The No. 1 Hunfen King in the Entire Server [Interstellar] Chapter 65

Lin Jing was stunned for a second before he snapped back to reality and reached out to take the bead.

The little princess looked at him with a hint of curiosity in her eyes and softly asked, “So, Mirror, where did you get it?”

Lin Jing paused briefly and, without lying, replied, “At the plaza. A pigeon flew into my hand and gave it to me.”

Rossi muttered, “A pigeon? There are a lot of pigeons at the plaza, I suppose.”

Lin Jing chuckled. “Yeah.”

He never expected that, after all the twists and turns, the bead would end up back in his hands.

And at the same time, a thought was beginning to take root in his mind.

Veraka’s residence was on the other side of the garden.

When Lin Jing handed her the key while still holding the flowerpot, Veraka was moved to tears, sincerely thanking him, “Thank you, M.”

Lin Jing maintained his sweet and innocent persona as Christine and smiled. “Do you need my help tomorrow?”

Veraka laughed. “That would be great if you’re willing. I’m afraid my sister’s belongings will be too much for me to search through alone.”

Lin Jing responded, “Of course, I can.”

After Veraka took the key and shut the door, Lin Jing lingered in the corridor for a while.

Not long after, the rat popped out from the pile of plants beneath the window, anxiously waving, “Over here, over here!”

Looking guilty like a thief, the rat leaped onto Lin Jing’s hand. Not wanting to linger, the man and the rat quickly left.

Back in his room, Lin Jing closed the door and sat down, meeting the rat’s gaze. “Did you find anything?”

The rat irritably scratched at its fur and admitted, “Nothing at all. She’s too cautious. She sealed off the doors and windows completely. I stood outside in the cold for ages and didn’t hear a single word.”

Lin Jing sighed. “She really is careful.”

The rat asked, “Should we wait and see, or take action?”

Lin Jing thought for a moment. “Let’s observe for now—see if she really plans to summon the witch.”

He turned his gaze back to the rapidly growing magic vine. It had already developed into a small cluster of greenery. The leaves were tiny, the stems not yet smooth, and the minuscule bumps on them would eventually become sharp thorns.

“This thing is growing fast. At this rate, it’ll bear fruit in just a couple of days,” Lin Jing murmured.

Through the palace window, he could see the intricate, elegant gardens bathed in moonlight, a soft blue veil draped over the night.

Neither he nor the rat felt sleepy, and with nothing better to do, they started chatting.

The rat suddenly asked, “You’re a streamer, right? Shouldn’t you be interacting with your viewers?”

Lin Jing leaned against the window. “I have nothing to talk about with them. I only started streaming because I lost a bet with some idiot.”

The rat’s eyes widened. “A bet?”

Lin Jing didn’t feel like elaborating.

Sensing that it was a sore subject, the rat wisely dropped the topic.

It stretched out its limbs, lying on its back to bask in the moonlight. As it turned over to warm its other side, a thought suddenly struck it. Its eyes went wide with shock.

“Wait a minute! Last time I checked that forum thread roasting you, you were still in the beginner tier. What’s your points now?”

Finally realizing something, the rat turned to Lin Jing in horror.

Lin Jing was unimpressed. “Fifty.”

Lin Jing: “Don’t be surprised. Let me curse on your behalf—this system is messed up.”

The rat: “……”

The rat barely swallowed down the expletive on the tip of his tongue and awkwardly said, “Our average score is 500, right?”

Lin Jing: “Yeah.”

The two—one human and one mouse—locked eyes. The rat was the first to break.

It tried to come up with an explanation: “Could it be that you’re using cheats, and a virus messed up the matchmaking system?”

Lin Jing looked at it with a blank expression. “You’re a real genius.”

The rat: “……”

Lin Jing absentmindedly played with a small magic vine and admitted, “Honestly, I reset my account and started over, so my old data might still be affecting things. Either way, out of the three matches I’ve played since I joined, not a single one was normal.”

The rat was shocked. “Reset your account and started over? Actually, I did too.”

Lin Jing let out a short laugh. “What a coincidence.”

The rat: “What was your old ID?”

Lin Jing: “Yi Wo Wei Jian.”

The rat: “Oh, Yi Wo—”

It froze mid-sentence, and in the next instant, plop—it fell flat onto the ground.

Lin Jing bent down to pick it up.

The rat didn’t even care about the dizziness in its head or the pain in its rear. Its tiny paws trembled as it pointed at Lin Jing, struggling for words: “You—you—you—you—”

Its face was a picture of utter shock, its tiny, bean-sized eyes nearly popping out.

Lin Jing idly toyed with a leaf and said, “Yeah, that’s exactly as unlucky as you’re thinking. Reset my account, starting fresh, climbing the ranks again.”

The rat was utterly dumbfounded, questioning life itself: “D*mn, boss. But how did you even end up with a boyfriend and be called Hun? That doesn’t make sense! You and the word ‘Hun’ should be worlds apart.”

Lin Jing: “Don’t ask. I’d like to know too.”

After taking half a day to process the shock, The rat took a deep breath, sat up straight, and suddenly looked much more dignified. “Oh my god, Mirror, you were my idol back in the day, you know that?”

Lin Jing was caught off guard. “I remember back then, hitting 1000 points was enough to get first place, right? No need to exaggerate.” Back then, barely anyone played. The ranking’s prestige was nothing compared to now.

