang: "Can this society even send red packets?"

Members like Wudao Dong Xiang, who had just joined the society, stared at the chat content, utterly bewildered and unsure what to say.

Only after scrolling through the earlier discussion did they understand what had happened—and their expressions instantly became a masterpiece of shock.

In the society, the chat log refreshed at breakneck speed.

In the blink of an eye, it had become 99+.

Su Han glanced at it twice, then turned his gaze away from the chat room.

He looked at the scene.

Many of those who had taken the mission were now overjoyed.

Even Ou Er Mai Te had shed his earlier seriousness, beaming with delight.

"Bragging for a moment... feels great! Later? Funeral pyre!"

Su Han sighed inwardly, shaking his head.

You sent such a huge red packet! When you later want to upgrade a skill or spend points and realize you're short, you'll wish you'd cut off your hands.

"Thankfully I stayed calm—not a single point sent!"

Su Han inwardly sighed; the atmosphere inside the society had been too intoxicating.

Only someone as clear-headed from start to finish as he was could avoid falling for the trap and scattering his points.

Of course, Su Han didn't think himself stingy.

After all, he had already given the proper points to the five society members—didn't their red packet just now effectively deliver his own goodwill to everyone? Didn't they themselves agree with this view? Now, everyone is happy! Perfect outcome.

When the atmosphere in the scene slightly calmed, Su Han, with a faint smile, swept his gaze across all the society members and spoke softly.

"Now that the mission is over, shouldn't we return?"

Iliya froze, then panicked, "Wait, wait—when we grabbed the mission, I was right in the middle of class... but now, I've probably missed several lessons already."

Skipping class for a moment... feels great.

Dealing with the aftermath? Funeral pyre.

Iliya suddenly realized she had to go to class—and instantly recalled the terror she once felt under the dominion of her teachers and parents.

"Roar!"

Heracles let out a low growl.

Swinging his axe-sword.

Su Han raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye, "Did you hear that, little Iliya? Heracles said he'll protect you—if you want, he can just tear your elementary school down!"

Su Han's voice, like a demon's whisper, echoed in Iliya's ear.

"If the whole school is destroyed, no one will pursue your truancy—and you might even get several days off!"

Iliya hesitated.

Clearly, she was tempted.

But soon, Iliya shook her head, rejecting the idea—she was a good child, not some terrorist who tore down schools.

Yet precisely because of this, the joy she had felt from earning points vanished entirely; her spirit now sank into deep gloom.

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