Chapter 1841 1841. Spending the Night in Paradise

Chapter 1841 1841. Spending the Night in Paradise

"Mae, do you mind staying for a while? I wish to speak to you," Chris said.

When Wilted didn't answer, Jeanny said, "I think everyone is tired from the long journey. Let's spend one day to rest here. We will leave tomorrow morning."

"Oh? I'm not tire–ouch! Why did you step on my foot?" Jack complained to Jeanny.

Wilted didn't push for them to leave at once, but she also didn't say anything. She just moved away from the table and left the pavilion.

"Please make yourself at home. If you need anything, just tell Hada," Chris said. He stood up and went after Wilted.

The fairies came flying into the pavilion after Chris left and struck up conversations with the players. They were a chatty bunch.

Everyone enjoyed their time. The fairies kept on refilling their cups with the delicious wine. As time passed, some people started drifting out of the pavilion. They went strolling around the lake. The lakeside was fashioned after a leisure park, so it was very relaxing for strolling. Everyone pretty much forgot about the trouble in the outside world.

Before they knew it, night had arrived. Alll latest novels at novelhall.com

The fairies built a bonfire by the lakeside. Jack and the others sat around it while the fairies brought them meals and drinks.

The fairies built a bonfire by the lakeside. Jack and the others sat around it while the fairies brought them meals and drinks.

"Ah... This place is a paradise. I can live here forever," Joe said.

"I can't picture you as a hermit, even in a paradise," Badass said.

"Hehe, I'm just saying. This kind of remind me of my mansion in the real life, it has quite a view. I love a place with the view."

"Everyone loves a place with the view, a*shole. Not everyone can afford it," Jet remarked.

"No one is talking to you," Joe talked back to Jet. He then turned to Badass and said, "You are right. No matter how nice this place is, I will get bored eventually. Which makes me wonder, was that truly Chris? You know him too. The real Chris won't stand getting cooped up like this."

"He is not the real Chris, remember?" Badass replied. "He is just a native implanted with his memory."

"You stop demoralizing her," Jack talked back.

"Sigh... All right. Tell you what. Once you people get your pinnacle special classes, come back here... Then again, I will just set the disc to teleport you back to this place once you succeed. Once you are back, I will allow you people to use the training dungeons in this place."

"We have our own training dungeons," John said.

"Tsk, tsk. Don't you consider my training dungeons the same as yours," Chris snickered. "If I want to, I can use the dungeons to get to level 99 by now. I remained at this level because I chose to follow the pace of outworlders' top players."

"Why you didn't let us use it before we took the trial? Shouldn't it improve our odds if we have a higher level?" David asked.

"The trial had nothing to do with level. You will have the same chance of beating it even if you are only level 1," Chris answered.

Jack thought about his Time Sage's trial. It was indeed had nothing to do with levels.

"Why change your mind?" Jack asked.

"I think it's okay to help you people a little bit. You won't beat the underworld forces without beating the devils. To do that, you all need to be at least level 95 even with the pinnacle special classes. Even then, you need to work together to defeat them. With my training dungeons, you should be able to reach that level in no time."

"Thank you," Wilted said.

"Hm, don't mention it," Chris replied.

"Mister creator, if you don't mind, I have a question," Spring Crown said.

"Just call me Chris," Chris said. "I'm not the real creator anyway. I'm just his memory."

"Many of us have people we know who are still missing. We have looked around and spread the word around, but it doesn't seem like they are anywhere in the settlements. Is there any other place the people of the real world may end up in besides the seven countries' main cities?"

Chris nodded after the enquiry. When everyone expected him to answer, he said, "The food is getting cold. Let's eat them. The fairies won't be happy if we let them go to waste after their hard work to prepare the meal."

He then took up a plate and started eating. Spring Crown and the others just stared at him with confused expressions.

"Forget it. He is like this if he doesn't want to answer. You won't get an answer out of him," Wilted told Spring Crown.