The rat solemnly shook its head. “No, I’m not exaggerating. Back then, your influence was on par with today’s Wan Feng Wan Yue.”

Lin Jing: “……” That comparison doesn’t make me happy at all, you know?

The rat, now full of energy, started rambling, “Mirror, have you forgotten? So many of the game’s systems were reformed because of you. Like the matchmaking system—before, players were just randomly thrown together, with high and low ranks mixed in a chaotic mess. It was only because you kept steamrolling everyone, making the game completely unfun for others, that they implemented the average-score matchmaking system.

“Also, wasn’t the Survivor system overhaul triggered by your final match?”

Lin Jing had indeed lost many memories. He listened absentmindedly as the rat bragged about his past glory, but the last sentence jolted him awake. He lifted his head in shock and asked, “The reform of Survivor had something to do with me?”

The rat scratched its head, hesitated for a moment, and said, “I heard someone say that, but I’m not too sure.”

A jolt shot through Lin Jing’s soul. Countless images flashed through his mind, but they vanished just as quickly. He couldn’t grasp anything. His throat felt dry. “What was my last game?”

The rat weakly replied, “That… I’d like to know too.”

Lin Jing’s body stiffened. He took a deep breath, but his lowered gaze was dazed.

He had never paid much attention to the one or two years of lost time because it hadn’t really affected his life. But after meeting Xu Wanzhi, he developed a strong desire to uncover the entire process of how they had come to know each other. Could their first meeting have been in that final game?

“Jingzi, what’s wrong? You don’t look so good.” The rat had now stopped calling him “hun” and instead used “Jingzi” with concern.

“It’s nothing.” Lin Jing shook his head. No rush. I’ll figure it out eventually.

The rat said, “You didn’t appear for a whole year after the reform. We thought you quit the game. There were all kinds of rumors online.”

Lin Jing: “What?”

The rat shrank back, swallowed nervously, and said, “They said you fell in love with an NPC and got permanently banned by the developers.”

Lin Jing: “……” ?

The rat continued, “But that was the first version of the rumor. Later, it got even more ridiculous. The most widespread version was that you got banned for being indecent.”

Lin Jing took a deep breath. “Who started that?”

The rat hesitated. “A big name—Star Rain Legend.”

Lin Jing: “Alright.”

The rat quickly waved its paws. “No, no, don’t get mad! Even though everyone spread it around… honestly, they were kind of jealous.”

Lin Jing: “I’m not mad.”

He just wanted to kill someone.”

The next day, it rained in Eberon.

The sunlight was hidden behind dark clouds. The palace was soaked by the rain, puddles formed on the cobblestone roads, and the scent of roses mixed with the damp air.

Lin Jing held his potted plant under the rain for a while. The lush vines now had buds peeking out, revealing a hint of pink.

A maid soon called him over to join Veraka in the queen’s bedchamber.

The chamber was at the end of a long corridor, next to a massive oil painting. The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted by a huge window. Outside, heavy rain poured down, misty and shrouding the view.

Veraka rummaged through the queen’s dressing table, searching through drawers for a long time. Lin Jing thought for a moment and suggested, “Veraka, I don’t think the queen’s notes would be there.”

Veraka stiffened slightly but only turned her head and smiled. “Hmm, you might be right, but I don’t want to overlook any corner. M, why don’t you search somewhere else?”

She didn’t move and continued searching.

Lin Jing turned away, holding his potted plant, and stopped paying attention to her.

The queen’s bedchamber was spacious and meticulously arranged in gold and white. Perhaps because the king was reluctant to disturb her belongings, everything remained exactly as it had been before she passed.

“The notes would probably be by the bedside.”

Lin Jing sat down, still holding the potted plant.

Suddenly, something fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

A glass bead rolled across the floor.

Lin Jing froze, instinctively looking at the rat, thinking the hyperactive little creature had lost one of the beads in its pocket. But the rat poked its head out and shook it desperately to prove its innocence.

The bead kept rolling.

A red glass bead rolled to a stop at Lin Jing’s feet.

His hands, cradling the potted plant, stiffened.

The bead was perfectly round, dyed an even shade of red, flawless and crystal-clear, like a drop of pure blood.

Most importantly, it looked almost identical to the one embedded in the royal crown.

“Oh, sorry, I dropped something,” Veraka suddenly said. She stepped forward and picked up the bead from where it had stopped by his foot.

Lin Jing, still dazed, blurted out, “Veraka, that bead is really beautiful.”

Veraka smiled as she stood up, her sea-blue eyes sharp and penetrating. “Mirror, do you want it? I can give it to you.” Her voice was soft and sweet, like honey.

Lin Jing was dumbfounded and quickly shook his head. “No, you keep it.”

Veraka’s eyes curved. “No need to be so polite. It’s just a red bead.”

But in the end, Lin Jing didn’t accept it.

Veraka returned to the dressing table, which was so large that going through its small drawers would take ages.

The rat was in shock. “This is the third red bead we’ve seen, right?”

Lin Jing didn’t reply. He traced the rim of his potted plant with his fingers.

The rat’s brain was turning into mush. “No way. Is the king’s crown jewel really the Rose Heart? I thought we already had it and just needed to kiss the princess awake to clear the game. But now you’re telling me this thing comes in bulk?”

Lin Jing chuckled. “I thought the same.”

But they had both been wrong.

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