The Return Of The God Level Assassin

Then he heard a knock from the front interrupting his inner tirade of game loathing.

”Young Miss, are you alright?” called a voice. Itʼs probably the driver.

Luo Jin was about to answer back when he remembered that he shouldnʼt go out of character. He gritted his teeth and then soften his voice. ”Iʼm fine.”

He sighed. The mystery would probably happen at the castle. After all, heʼd chosen ʼA castle of dreams for the wickedʼ out of the five choices presented to them. Which led him to the red door.

The reason why he chose it was actually pretty stupid. Itʼs because he subconsciously thought that his brother would be attracted by the word ʼwickedʼ– having that hidden dark side and all – and thus would also pick the same choice. Itʼs baseless but Luo Jin just couldnʼt help but choose it.

Well, if his brother was not this door, then heʼd just log out. Thereʼs no way heʼd spent the rest of the night wearing a dress when his brother was not even here.

Soon, the carriage he was riding stopped. The carriage door opened right after and one who looked like some kind of footman. He raised his hand towards Luo Jin. He resisted the urge to slap it away. But then remembered that he shouldnʼt go out of character and so reluctantly put his hand on the footmanʼs palm. The footman helped him climbed down the carriage.

Luo Jin raised the silk fan he was holding and covered the lower half of his face with it. Thatʼs when he noticed that his line of sight was still slightly lower than in real life. Meaning that this characterʼs current height was still lower than his real one. Also, his arms were thinner. As if all the muscles heʼd worked hard to develop these past years suddenly disappeared. No wonder this body could cross-dress as his twin sister.

He looked up at the castle in front. It looked like any other castle aside from the sinister atmosphere surrounding it, that is. Probably because of all those scary looking spires.

He was about to walk towards the castle when another carriage stopped just behind the carriage he travelled in.

A tall, willowy woman climbed down. Her black hair was arranged in a complicated French knot, surrounded by expensive looking pearls. She was wearing a black dress that perfectly showcased her curves. The black of her dress highlighted her satiny white skin. She must have noticed his gaze before she looked over in his direction.

And his gaze collided with a pair of indifferent black eyes.

A certain image of a pink haired pixie overlapped with the woman in front of him. And suddenly, the thought of logging out if his brother wasnʼt here just completely disappeared from his mind.