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[SYSTEM ALERT: NEW QUEST AVAILABLE NOW!!!! ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧//(o*･ω･)ﾉ ]
What the fuck.
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes would never be graced with a more utterly despicable sight in his life than the glowing blue screen that was currently obscuring half his vision.
[ACCEPT QUEST?]
[YES] [NO]
He jammed his finger into the ‘Yes’ option. The interface gave no reaction.
Son of a bitch.
[NEW EXPANSION TO: THE SELF SAVING SYSTEM AVAILABLE NOW: THE SCUM VILLAIN’S HAIL MARY]
What? Hail Mary? Wasn’t that like… an Italian thing?
Before he could react, he felt his consciousness shift. He blinked open his eyes to- pitch blackness? Wait, no, it wasn’t pitch blackness - little pinpricks of light dotted the void.
Was he in space?
Oh, well. It was probably just another one of the system’s backdrops for whatever crazy-ass wife plot it had spun up this time.
As his eyes adjusted, a man curled up on the floor of the ship came into view. He had a messy, unwashed head of blonde hair, shrinking into his fox-patterned cardigan the best he could. Honestly, he looked a little pathetic. Sir? Were you okay? Shouldn’t you be doing… astronaut things, instead of vomiting on the floor like your ex just dumped you?
The way he wore his glasses did not help his demeanor, either. They hung off the side of his chin- waitafuckingminute.
Shen Qingqiu had only ever known one person to have such disrespect towards their eyewear in his lifetime. The fox cardigan. That messy blonde hair. The utter aura of patheticness he was somehow able to exude just by existing.
His eyes widened. No fucking way.
Ryland fucking Grace?