How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

Chapter 283: Trial 4



"Well, this is surprising," she said, leaning back with a faint smirk, though the frustration in her eyes was hard to miss.

"What about it is surprising?"

"Well, of course... me losing to you, that is."

On the screen in front of us, the results were clear: a bold lineup of placements that left no room for dispute.

We'd only been gaming for about half an hour, yet it was evident who the real winner was. After multiple rematches, the scoreboard glared at her, mocking her with its brutal honesty. "With that, it's 3-0 in favor of you," she continued, her tone light but edged with annoyance. "And here I thought you'd be shitty at everything you do. But I guess even you have your own set of talents, huh?"

"I wouldn't call this a talent,"

Honestly, I was the one who was surprised-just not in the way she might have thought.

She was so bad at the game that I couldn't help but wonder why she'd challenged me in the first place.

I had always thought of her as someone exceptional, the type of person who excelled at everything she did.

But seeing her struggle through the game with movements as awkward as a novice's, it felt like I was playing against the most inexperienced of noobs.

Sure, it could've been her first time with this particular game, but something about that didn't add up.

My suspicions deepened when I caught a glimpse of her playtime: 40 hours logged before today.

Forty hours.

It didn't make sense.