I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1279: The Man with a Knife

"Oh? Why is that? This job pays much more than your current one!" The same smile appeared, but now it felt different in your eyes.

"You’re right. This job is simple, but I despise the feeling of idleness. I’d rather wash dishes or work as a janitor than stand like a wooden stick in front of someone else’s gate," you said coldly.

"But you should know that this is a cushy job. You only need to stand for an hour a day, and you’ll earn Four Hundred Galactic dollars for that hour. The rest of your time is entirely yours..."

"I decline," you interrupted the middle-aged man.

"Mu Yun, I need to tell you, you have no choice. I’ve already replaced your original position at the restaurant, and all jobs at our school this year have been arranged. This is the only spot left for you—there are tens of thousands of people waiting in line behind you." The middle-aged man’s expression began to change.

"Thank you, Vice Principal Su. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave." You turned and walked away.

"Wait!"

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"Mu Yun! I warn you, don’t think just because you’re Ling Tianhao’s grandson I won’t touch you! Precisely because you’re Ling Tianhao’s grandson, now eighty percent of the school considers you their enemy!"

Slowly, you turned your head back and smiled—a smile filled with confidence. You licked your lips and spoke in a bold, fearless tone, "Come on, I’m ready for them."

After saying that, you turned and left.

"Bastard! Remember this—I won’t let you have it easy!" Behind you came Su Qiyang’s exasperated voice.

You suddenly realized this was the first time you’d learned Grandpa En’s name in this game world—Ling Tianhao. Hm, honestly? Li Mancang sounds more pleasant.

Indeed, that rustic feeling is what truly resonates.

You didn’t go home but instead walked alone along a sparsely traveled path.

The wind brushed against you as your thoughts grew chaotic.

Su Qiyang’s behavior had already sounded the alarm for you. You finally understood why Grandpa En sent you here—not because there were acquaintances, but because everyone here is an enemy!

Suddenly, you discovered that the methods of Grandpa En and Mother En were remarkably similar: cultivating amidst danger!

Placing a child in the most perilous situations, requiring them to rely entirely on their own abilities to grow. Only in this way could they fully unlock their potential and, through constant challenges, grow stronger—stronger!

Time slipped away amidst people’s laughter and dreams. In the blink of an eye, a month had gone by.

Across the vast Cissirya Prairie, a group of adventurers was gradually searching for their target. They were the first officially registered adventure team in the game, and each of their members held a position within the top twenty of the "Heavenly Rankings." Within just over two weeks, their exceptional 100% quest completion rate had earned them fame across the player world.

"Brother Dongfang, where do you think the King of Gray Wolves is? We’ve been looking for days but still can’t find it." The speaker was a petite, adorable girl with a voice as sweet as honey.

"It should be nearby. The intel can’t be wrong; we’ve just hit too many dead ends these past few days," replied a tall, striking man whose appearance rivaled Pan An’s. He walked at the front of the group, evidently the leader.

As he walked, he occasionally glanced back at a beautifully dressed woman trailing behind him.

"Awooo—" A chilling and piercing wolf howl suddenly rang out from afar.

"That’s the Wolf King summoning its pack. Someone encountered the Wolf King before us!" A gleam flashed in the man’s eyes as he turned to instruct the group behind him, "Everyone stay alert. This is the area where wolves are most active. When the Wolf King calls, it may gather all the wolves nearby. While we don’t fear gray wolves, their sheer number might cause injuries."

"Sir, rest assured—we’re all experts on the Heavenly Rankings. Such trivial wolves won’t pose a threat," a burly man declared loudly.

"Regardless, be cautious. All of you are my most trusted family and friends, and I won’t let anything happen to you." His gaze momentarily settled on the ethereal, fairy-like beauty trailing behind. She lightly nodded in response, her serene face adorned with a gentle, water-like smile.

"Alright, prepare for battle!" The group unsheathed their weapons and surged forward toward the source of the sound with an imposing air.

Getting closer!

They soon spotted a tall figure standing proudly in a clearing not far ahead. The man held a long knife stained with fresh blood, surrounded by a massive group of gray wolves, each twice the size of ordinary wild ones. He stood slightly bent, his long black hair flowing in the wind. His coarse cloth clothes were tattered, thick blood fusing his skin and fabric into one, immovable by the breeze.

The celestial beauty visibly paused upon seeing his figure; her previously tranquil face unconsciously softened into a warm smile.

The man faced off against an even larger gray wolf. This wolf’s fur was darker than others, with a tuft of white on its forehead, and its deep-set eyes radiated a chilling glare. Normally, it would stand proudly over the prairie, but now its body was taut like a drawn bowstring, its massive frame covered in wounds. Its fiery, hate-filled gaze was fixed on the man before it, yearning to devour him whole.

The surrounding wolf pack formed a perimeter, growling lowly. Beyond them lay heaps of wolf corpses, and injured wolves could be seen dragging carcasses away from the circle.

"Roar!" With the Wolf King’s commanding howl, the surrounding wolves launched their assault on the knife-wielding man.

"Brother Dongfang, that person is in real danger—let’s quickly help him!" A crisp voice broke the silence.

"Wait a moment. Let’s observe the situation first," the man halted the girl’s impulsive action and led the team to a standstill.

"Such speed—who exactly is that?" a rogue donning a black cape wondered aloud.

"Doesn’t seem to be anyone from the Heavenly Rankings. No one on the rankings uses that kind of knife, and certainly not while wearing cloth clothes," another swordsman added.

"Only newbies wear cloth clothes, right? Could he be a master who’s intentionally kept off the Heavenly Rankings?"

"Impossible. Current players can’t possibly be that strong—he must be an NPC." The rogue speculated.