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Deep in the mountain forest, a group of people moved quickly through the trees. But upon closer inspection, it was clear they were lost—wandering aimlessly like headless flies.
They were even going in circles, and they had begun to realize it.
One of them wiped the sweat from his forehead, scanning their surroundings as he walked. "What kind of hell is this place? Why does nothing change no matter how far we walk?"
The man beside him nodded in agreement. "Yeah, wasn’t this supposed to be Miao Village? There’s no village here!"
This group was made up of players. Ever since entering the dungeon, they had been trapped in this forest. No matter which direction they took, they couldn’t escape the woods, let alone find any sign of a village.
The red cloth strips tied to the trees were undeniable proof—they had been walking in circles.
A short-haired girl leaned against a tree, panting. "The dungeon’s objective is to ‘Escape Miao Village,’ right? So if we just stay here for seven days without ever going to the village... wouldn’t that count?"
"Dream on," a middle-aged man scoffed, rolling his eyes. "The system would never hand out points for free. Are you even sure this forest isn’t part of Miao Village?"
None of the players could say for certain. But continuing to wander blindly would only waste their energy—and their limited food and water. It was a reckless move.
After spotting the red cloth strips for the third time, they finally stopped, deciding to search for clues instead.
Among them, one strikingly handsome man stood out. Unlike the others, he looked completely unruffled, exuding an air of effortless elegance—as if he were merely on a casual outing.
He pulled out his phone and checked the dungeon info. Surprisingly, he had full signal. As he opened his contacts, considering whether he could make a call, he noticed an unfamiliar number saved in his phone.
The contact name read: "Blind Date."
His fingers paused. So, they weren’t just tourists in this dungeon?
The phone belonged to him, but the system sometimes added new elements when necessary. He was certain he’d never saved a contact like this—meaning the number was likely tied to the dungeon.
Without hesitation, he tapped the number and dialed.
The call connected after just three rings.
But before he could speak, the person on the other end launched into a rapid-fire list of requirements, leaving no room for him to respond.
The man was streaming live, and his audience—initially charmed by the caller’s pleasant voice—burst into angry laughter upon hearing those absurd demands.
[Holy shit, if you’re here to matchmake, then matchmake. If you want to make wishes, go to a temple, okay? What kind of delusional man is this? Demanding two sons—why not just go fly into the sun?]
[At this level, even a temple wouldn’t help. Who does he think he is? Universally adored cash?]
[Let me be blunt: he’ll never find a partner in this lifetime.]
Just as the live-stream audience was mocking him, a massive wave of new viewers suddenly flooded the stream. The viewer count skyrocketed at an alarming rate.
The barrage of comments was quickly overtaken by the newcomers:
[Wow, it really is a player! Came to see what my wife’s blind date looks like… Huh? Why’s it a guy?]
[Wife’s standards are so low, but the ‘must bear sons’ condition is kinda tough. Can that delicate little waist even get someone else pregnant?]
[Who knows if he can knock someone up, but he definitely looks like the type to get knocked up himself.]
As the audience joked around, the man on screen spoke expressionlessly:
"Must be able to fly, breathe fire, crush red-hot iron barehanded, lend their umbrella to others in the rain, and fly home by helicopter-spinning their arms."
[???]
[Excuse me??? If you’re here to matchmake, then matchmake. If not, go sit at the dogs’ table!]
[My wife came with full sincerity, and you’re just messing with her? Screw you—I’ll wait for the day you regret this!]
[Don’t you dare disrespect my wife like this! Her standards are already low enough—dating you was a favor! Trash!]
The original viewers were furious. What kind of demons had invaded their stream, barking nonsense right in their faces?
Hah! They’d just have to see how shameless this so-called "player" really was.
A few minutes later, the viewers returned, and comments flashed across the screen:
[…Boss Mu, you’re done for. You lost the wife you almost had.]
[I thought the other guy was making wild demands, but turns out he was doing charity work. After seeing his face, those requirements seem way too low—hell, I could qualify!]
[Boss Mu isn’t that kind of person! A pretty face doesn’t put food on the table. So what if he’s a heartthrob? Boss Mu isn’t that shallow!]
The man was none other than Mu Ye’an. He wasn’t paying attention to his stream, nor did he notice the bizarre surge in viewers.
Meanwhile, the other players, seeing Mu Ye’an successfully get through on the call, tried dialing as well—only to be met with the same automated response:
“The number you have dialed is not in service. Please try again later.”
Only Mu Ye’an’s call could go through.
To be precise, only the number saved as "Blind Date" in his contacts could connect—likely their only clue at the moment.
Mu Ye’an dialed again, but this time, an automated voice greeted him:
"The number you have dialed is currently busy. Please try again later."
