Chapter 31
If it were in the past, Yu Xunhuan would have definitely asked her to use her skills on him. As for whether Yu Xunge, who had already promised Su Yitong, would find it difficult, that was none of his concern. But now, Yu Xunhuan hadn’t yet recovered from the shock of his divine talent dropping from SS level to SB level. Just managing to hold it together to attend the wedding rehearsal was already a testament to his strength.
Yu Qingshan was eating slowly, lost in thought, giving off the impression that his soul had already departed.
Although Yi Qiuguo knew there were treasures in the family, Yu Qingshan had only taken her to see them once. She didn’t know how much those treasures were worth, so while she felt heartache, the impact wasn’t too great. She was a woman who understood well; as long as her husband, son, and daughter were well, she felt happy in life.
For a moment, only the two women at the table were talking, while the two men mechanically stuffed food into their mouths.
On the day of the wedding, Yu Xunhuan sat in the master bedroom of his villa, waiting for Su Yitong to come for the bride.
Yu Xunge and Yu Qingshan had specially invited other branches of the Yu family to help block the Su family. After a brief commotion, they let them in.
After using the Wheel of Fate, one could choose whether to hide their luck value from the target. It was one thing to do bad deeds, but if you were going to raise someone’s luck, of course, you had to show it to them!
Moreover, Yu Xunge wasn’t planning to cause trouble on such a day. As the main characters, even if their luck value dropped to 1, it wouldn’t be too disastrous. For instance, even with Yu Xunhuan’s luck at 1, the gun king couldn’t hit him even after firing seven shots; in the end, he could only take half of it. It was just that unreasonable.
This wedding banquet had many more guests than the last one. She even spotted Liang Yuchuan, wearing a long black glove that extended to the middle of his upper arm, which must have been a prosthetic; otherwise, there would be no need for such a fuss.
She looked at Su Yitong with a cold, scrutinizing gaze.
With so many gaming tactics emerging, although she had been almost blinded by hatred at the time and quickly matched that gaze with the youngest daughter of the Su family, doing things in a big family wasn’t as simple as just rushing out. After sitting down to discuss, Liang Yuchuan and the Liang family felt something was off.
Let’s not even mention that the Su and Liang families had no enmity, just a little business friction that didn’t warrant such blood feuds. Even if Liang Yuchuan had unknowingly offended Su Yitong, why would she come personally to deal with him?
To put it another way, if Su Yitong was just bored and wanted to do something big herself, she wouldn’t know Liang Yuchuan’s abilities. Why would she only cut off his arm and leave him alive? And then they would share a glance?
If only she had drunk a little less before going out, it wouldn’t have ended up like this.
But rationality aside, Liang Yuchuan couldn’t forget those eyes even if he closed his own.
The Liang family still showed up today, not just to maintain the appearance of peace. The head of the Liang family, Liang Yuchuan’s uncle, planned to investigate for a while longer. If they still couldn’t find the culprit, they would look for an opportunity to have a serious talk with the Su family’s leaders.
Yu Xunge’s gaze merely skimmed over Liang Yuchuan, as if she were just curious about today’s guests. She focused on her meal, laughing when appropriate and applauding when needed, behaving like an ordinary relative of the family. Even though her charm drew occasional glances, she remained quiet and unassuming.
Then… this seemingly ordinary relative relied on her pocket watch’s detection skill to steal from thirty-seven players at the banquet.
These were all “acquaintances” from her past life.
The more she stole, the angrier she became; almost every one of them had crossed paths with her, and she used to wonder if she was just naturally likable.
But now she understood that it was because Yu Xunhuan treated her like a tank (the front-line character who attracts enemies during battles).
After the meal, Yu Xunge discreetly took Yu Qingshan and Yi Qiuguo home, avoiding the wedding room. The Su family could make a ruckus because they were close family members, but if the Yu family did it, it would be overstepping.
They should just stay out of it.
However, since they were in-laws, the Su family still sent a driver to take them home. On the way, Yu Qingshan, who had been forcing a smile all day, finally returned to his true self, leaning against the back seat and staring out the window in a gloomy mood.
Yu Xunge asked a few questions, but Yu Qingshan didn’t respond, so she “understood” and didn’t press further.
