I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1259: Having Such an Enemy Should Be a Reason to Celebrate

Chapter 1259: Chapter 1259: Having Such an Enemy Should Be a Reason to Celebrate

That dagger was from Zhao’er; you always thought it was the only connection between the two of you.

"Sorry, due to your prolonged inactivity, the system will forcibly log you out. Thank you for supporting this game. Goodbye."

Another flash of light. This time, you find yourself sitting on the rickety chair at Grandpa’s house.

"Little Yunyun, what’s the matter?" Grandpa’s thin, dry hand gently brushes against your forlorn face.

"Grandpa, I can’t go back. I really can’t go back." You fling the game glasses aside, sitting down in front of the old man. "Grandpa, I don’t know what to do now... I used to think I could break the mold, defy the rules, and carve out a world of my own no matter where I was. But now... I’ve lost."

The old man lets out a long sigh. He cups your face with both hands, saying, "Little Yunyun, have you ever thought about what it truly means to live?"

You freeze in place. Before meeting Zhao’er, you were just an ordinary Dios—where would you have pondered philosophical questions about life? After meeting Zhao’er, you’d never had a moment of peace.

Now, faced with the question of what it means to live, you’re left in silence, shaking your head.

"Before Grandpa was born, my father had already passed away. My mother raised me all on her own. When I was very young, I already knew one thing: my life wouldn’t be long."

You pause abruptly, as if sensing something.

"But I was never upset or heartbroken because of this. Instead, I lived with more effort than my peers. At thirteen, Grandpa walked out of the mountains and reached the vast plains. At that time, Grandpa met a girl. She was a spoiled young lady—arrogant, always ordering people around, as if the whole world revolved around her. But Grandpa had his own temper; I refused to comply with her, always doing the opposite of what she wanted. People’s minds are strange—sometimes the more you dislike someone, the more you care about them."

You nod repeatedly. After all, didn’t you feel the same about the Crazy Woman? At first, you didn’t even realize how much you adored Tau Yan.

"Later, we fell in love."

Upon hearing this, you laugh—it’s the classic case of the toad eating the swan’s meat.

"But soon after, we were separated. Grandpa went to war. When planes roared overhead and bombs exploded near me, all I could think of was her."

Your mouth slightly opens as you freeze in place, realizing something seemingly impossible.

"Later on, near the end of the war, Grandpa deliberately infiltrated alone, killed an entire enemy platoon, and was carried back on a stretcher as a war hero. After that..."

"Grandpa!"

You suddenly kneel in front of the old man.

"Grandpa, is it really you?!"

He smiles, as he always does, reaching out to gently pat your head.

"Little Yunyun, remember this: no matter what, never lose faith in yourself. Always believe—you damn well are the best!"

"Mm!"

You choke up, unable to say a word for a long time, only nodding vigorously: "Mm!"

You never expected your own grandfather to appear in this game.

This proves that whoever manipulates the game knows your identity inside and out—and deeply understands your weaknesses. Such an enemy is truly terrifying!

Grandpa seems to sense what you’re thinking and laughs: "Know yourself and your enemy, and you’ll always come out on top. Facing such an adversary, you should feel glad."

"Right!"

Seeing your renewed confidence, Grandpa smiles: "Good, now that’s the spirit of the old Li family! Child, before I leave, I’ve left three gifts for you. The first is those game glasses. The second is the admission letter to Asia University—someone will come to pick you up in three months. As for the third—it’s a secret. You’ll find out in time."

You nod seriously.

"Little Yunyun, when you get back, apologize to me and Mother En. I left too hastily back then, there were things I didn’t have time to say."

"Grandpa, why did you appear here, and why must you leave?"

Grandpa grins faintly, a playful glint suddenly flashing across his kind face: "Some things lose their meaning if you explain them too much."

"Then will I... ever see you again?"

Grandpa smiles faintly: "If Mother En finds out I’ve appeared in the game, I’ll never get a single moment of peace in the future."

With that, Grandpa slowly closes his eyes. The light of his life gradually dims, leaving this world with a faint smile on his face.

You know, Grandpa hasn’t truly disappeared. He must exist in some form in this game world—you’re just not sure how yet. Anyway, this is Mother En’s business; when you get back, you’ll tell her, and she’ll take care of it.

Once everything falls silent, you sit dazedly on the ground. You remain like this until the morning of the next day...

Time flies. Two months pass by in a blink. During these two months, you familiarize yourself with your surroundings and read extensively about law, learning various things about the game "Arrogance." Now you’ve mostly grasped the game’s mechanics and understand the rocky road ahead—but you refuse to back down. That’s how you’ve always been, and that’s how you remain.

At this moment, you sit in a comfortable chair and take out your cherished game glasses from their box, putting them on again.

"Welcome to the world of ’Arrogance.’ Here, you will embark on a new life." It’s that refined woman’s voice again. "You haven’t created your own account yet. Would you like to create a character based on your physical traits?"

You nod lightly and reply: "Alright."

Suddenly, a person dressed in exotic attire who looks exactly like you appears in front of you. That gentle voice speaks again: "Would you like to change your name, adjust your age, or modify your physique?"

"Call me Mu Yun. Age twenty, height six feet tall. Thanks."

With that, a strikingly handsome version of yourself promptly appears before you. Looking at this dashing man, you shake your head and say: "Can you tone down the looks? It’s too dazzling."

You say this flamboyantly.

"Sure, but we can only reduce the attractiveness by ten percent."

"Fine, let’s reduce it by ten percent."

At that moment, two buttons materialize in front of you: "Adjustments complete. Please confirm."

Finding yourself now less stunning, you actually appear more approachable. Satisfied, you nod and say with the same tone: "Alright, let’s dive into the game."