He attempted several more times, even waiting minutes between calls, but the result was the same.
He’d been blocked.
Blocked numbers couldn’t get through, yet other calls could. A bespectacled man asked Mu Ye’an for the number and tried dialing it himself, but the outcome was identical.
It seemed only those who had the number saved in their phones could reach it.
"Blind Date?" Fang Qingyuan’s finger paused mid-scroll. Under the group’s expectant gaze, he turned his screen toward them.
His phone also had the number saved under that name.
The players exchanged glances. Instead of urging Fang Qingyuan to call immediately, they turned to Mu Ye’an—Fang Qingyuan included.
Understanding their unspoken question, Mu Ye’an replied flatly,
"The person on the other end seems to be looking for a wife. They’ll list a pile of demands, then ask about yours."
The group finally grasped the meaning behind Mu Ye’an’s earlier words. So it was about requirements for a partner—their stares at him grew subtly strange.
Once the call’s purpose was clear, Fang Qingyuan dialed and put it on speaker.
The line connected almost instantly. A voice flowed from the phone—so mesmerizing that the entire group froze.
"Hello? Is this the blind date my mother arranged?"
The youth’s tone was like jade beads striking a plate: crystalline, soothing, yet laced with a husky undercurrent. It felt like a whisper against the ear, an auditory feast.
It was hypnotic.
A voice this enchanting would be one thing under normal circumstances, but this was a dungeon. Here, beauty often masked peril.
None of them could be sure if the entity on the other end was even human.
Fang Qingyuan was the first to react. Before the other party could even make a request, he immediately cut them off.
"Yes, I am."
"I got lost on the way here. Can you come pick me up?"
If they couldn’t find their way out of these woods, then getting someone to fetch them was the best option. The fact that this call went through was clearly a clue.
The voice on the other end of the line paused briefly before responding, avoiding a direct answer. Instead, they repeated, "I have very high standards for my blind date…"
Mu Ye’an hadn’t put the call on speaker, so Fang Qingyuan hadn’t heard the earlier demands. Still, he interrupted again.
"I can meet them. Whatever you said, I’m fine with it."
But the moment he finished speaking, a slow, deliberate reply came through the phone.
"First of all… you have to be a woman."
Fang Qingyuan: "……"
After a few seconds of silence, Fang Qingyuan replied, tone unchanged, "I am a woman."
Ruan Qing: "……"
The other players: "……"
Fang Qingyuan didn’t care what anyone thought. He continued calmly, "I just have a slightly masculine voice, but I’m actually female."
His voice was deep and magnetic—nothing remotely feminine about it—yet he spoke without a hint of hesitation, as if stating an undeniable fact.
On the other end, Ruan Qing’s expression was indescribable. But after glancing at the contact name on his phone—"Blind Date (4)"—he decided not to argue further.
The caller had mentioned being lost, which meant they were likely already within Miao Village’s vicinity. Getting lost only happened near those woods.
More importantly, the person on the phone was probably a player.
After all, Ruan Qing hadn’t even explained the situation yet, and the other party already seemed to know what to say. They must have been with Blind Date (3).
Once Ruan Qing pieced this together, he brought the phone back to his ear. "What’s around you—"
Before he could finish, the phone let out two sharp beeps—then shut off automatically.
Out of battery.
Last night, the original owner of this body had been upset and restless, listening to music on their phone all night. Even though Ruan Qing had entered the game with his own body and phone, the game still loaded the original host’s state.
The battery level had clearly dropped to match the original owner’s.
Seeing this, Ruan Qing immediately threw off the covers and got out of bed, intending to charge the phone and call back.
But the moment he stood up, he was met with multiple pairs of eyes staring through the glass window.
There weren’t just two villagers outside anymore—there were several.
They crowded against the window, their gazes fixed on him, yet their faces were eerily blank. The sight was unsettling, even horrifying.
It was as if… these villagers weren’t alive at all.
Caught off guard, Ruan Qing felt his hair stand on end. His grip on the phone tightened, but his expression betrayed nothing. Instead, he glared at them fiercely.
“What the hell are you looking at? Didn’t anyone teach you manners?”
The original owner had never been close to these villagers. Since childhood, they’d treated him coldly, and over time, he’d grown to despise them in return—so there was no reason for him to be polite now.
Ruan Qing’s tone was sharp and hostile, but instead of angering the villagers, it only seemed to stun them.
The boy was just too beautiful. They’d assumed someone with such a lovely voice would be good-looking, but they hadn’t expected this level of beauty.
It was the kind that made it impossible to stay mad.
It took the villagers a long moment to react. Finally, one of them spoke, his tone strangely off—enough to send a chill down the spine.
“Has your blind date arrived?”
Seems this arch will be very funny
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