Villain Ch 220. Netplik And Chill
“I agree with that,” Vivian responded, her voice tinged with concern. “With the player base growing rapidly, the chances of encountering other players in the fields will increase. If we’re not careful, they will ambush us or be outnumbered in battles.”
Allen nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “I noticed the same thing this morning when I was completing the daily quest,” he chimed in. “There were so many new players around, and even when I ventured into the underwater and underground dungeons, they were already packed with players. The same goes for Ront and Ilude. Yesterday’s event definitely succeeded in attracting a wave of new players to the game.”
The once-empty fields and dungeons would soon become overcrowded. It seemed that even during the morning hours when he expected fewer players, the influx of newcomers proved otherwise. He had a feeling that as the day progressed and more players logged in, the situation would only worsen. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if the game developers organized impromptu events to entice low-level players to less crowded areas, further intensifying the competition.
The thought of potential ambushes during boss hunting made Allen realize the urgency of their situation. The surge in players joining the game meant that more players would be seeking out quieter hunting grounds to avoid overcrowded areas. It was not uncommon for players to venture into fields with higher-level monsters, as long as they formed parties or guilds to take them down. So, if they encountered other players during their boss hunt, it could easily turn into a dangerous situation.
“Well, I guess it’s a new level of excitement for them,” Vivian remarked, acknowledging the thrill.
The waiter, with a smile on his face, interrupted their conversation and presented the bill. “Your bill, sir,” he politely offered, extending his hand holding the small slip of paper. 𝐞𝐨𝘃𝐞𝐥.
Allen took the bill, his eyes scanning the numbers to ensure that their orders were accurately accounted for.
Vivian, curious about the cost, asked, “How much should I pay?”
Allen, feeling grateful for the enjoyable company and the opportunity to try his hand at modeling, replied with a warm smile, “Well, it’s on me. Consider it a token of appreciation for giving me the chance to explore my modeling skills.” He reached into his wallet, retrieved the necessary amount, and handed it over to the waiter, who promptly thanked him and walked away.
Vivian expressed her gratitude, “Thank you, Allen. That’s very kind of you.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied, his eyes reflecting genuine sincerity.
After slipping the tip, Allen and Vivian exited the restaurant, their minds still buzzing with the lively conversation they had shared. As they stepped out onto the bustling street, Allen’s eyes briefly scanned the area until they settled on his motorcycle parked nearby.
With a swift movement, Allen unlocked the motorcycle and swung his leg over the seat, gesturing for Vivian to join him. She eagerly obliged, gracefully sliding onto the back, her hands finding a secure grip on his waist.
Engines roared to life as Allen revved the motorcycle. With a confident twist of the throttle, they smoothly merged into the flow of traffic, seamlessly navigating through the bustling city streets.
Once they arrived at the entrance of Vivian’s apartment building, Vivian gracefully dismounted the motorcycle. She unclasped the helmet from her head, her hair slightly tousled from the wind, and handed it to Allen with gratitude in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice carrying a sense of genuine appreciation for the ride and the shared moments they had experienced.
Allen smiled warmly, acknowledging her gratitude.
As Vivian took a step toward her apartment building, a sudden thought crossed her mind, causing her to pause. She turned back to face Allen, her expression a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity.
“Allen…” she called out, her voice soft yet filled with a lingering question.
“Hm?” Allen turned towards her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of what she wanted to say. His curiosity was piqued, and he waited attentively for her to continue.
Vivian’s invitation hung in the air, and Allen couldn’t help but be intrigued by her proposition. He found her nervousness endearing, and her attempt to clarify her intentions brought a smile to his face.
“Next time… do you want to drop by my place for tea?” Vivian asked, her voice filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She quickly corrected herself, realizing that the term “drop by for tea” might sound a bit old-fashioned in today’s context.
“Or maybe… maybe we can hang out once in a while? Like go to a movie or maybe Netplik and chill?” Vivian amended her invitation, trying to modernize her suggestion. She hoped to convey a sense of casualness and openness in their future interactions.
Allen chuckled, his eyes lighting up with amusement. He appreciated Vivian’s effort to clarify her intentions, especially considering the contemporary connotation associated with the phrase “Netplik and chill.”
“Is it literary Netplik and chill or something else?” Allen playfully teased, raising an eyebrow and giving her a mischievous grin.
Vivian blushed, realizing the double entendre that her words could imply. “It’s literary Netplik and chill,” she quickly clarified, her cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment. She didn’t want to give the wrong impression. “I mean, we could invite the others,” she added hurriedly.
“So, it’s not a date?” Allen said, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he watched Vivian’s reaction.
Vivian’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of the word “date.” Her excitement bubbled up within her, and without thinking, she blurted out, “A date would be better!” Her cheeks flushed as she realized the eagerness in her voice, and she pressed her lips together, trying to contain her enthusiasm.
Allen chuckled once more, thoroughly enjoying Vivian’s response. He found her candidness endearing, and her genuine excitement was contagious. “Sure,” he replied, his tone calm and collected. “Just tell me when you’re free, and we can plan something.”
Vivian beamed with delight at his response. “Okay,” she said happily, her voice filled with anticipation. She couldn’t wait for their next encounter, eager to spend more time getting to know Allen outside of the gaming world.
“Bye,” Allen bid her farewell, his smile lingering on his lips as he waved his hand in a casual gesture. He started his motorcycle’s engine once again, the sound filling the air, and with a final nod, he smoothly glided down the street, leaving Vivian standing at the entrance of her apartment building.
Vivian stood at the entrance of her apartment building, her gaze fixed on the spot where Allen had vanished into the distance. A mix of emotions flooded through her, making her heart pound violently against her chest. A pleased smile tugged at the corners of her lips, unable to contain her excitement.
“Oh my God,” she whispered to herself, unable to contain her joy. “He’s more than perfect.”
Vivian’s mind swirled with thoughts of their conversation, replaying their exchange in her head. She couldn’t help but admire the qualities she had discovered in Allen. Not only was he a skilled gamer, but he possessed a rare sensitivity and emotional intelligence that intrigued her. He seemed to have a level of self-control and understanding that she found incredibly attractive.
“He can cook,” she mused, a dreamy expression gracing her face. “And he’s sensible. He knows how to handle his emotions.”
The more Vivian learned about Allen, the more captivated she became. She found herself drawn to his unique blend of talents and traits, and each revelation only deepened her curiosity. Her feelings for him were growing, and she couldn’t deny the growing connection between them.
At that moment, Vivian knew one thing for certain: letting Allen slip away was simply not an option.
Note: It’s not a typo, I’m avoiding copyright.