Ian Song wanted to buy the No. 6 Leopard-Lion because, during the competition, he had communicated with it using his spiritual power and promised that if it won, he would take it away from the arena.
Ian Song could see that this fellow hated the arena, which is why it always held back during fights.
Of course, its strength wasn’t low either—it had at least reached the War-General level.
In the dining room, Lynn Ning had already finished preparing dinner.
Although Ian Song had already eaten at the arena, having another meal was no problem—after all, Lynn Ning’s greatest joy now was taking care of him.
After dinner, Ian Song cuddled Lynn Ning’s delicate body on the sofa while watching TV. He asked, “Ling’er, do you ever feel bored staying at home all the time?”
“Not at all, it’s great.” Lynn Ning shook her head.
“Don’t lie to me.” Ian Song’s tone grew a bit serious.
Lynn Ning replied earnestly, “Husband, Ling’er really isn’t lying to you. In our old world, you had to handle affairs of state and cultivate, and it was rare to see you even once in several days. Now it’s different—I get to see you every day and cook for you. It’s so much better than before. How could I possibly feel bored?”
Hearing Lynn Ning’s explanation, Ian Song was stunned for a moment, then felt a wave of guilt. Faces of Harriet Gu, Snow Yue, Tessa Heavenreach, Serena Fox, and others flashed through his mind.
They’re all good women—none of them have ever asked anything of me.
Luckily, the cultivation world has already become my subordinate world. Once I leave this place, I’ll make it up to them properly.
Thinking about leaving this world again, Ian Song couldn’t help but feel troubled.
Earlier, Meow-Meow had told him that the only mission in this world was to stay alive.
If he followed that line of thinking, did it mean System Hosts were supposed to seize each other’s Systems? And if he reached a certain number, could he return to the real world?
Over three thousand System Hosts had come to this world—so was the quota a hundred, fifty, ten, or just three?
If it was only one, that would be terrifying!
It probably wouldn’t be just one," Ian Song muttered to himself.
Just then: “Congratulations, Host, for grasping the mission’s secret. Now, a random task is issued: within three months, plunder the Systems of six System Hosts. Reward: one billion Fame Points. Failure: no penalty.”
Hearing the system’s cold, mechanical voice, Ian Song was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.