At that time Yu Qingyu, completely unaware of the battle that was taking place, was in the middle of his patisserie class. He was smoothing up the sides of the cake he had just baked, preparing to pour the glaze, when all of a sudden, the system announcement rang in his ears.
[The world has been completed! Please wait a moment, your next body is being prepared and you will be transmigrated shortly.]
'Huh?' Yu Qingyu flinched out of surprise, and his hand, holding the scraper, shook, creating a large dent in the cake's surface. But the transmigrator didn't even notice, his mind preoccupied with something else.
'520, you're still here?'
As expected, no response.
'Well, I guess that must mean Baiye guild cleared the dungeon, and I lost. It's too early for the dungeon outbreak, so there's no other possibility…'
