48 Hours a Day

Chapter 1190: Room 302

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Loki looked a little disheveled.

Although his four severed fingers had grown back, they still looked a little different from the original one on his other hand. His skin color and size were similar to that of a newborn.

The blood flow on the spot where Zhang Heng had cut his chest had also stopped long ago. The [Hidden Scabbard's] non-healing attribute seemed to have no effect on him. However, if one looked closely, one would see that his wound had not completely healed, but it had become so small blood could no longer flow out. There was also a small wound on his severed finger. As for the gunshot wound on his abdomen, it had already recovered.

Loki looked like a middle-aged man who had just been retrenched by the company. He was walking home with a sad face, sighing, and seemed to be having a headache about how to face his wife and children who were waiting for him to get off work.

He deliberately slowed down and dawdled for a while, stopping in front of a clothing store for a moment. After changing into a new coat, he continued on his way.

During this time, he heard the sound of a helicopter flying over his head. He looked up at the plane flying out of the city and made a shooting gesture. After entertaining himself for a while, his mood seemed to have improved. He regained his brisk pace, hummed a little tune, and hopped forward. Finally, he arrived in front of an apartment building.

Like the other apartments in the city, there was nothing special about this one. Because of the evacuation, it also looked deserted.

Loki also met a cat downstairs. Unlike the stray cats that the players had encountered before, which had been exposed to radiation and had become deformed and skinny due to lack of food, this one looked very beautiful and leisurely. Its fur was shiny, its body round. It licked its paws as it squatted beside the flower bed.

Loki walked to the cat's side. He squatted down and scratched the cat's chin. The cat also showed a comfortable expression. At the same time, its body began to change. It was as if it was made up of cubes. If a player nearby saw this scene, they would probably gasp in shock, because this cat looked exactly like the one in Minecraft.

Loki also clicked his tongue. He left a can of fish for the cat that had become a cube, then got up and continued walking forward.

At the gate, he met another man dressed like a mercenary. He was not the kind of mercenary who was active in local wars to make money for the warlords, but instead, a mercenary dressed in medieval attire in the world of swords and magic.

He wore a set of chainmail and carried two swords on his back. One was made of steel and the other was made of silver. The long scar on his left eye showed that he had rich combat experience, but none of those were as eye-catching as his golden pupils and white hair.

When Loki saw the white-haired man, he sighed. "He said I didn't follow the rules. Didn't he go even further? He even made Wizard."

The white-haired man across from him also spoke, his deep, husky voice full of masculinity. "You look terrible. Your day didn't go well. Why? Did you quarrel with your girlfriend?"

"Typical Geralt humor." Loki shrugged. "But I have a good relationship with my wife and lover. Thanks to your boss, I was almost killed."

"So you came here to get back at me?" the white-haired man said as he placed his hand on the hilt of the silver sword behind him.

"Relax, demon hunter," Loki said. "I just came here to greet the creator of this world and offer my humble respects."

"I can smell conspiracy and intrigue from you from ten miles away. You'd better be as honest as you say, evil god. Otherwise, the sword in my hand is for you," the white-haired man said coldly, but after staring at Loki for half a second, he still moved away.

"Thank you so much," Loki said politely. As he passed by the white-haired man, he whispered into the man's ear, "If you ever get tired of all this and the feeling of being controlled by someone, you can come to me if you want to change your job."

"Stop your devil's whispers. I've been through the trials of the grass, and my will is firm," the white-haired man replied.

Loki did not mind. He glanced behind him again. There seemed to be a hooded figure hiding in the shadows. Loki waved at the man, but seeing that the man did not respond, he was not angry. He strode forward, he continued to walk upstairs.

He climbed up to the third floor and finally stopped in front of Room 302. He knocked on the door, but there was no response.

"I'm coming in," Loki said with a smile, then pushed open the unlocked door.

After all the residents of the city had left by car, no one had expected that there would be a ten-year-old boy in Room 302. His parents should have left with the convoy and there were also traces of them rummaging around the house before they left.

However, the careless couple had forgotten to take their child with them, leaving the latter alone in the abandoned city. God knew how he had come here all this way by himself.

However, when he was discovered by Loki, he did not cry. He was much quieter than the average child, sitting on the floor with his back facing the door.

Loki seemed to be worried that he would scare the little boy. He quietly walked behind him and saw the little boy playing go with him. One hand was holding a white chess piece while the other was holding a black chess piece. They were having a great time killing each other on the chessboard.

The abandoned little boy seemed to have completely immersed himself in the game of go. Even when rocky walked behind him, he did not notice it until rocky coughed twice and said, "I'm just curious. If you win in the end, do you lose or win?"

"To me, winning or losing is far less enjoyable than playing chess." The little boy looked at the bottom right corner of the chessboard, where the black-and-white chess fight was most intense. He answered casually when he heard Loki's question, his voice filled with childlike innocence.

"It seems we still have some similarities." Loki licked his face to get closer to him.

Unexpectedly, the little boy shook his head and said, "No, you and I are two different kinds of people. I respect the rules of the game, because in most cases, you can only have the most fun playing under the rules. This is also the reason why rules exist.. They are not only a constraint, but also a source of fun."