Once back at her villa, Yu Xunge added a few dishes to the Meow Meow Inn in the backyard. Ever since she acquired the Food God talent, she had developed a strange obsession with perfection in cooking. If her knife skills weren’t up to par, she would feel irritated; if the cooking time was off, she would get anxious; and if the dish received a low rating, she would feel inadequate…
**Chapter 39: If You’re Not Biological, Who Is?**
But Yu Xunge didn’t mind the perfectionism brought on by the Food God talent. This talent required serious cooking to unleash its true potential.
However, she wasn’t in a hurry. Ever since the first internal test, she had been in a state of extreme anxiety, not daring to relax for a moment, as if a beast were chasing her from behind. Now that the biggest threat was under control, she could afford to slow down a bit. At the very least… she should get a full five hours of sleep each day!
Lying in bed, the humidifier on her nightstand released a fine mist of high-grade visibility potion.
Yu Xunge looked at her current attributes:
**[Strength]:** 8+2
**[Constitution]:** 11+2
**[Intelligence]:** 14+1
**[Agility]:** 21
Most healthy individuals with a habit of exercising start with a value of 7. Of course, intelligence is influenced by IQ, and men who work out might have starting values for strength and constitution that reach 10. Runners or parkour enthusiasts often exceed 7 in agility.
But even considering those maximum values, Yu Xunge’s attributes were comparable to a level 5 player, while she was actually at level 0, with experience only from the few small tasks she completed during the first internal test and the task from Hufflepuff, but the experience points were minimal.
The game would officially invade in February next year.
Yu Xunge didn’t plan to give any hints to those above her. Although her current plans were complete, whether she did good or bad wouldn’t matter. The issue was that it was unnecessary. During the third internal test, hundreds of thousands would log into the game. While most would want to lay low after gaining their fortunes, there would always be some who were different.
Some would want to show off their abilities, while others would want to accomplish things they hadn’t finished before.
It couldn’t be hidden; it simply couldn’t.
These people would soon expose themselves. It had been like this in her past life. Strange news often surfaced at the end of 2078, and even a month or two before the game invasion, rumors had already begun to circulate.
Moreover, Yu Xunge felt that the officials had likely already received the news. Among the hundreds of thousands, some must have been officials; otherwise, the response wouldn’t have been so swift in her past life.
They had hoarded what they needed, seized what they could, and spent what they had. Yu Xunge planned to systematically learn about combat and shooting next, while spending the rest of her time honing her profession and cooking.
Whether in close combat or long-range shooting, she was actually quite capable. During her last year of fleeing, her close combat skills had been honed through life-and-death struggles.
All were killing techniques; each move aimed for vital points, whether it was elbowing the throat, poking the eyes, punching the kidneys, or elbowing the heart. She didn’t disdain these skills for being useless or unattractive; she wanted to learn more!
Otherwise, no matter how high her stats were, if she didn’t know how to use them, she couldn’t truly unleash her power.
Any martial art that could form its own school must have its advantages, and she wanted to learn systematically.
As for long-range shooting, in her past life, shooting was all about magic—casting arcane missiles and ice fireball spells. She relied entirely on instinct, perhaps she did have a talent for it. Coupled with her [Impersonation] talent, which allowed her to store three other people’s talents, she managed to evade capture for an entire year.
But now she had the divine talent of [Sharpshooter]. Not practicing shooting would be a disservice to this talent and to her own impressive agility of 21.
Yu Xunge still had the money for classes. She would learn combat in the morning—how to exert force better, which parts of her body could serve as weapons, and how to break free when restricted; in the afternoon, she would practice shooting, learning how to control shooting distance and calculate wind direction.
Unlike the wild methods of her past life, Yu Xunge felt that every day brought new changes.
Those physical stats were no longer just numbers; she was more agile and perceptive, and the power she could unleash was greater.
Her shooting coach was astonished by her talent. When she first came in, her bow posture was all wrong, clearly someone who had learned from a thousand degrees. In less than a week, she could hit the target perfectly at a distance of thirty meters. If they hadn’t known her real age was already 25, they would have wanted to recommend her to the national team.
It was just a bit strange; after shooting a few arrows, she would always miss once. They wondered if it was because girls lacked strength.
But Yu Xunge wasn’t lacking in strength; she just didn’t want to reveal that her seventh shot was guaranteed to be a critical hit. So every time she reached for the seventh arrow, she would deliberately pull the bowstring back just a little, letting the arrow fly out weakly.
Yu Xunge knew her own situation. Given time to aim, she was fine, but in rapid-fire situations, she could only guarantee a 50% hit rate. The hit rate for moving targets was even lower, and it was even harder to shoot while running.
But she wasn’t discouraged; everything was just beginning.
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