139: Chapter 139 It would be impolite to say that again!

Hill completely lost the desire to speak.

She had spent countless ages here, meeting countless heroes and heartbroken lovers.

Every single person, upon hearing that guidance filled with a sense of destiny, would invariably wear a solemn expression, their eyes burning with the flame called 'Enlightenment'.

But this man before her...

GPS? Manual?

Did this man see the Ancient Gods and a wild pheasant by the roadside as any different?

Chen You looked at her exquisite face, which seemed frozen by frost, and a bold thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Some games set up hidden interactions with NPCs.

For example, constantly talking to a certain NPC hundreds of times might cause the NPC to draw their sword.

This Hill seemed to have such high status; if he managed to break her composure, would there be... an unexpected surprise?

Thinking of this, Chen You's eyes instantly lit up.

He leaned forward, tapping his fingers on the counter, producing a crisp sound.

"Let me confirm one more time. This quest has no explicit coordinates, no minimap guidance, and relies entirely on blind guessing, right?"

Hill's chest rose and fell slightly. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had regained that ethereal and lofty demeanor.

"Words are pale, Adventurer. When you embark on your journey, the compass within your heart will naturally..."

"Alright, alright, I get it," Chen You impatiently interrupted again.

"With such poor user experience, you'll be eliminated by the market sooner or later. Doesn't your Supreme Tower have a Product Manager?"

Product... Manager?

The stars and seas in Hill's eyes flickered with data corruption-like fluctuations.

Chen You saw her return to that confused expression of 'Who am I? Where am I?' and sighed, looking like he was disappointed in her potential.

"Forget it, let's keep it simple." His tone turned serious.

"Since the quest guidance system has such a major flaw, as a user, I have the right to file a complaint."

"Where is your customer service channel? Or just give me an email address to report bugs."

"..."

Hill's fingers gripping the purple brush tightened slightly.

"As compensation for the trouble caused to the player by a system bug, shouldn't some compensation rewards be issued?"

"Like ten consecutive draw tickets, or a few thousand gold coins?"

Chen You continued to make demands with a serious face, "This is industry standard."

"Respected member." Hill's voice carried a trace of suppressed coldness, "This is the Supreme Tower. We provide the most professional service."

Chen You raised an eyebrow.

A complex light, mixed with curiosity, self-destructive tendencies, and expectation, flickered in his eyes.

"Your attitude is good. You know how to maintain your brand reputation," Chen You nodded, adopting the air of a leader inspecting work.

"But attitude alone isn't enough; you need to solve the problem. If you can't solve it, get your superior to come out."

He glanced around the empty hall.

"Where is your Tower Master? Or are you the highest person in charge here?"

"If so, I demand you handle my complaint immediately."

Hill took a deep breath, and the faint scent of sandalwood around her seemed to become agitated.

She forced a smile, though it looked uglier than crying.

"Respected member, the path to finding the Ancient Gods is inherently a test of the spirit. Its 'difficulty' is itself part of the screening process, not a... bug."

She explained word by word, trying to pull the conversation back on track.

"Oh--" Chen You suddenly understood.

"I get it now. It's the 'Souls-like' design philosophy, right?"

"Intentionally increasing the difficulty to enhance the player's sense of accomplishment after overcoming it?"

"That concept is fine, but you haven't grasped the core."

He began to ramble.

"The core of a Souls-like game is 'grinding'! Although it's hard, the monsters' attack patterns and map traps are all traceable!"

"Players can overcome them through learning and memorization! What about yours? 'Listen with your heart'?"

"What is that? Metaphysics? Or a random number generator? Purely relying on luck? You've designed an epic quest like a lottery draw?"

"This is fraud! I'm reporting you!"

"You..."

Hill felt her thoughts becoming chaotic.

Her eloquent artistry, which she prided herself on and which could make even gods listen intently, was being torn apart in front of this man and labeled with a string of terms she didn't even understand.

Souls-like? Memorization?

What the heck were these things!

Chen You looked at her face cycling from pale to flushed red, and his mind settled.

There's a chance! Definitely a chance!

He decided to deploy his final ultimate move.

"I am a regular patron of the Supreme Tower; I should count as one of your VIP big customers, right?" He pointed to himself.

"Shouldn't the service for a core paying user like me also be upgraded?"

Hill's hand holding the teacup froze mid-air.

"For example, setting up a paid consultation hotline? Or at the very least, stocking a 'Wish Fulfillment Card' in the shop! Price is not an issue; you name a price."

Chen You spread his hands, wearing a sincere expression that suggested, 'I have a lot of money, hurry up and fleece me.'

"Wish Fulfillment... Card..."

Hill's hand holding the pen tightened continuously.

"Do you think this is a wishing well?"

"Oh? Can we make wishes?" Chen You clapped his hands loudly.

"That's great! How big is the well? How many gold coins to fill it up?"

"Crack--"

A crisp sound.

The pen shaft snapped in half.

Hill looked at the broken pen, then slowly raised her head to look at Chen You.

In those eyes containing stars and seas, there was no longer any etherealness or mystery.

There was only a frost capable of freezing the soul, and a fiercely burning karmic fire named 'Rage'.

She squeezed out a word through clenched teeth.

"Get Out--!"

Buzz!

The moment that word 'Get Out' left her lips, a dazzling golden light exploded before Chen You's eyes!

Hill vanished.

Simultaneously, lines of system prompts, all too familiar to him, appeared in his vision.

[Ding! Congratulations! Through a unique communication method, you have successfully broken through Hill's solid mental defenses.]

[You have achieved the unprecedented, and perhaps never-to-be-repeated, Epic Achievement—'Any More Talking And It Won't Be Polite!']

[You have obtained the Hidden Title: [Honeyed Mouth]!]

Chen You: "..."

Good heavens, it actually exists!

He immediately clicked on the title details.

[Title: Honeyed Mouth]

[Type: Unique]

[Accompanying Skill: When you are in a non-combat state, upon hearing a certain sound, you can silently think, 'That sounds fantastic!' at will!]

[The System will judge that sound as the 'Absolutely Correct Guidance,' and you will instantly teleport to the source of that sound, ignoring space, distance, and obstacles.]

[Note: Can only be used once per day.]

[Title Description: Sometimes, the words you speak are more destructive than divine weapons.]

Hiss!

Chen You gasped in cold air.

What in the world is this divine skill?

Point-to-point teleportation that ignores space, distance, and obstacles?

Although it can only be used once a day, and he must hear the sound first, this is simply a strategic-level divine skill!

Useful for chasing enemies, exploring restricted areas, or even escaping to a certain place at a critical moment...

It has too many uses!

Wait a minute...

Chen You looked up at the empty counter.

"Where did the NPC go?"

"How did she get chatted away?"

"Who am I supposed to consult with in the future?"

Just as Chen You was about to lift his foot onto the counter to search behind it, a ray of light flashed again.

"The stars tonight shine just as they did last night. May good fortune always accompany you, esteemed supreme member."

Hill reappeared, wearing a professional smile, and vitality returned to her eyes.

"This is... a refresh?"

Chen You relaxed, finally pulling back the foot he was about to place on the counter.

"Ahem, well then, sorry to have bothered you." Chen You coughed dryly and decisively made his escape.