Chapter 123 - Attempt (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Roland recalled what he did earlier.

He drank a little beer and tried to cast a spell in reality!

F**king h.e.l.l, that’s the reason?

If Roland had told someone earlier that he was trying to cast a spell as he did in the game and then fainted from a nosebleed, he would probably have been mistaken for having eighth-grader syndrome.

But now Roland had a strange intuition.

The reason why he fainted was definitely that he tried to cast—this was definitely the reason.

He was lost in thought. Schuck, who was watching him on the side, also suddenly showed a subtle expression as if he had thought of something.

This speculation distorted Roland’s perspective of the world. After a brief daze, he found his phone on a small table beside the bed, gestured for his childhood friends to stay quiet, and then dialed a number.

A few seconds later, a familiar voice came on the line.

“Dad, I’m not going back for lunch. Schuck told me to come drink at his place.”

“Don’t drink too much and come back early.”

“Yes, no problem,” Roland replied in the most spirited tone.

As soon as the call ended, he was immediately back to his listless self.

“Don’t tell my family.” Roland looked at his childhood friends and smiled weakly. “And Li Lin, I will transfer some money to you, help me buy a set of clothes. These clothes are covered in blood. I’m afraid that my family will find them If I bring them back home.”

“Don’t need the money!” Li Lin muttered, then turned and left the ward.

Betta asked, “Brother Roland, are you hungry? I’ll go outside to get you something to eat.”

“No, I’ll get a lean pork congee takeout.”

Roland felt hungry and empty. In his college years, when he got his ex-girlfriend to eat meat at night, he wasn’t even as tired as he was now after five kenja times¹ in one night.

Brazil, Raffel, and Husseret saw that nothing was really wrong with Roland, so they let him know they were leaving.

Schuck and Betta stayed behind, intending to take care of Roland because they were the ones with the most amount of free time.

After a while, the congee was delivered. Roland woofed it down, then lay on the bed and chatted with Schuck and Betta on and off for less than ten minutes before gradually falling asleep.

Schuck had Betta go home first. He would stay here to take care of Roland.

It was evening when Roland woke up again.

The doctor came to examine him, found nothing wrong with him, and allowed him to leave the hospital.

Then, Schuck put a bag on Roland’s bed. “These are the clothes Li Lin bought you. He had some urgent matters and went home first. See if they fit you.”

A.P.C’s clothes, minimalistic, were quite in line with Roland’s tastes.

After changing in the dressing room, Roland and Schuck left the hospital.

On their way home, Schuck said, “If you still feel uncomfortable, make sure you say so. Don’t make us worry too much.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not the kind of person to bite the bullet.”

The two parted at the fork of the road and Roland went home. He especially avoided his parents, went to his room, changed into a pair of pajamas, and then went to the living room.

After chatting with his family over dinner, Roland’s father suddenly asked, “Son, today I was watching the news, and it said that the knowledge and skills learned in a ‘virtual’ game could be applied to reality. Is that the one you’re playing?”

Roland nodded. He a.s.sumed that his father had probably also seen today’s popular news feed.

“If that’s the case, even if you don’t make any money, you should play for a while longer,” Roland’s father said slowly.

Roland said with a smile, “I still have to make money—the savings in my bank account have already surpa.s.sed 500,000 yuan.”

Roland’s parents looked at each other—how much time had it been? It seemed that their son should be able to succeed in his plan of earning a million yuan in two years.

It was hard for them to clearly express their feelings. Although they were quite happy that their son had made money, as people of the older generation, they always felt that playing too many games wasn’t a good thing.

In their hearts, they hoped that their son wouldn’t achieve this goal so that he would go take the functionary exam and have a lifetime of peace and stability.

Something like playing a game to make money, from their perspective, this would always seem like a bit of a fantasy.

No matter how much you earned, you wouldn’t have a sense of security.

They just couldn’t find a reason to stop their son from developing in this direction.