'Having given my underlings all the difficult tasks, I shall hole myself up…no, control the entire game so the System would not deviate from its true goal.'
With these thoughts, Fang Ning started surfing the net contentedly.
Vigilante A soared back up into the sky to see the world… No, to farm monsters.
After half a day, Fang Ning noticed that the System Notifications were pretty strange.
[The Black Dog Brett is under fatal threat in XX area; the Thousand-Mile Assistance is activated. ]
[The threat on the Black Dog Brett has been resolved. ]
[The Black Dog Brett is under fatal threat in XXX area; the Thousand-Mile Assistance is activated. ]
…
That poor black pooch had to donate blood as well as help Sir reclaim parts of the map. It was constantly poisoned nearly to death.
The key point was that it was actually enjoying it, with some sort of confused pride.
