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Chapter 775: Chapter 775 - Rich Girl Problems

Broken and SexyGrill continued their journey, covering as much distance as possible during their login time. Efficiency was key—they had to keep moving forward without wasting any opportunities.

That meant hunting monsters along the way, gathering resources they needed, and helping SexyGrill level up, which was even more optimal since all the EXP from their effort went exclusively to her.

Broken sighed at the thought.

He gained nothing from this hunting ground in terms of levels.

It was the double-edged sword of his Divine Champion blessing—a mix of both a gift and a curse.

The blessing was that he had the freedom to do countless things in the game beyond just grinding levels, since he could passively level up.

The curse was that in massive hunting sessions like this, he earned no experience points at all.

Well, at least he was getting an insane amount of loot from the monsters they defeated. A ridiculous number of Monster Cores. And so far, he had even obtained one Soul Stone.

He needed more Soul Stones for his next golem project.

Seriously, in situations like this, he was starting to feel the need for more fighter golems to make his work easier. At the very least, fighter golems that were a bit weaker than Blackthorn. Well, even if they were just as strong, it wouldn't be a problem. Since he had stationed Blackthorn in Slumdon, he needed a backup.

He had enough materials to craft one more golem.

But for now, he would wait until he gathered a few more materials—maybe one more suitable Soul Stone—before deciding to craft another one.

There was something Broken slowly began to realize during his expedition with SexyGrill.

This girl—she wasn't as careless as she appeared on the surface.

Anyone who only knew SexyGrill as the playful, carefree, and mischievous girl might assume she was just someone who focused on having fun and took nothing seriously.

But in moments like these—when it was just the two of them—she revealed a different side.

She was warmer, more mature, and far more calculated than she let on. Her approach to battle was strategic and reasonable, making their hunting sessions highly efficient. Grill knew exactly when to attack and when to retreat, and her decisions in combat were surprisingly wise.

It was no wonder she had reached such a high level and achieved so much in the game.

There was more to her than what most people saw. And it was only in moments like this that it truly became visible.

After spending the entire day in the forest, they eventually reached the point where they had to take a break and log out of the game.

**

Leon opened his eyes, finding himself still inside the capsule device.

The right-side door of the device had already slid open, allowing the cold air from inside his home bus to brush against his skin—a stark contrast to the temperature-controlled environment of the capsule.

And that was when he realized something. He had logged into the game wearing nothing but shorts.

Right…

He had just finished his workout earlier, changed into something more comfortable, and then jumped into the capsule device without bothering to find a shirt first.

With a sigh, Leon stepped out, adjusting to the dim lighting of the home bus.

But then—he froze.

Someone was sitting in the middle of the home bus.

For a brief moment, he stared as the figure turned to face him, their expression twisting into a grimace.

Then, without a word, they reached for a switch on the wall, and the lights flickered on, illuminating the room.

"What the hell are you doing logging into the game in just your underwear?" the figure said.

And yes—it was Freya.

Leon had granted access to his home bus to only a few people—Freya, Lily, and King, since King worked as his personal bodyguard.

"Hurry up and put on some clothes," she added.

But Leon ignored her, taking a step closer.

"W-What are you doing?!" she stammered, eyes widening as she instinctively leaned back. "I can scream and have people rush in here, you know! Get away from me!"

"This is my place. You don't order me around."

"LEON!" Freya shouted, glaring at him.

Still unfazed, Leon sat down next to her, bare-chested and completely unbothered.

"Put on some clothes, you pervert!" she snapped.

"Oh, really?" he said with a smirk. "You barge into someone's private space and call me the pervert? Need a mirror to check yourself first?"

After that, they both fell into silence.

And that was when Leon realized something.

Lately… for the past month, maybe even longer, he hadn't talked much with Freya.

It all started because they were spending time in different places inside the game.

Freya had mostly been in Slumdon Town, overseeing its growth and management, while Leon was always somewhere else, doing something else. A lot of his recent time had also been spent in the capital city.

Even outside the game, things weren't much different.

Leon spent most of his time training, then going to campus, and whatever free time he had was always filled with something else.

So, whenever Freya dropped by, he was either inside the game or simply not around.

"What are you doing here?" was the first thing he finally said.

"So you don't miss me too much, obviously," she replied casually.

"Thanks… I really missed you." He responded in the same relaxed tone.

"I knew it. Now happy?"

"Never been happier in my life than when you're around."

Their exchange was casual, filled with sarcasm, just like always.

Ever since Leon found out that Freya was actually someone he had known since childhood, he realized that their conversations hadn't changed much—constant banter, always pushing each other's buttons.

It made him realize something.

Even back when they were kids, they had always argued, throwing sarcastic remarks at each other.

They had their share of heated debates, which often ended with Freya getting mad and trying to get back at him in some way.

"You've been logging into the game more often lately, Freya," he noted.

It made sense.

With the Vensalor Guild now handling even greater responsibilities—thanks to Broken's expanding influence as King Consort—their forces had to be split further to cover more areas.

Because of that, Maylock and Lucy had started actively recruiting more players, particularly high-level ones or those with specialized skills.

The goal? To form a new sub-guild dedicated to specific needs.

One of the biggest priorities was gathering players specialized in production classes. After all, relying on player crafters was far more efficient than depending on NPCs.

Especially because player labor was negotiable—or even free—as long as they got what they wanted in return. For most, that meant things like special quests, access to rare materials, or the opportunity to work on large-scale projects.

"Oh? You actually care about me now? After giving me more responsibilities than my paycheck covers?" Freya said with mock annoyance.

"I don't even pay you. You're doing this voluntarily," Leon replied flatly.

"And yet, I still demand payment."

"Money?"

"I don't think so. I have more than enough money—getting paid in cash would be meaningless for me."

"I knew it. Miss Richy Rich."

Leon watched her for a moment, knowing full well that Freya never took this topic seriously.@@novelbin@@

But still, he thought hard.

What could he actually do for her?

Money? She had plenty and never accepted anything from him anyway.

Helping her get stronger in the game? She didn't care much about power.

Her reason had always been the same—she just wanted to see him unlock more things in the game.

But… What did that even mean?

Was she happy just watching him cause more chaos in the game? LOL.

Then, finally, she spoke again.

"Your next opponent… might be a little tricky for you to deal with."

Leon turned to her, curious.

"Why?"