PAID

Around midnight, the memory stone delivered a message, announcing that the next meeting would start at 8:00 the following morning. Players were free to either rest or continue completing tasks until then.

Leon lay on the bed in his room, one arm tucked behind his head, idly tossing the memory stone in his other hand.

He couldn't sleep.

The reason was simple—this was his first time participating in such an immersive and novel game, and even Leon couldn't help feeling a little excited. It was normal to be restless.@@novelbin@@

However, he also didn't feel like venturing out to complete tasks in the middle of the night.

With 72 hours allotted for the game, resting for six to seven hours wouldn’t be a problem.

“By tomorrow's 8 a.m. meeting, that dragon queen will definitely launch a full-scale attack to get everyone to vote me out,” Leon thought.

He knew Rosvisser well enough to be certain she was capable of such a move.

As Isha had mentioned earlier, Rosvisser’s motives likely weren’t complex or strategic—she just enjoyed making life difficult for Leon.

She would never pass up an opportunity to cause him trouble.

If she managed to eliminate Leon early in the game, it would be a feat she could boast about for an entire year.

Leon would spend the next year enduring her proud retelling of, *“I, Rosvisser Melkvey, defeated the strongest dragon slayer at the start. How impressive is that?”*

To avoid getting "killed" by Rosvisser right at the beginning, Leon needed to come up with a solid plan for tomorrow’s meeting.

Lost in thought, time passed until it was the early hours of the morning.

Leon was still lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and mentally rehearsing his speeches and strategies for the meeting.

Suddenly, he heard the lock on the door turn.

Leon tensed, lifting his head slightly to glance at the entrance.