Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters! Chapter 4 - 3 Is this the power of a woman?

The extraordinarily high-quality interactive system left Wang Hao imnsely satisfied, and he was extraordinarily happy, having finally found the fun in playing gas. "I don't want what you think, I want what I think," that is—freedom!

Many gas nowadays are just like going to work, where you have to log in at a set ti every day to do tasks, collect energy, and fight bosses, and missing one step ans slowly falling behind the main group.

How should I put it... Wang Hao really wasn't interested in giving himself another job.

So, he gradually preferred single-player gas.

After enjoying himself for about two hours and through so exploration, he finally rembered the main mission.

Trying to force his way into the building with brute strength was utterly unfeasible, whether it was through a side door or a back door, there was no chance.

The security guards on the periter would use batons, their combat skills were diocre, just the type that muddles through the days.

But the combat ability of the n in black was substantially higher, and they would start shooting upon their appearance, even the human with top-tier physique couldn't resist the bullets, let alone dodge them.

The only way was to steal an "invitation"!

There were no photos on the invitations.

6 minutes after the ga started, a Lamborghini would drive into the west side of the parking lot.

At the mont the Lamborghini door opened, he struck the rich old man with a sap, and the invitation silently ca into his possession.

This was also the result of two hours of exploration.

"Dear mber, Mr. Will Smith, we sincerely invite you to participate in this year's Jiade Auction, on the year 2022... 101st floor..."

The invitation detailed the exact ti and address.

Holding the invitation, he arrived at the front door.

Wang Hao was full of confidence, this was undoubtedly the closest he had co to success.

"Are you... Mr. Smith?" the mustached security personnel, his arch-enemy, looked at the invitation and hesitated to ask.

"My father is unwell today, I am attending on his behalf," Xiao Hei answered indifferently.

"You are Mr. Smith's son?"

"Of course!"

Wang Hao grew nervous, you can't possibly know what Mr. Smith's son looks like, can you?

Impossibile to recognize!

But damn it, the mustached man beca more and more suspicious, scrutinizing him over and over.

This arch-enemy actually started dialing the phone number on the invitation, attempting to confirm with its owner!

"Beep—beep—"

Watching as things were about to blow up again, an enraged Wang Hao picked up his only weapon, the C-9, and sprayed blazing flas at the opponent!

"Die!"

Amidst the mustached man's piercing screams, a group of n in black quickly approached, and he imdiately exited the ga.

As long as I quit fast enough, the bullets can't catch up to !

...

...

Removing his helt and returning to the real world, he took a deep breath, his fingers slightly sore from long-term ga controller handling.

Hey, this lawless ga is so much fun!

[Remaining ga ti: 9 hours, 19 minutes, and 06 seconds.]

I should be able to clear the ga tonight.

The sun had long set, and the room was pitch black, so he turned on the light and drew the curtains.

Looking at the ti, it was already 8:32 PM, and he had unwittingly played the ga for three hours, feeling his empty stomach, he quickly ran to the kitchen to cook instant noodles.

From this mont on, his identity had changed—

A hardcore player.

No, a gourt.

When it ca to food, Wang Hao was a bit picky; on normal days, he would cook by himself.

But today, he was really in a rush.

He cooked a pack of instant noodles, added two eggs, so vegetables, and a portion of purchased braised beef, and just like that, a true gourt al was ready.

As he ate his noodles, his mind was constantly thinking about how to clear the level—as a hardcore player, the ga had been really exhilarating, but not being able to even enter the building was just...

It shouldn't be like this!

I'd even robbed an invitation.

Why did that "arch-nesis" of a little mustachioed security guard still recognize Lei?

No matter what strategy I used, the little mustachioed guard would discover it.

It always felt like sothing was off, like I was missing sothing...

Wang Hao frowned, deep in ditation.

After a bowl of instant noodles, he once again regained his energy.

...

He hurriedly finished his dinner, then put on his helt once again and entered the familiar character selection interface.

He looked at the muscular figure of "Little Black."

His dark face shone like a glossy piece of coal; his thick lips resembled those of a cow; the silver small hoop earrings hanging from his ears looked like the rings on a cow's nose...

He glanced at the neighboring selectable character—the "Blonde Beauty" also known as "Little White."

Her smooth skin was like delicate white jade, her legs were proportionately straight in her exquisite and elegant high heels, and she even carried a small purse on her shoulder, outlining a curve that drove n wild.

Such deanor, such elegance!

He suddenly had a realization!

"It's not that I played poorly, but... Little Black, you really don't look like a multimillionaire, not at all."

"No wonder they won't let you in. Because you look like a player who hasn't spent a penny. Look at your outfit, look at your appearance. In that domain, they'd definitely doubt you."

Wang Hao's eyelids twitched a few tis, increasingly believing his conjecture was correct.

This ga definitely wasn't made by Arica Company, otherwise, just the accusation of "discrimination" alone would be enough to bankrupt the ga company.

But how could it be so realistic? In reality, Little Black... you wouldn't be able to enter places like that either, would you?

This ti, he decisively chose the Blonde Beauty "Little White" to enter the ga, and to verify so suspicions in his mind, he even made slight adjustnts to the beauty's figure, making her look even more alluring.

Let Little White et the "arch-nesis"—the little mustachioed security guard.

It was still that familiar alley, still that familiar vagrant.

Before the dog even managed to pick up the dirty advertisent board, the vagrant sat up on his own, spirited and vaguely looking towards "Little White," while tucking away the "WILL WORK 4 BONES" sign under his behind.

"emm... Is this the power of a woman?"

Wang Hao clearly rembered, Little Black had passed by the vagrant dozens of tis, and this guy would just indifferently lie there motionless, with only the dog making a few moves.

But this ti, he actually cared about his image...

[Gender: Female][Physique: Well-trained][Fighting: Well-trained][Shooting: Well-trained]

[Equipnt, High Heels: Movent speed decreased by 40%. Charm increased.]

The character's attributes were far worse than Little Black's.

But he had unprecedented confidence.

Walking past the vagrant in her high heels, "clack, clack, clack."

As if sensing the fragrance of a woman, the vagrant's face showed a rapturous expression, sneakily glancing at "Little White's" delicate calves, and swallowed his saliva.

Then he went to the parking lot, knocked out the owner of the Lamborghini, and successfully obtained an important prop—a single "invitation."