Wen Nan felt indignant. Is it just because his Recrafted Soul was drawn from the lottery pool and not obtained through his own skill, that he wouldn’t get any benefits? But, isn’t luck a part of strength too? How come he doesn’t get rewarded for the fragments he obtained through his own ability? Yu Shouling is the Guardian of the Divine Staff Sheath, with unfathomable levels. The Guardians of the Divine Staff Fragment must also be uniquely skilled. In that case, missing out would be such a pity. Just as he was lamenting with a sigh, Yu Shujun mentioned a heart-wrenching fact with an emotionless voice: "Yu Shoushier is the Guardian of your Recrafted Soul." Was that the female corpse that appeared the second time in Yu Shujun’s test space? Who died so cruelly in Yu Shujun’s arms? Wen Nan dismissed the playful expression on his face, attentively observing the other’s face, "How could this happen?" Yu Shujun lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "The strength of the Divine Staff Fragment, and the immense power it represents, is overwhelmingly tempting to the players. "Gold level, and even the nine great legends, will give their all just to get one more piece. "The battle for the fragments has always been . "I clearly knew this long ago, but at that time I was young and arrogant. When Yu Shoushier sought my protection, I boasted that I would keep her safe. "With Carl Milak’s strength, in a one-on-one, he’s definitely not my match. But I underestimated the depravity of the human heart. "He signed a gentleman’s agreement with me, and I thought he’d fight me honorably, but who would’ve known the allure of the fragments would make him blatantly deceive the game’s main god and team up with three other legendary players to ambush me alone. "I was defeated. I’m not afraid to die, but with the Root Breaking Slash, they didn’t dare kill me, forcing me to watch Yu Shoushier die miserably before my eyes." The recollections of the past, Yu Shujun told in fragments, with many backgrounds described very vaguely. Wen Nan didn’t press for details. He understood Yu Shujun’s meaning and was very clear that those past memories deeply hurt Yu Shujun. The other person doesn’t really want to recall those details, only bringing them up because of Wen Nan’s prompting. So, when Yu Shujun stopped, Wen Nan didn’t ask further, just quietly watched his face. Yu Shujun’s thick eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, but the knitted brows and tense lips, along with the gradually clenched fists, still revealed his inner turmoil. Moments later, Yu Shujun spoke again: "Twelve lay in my arms, covered in blood. I held her and repeatedly told her I was sorry... "But what use are apologies, Guardians are not Strategy Characters, Guardians can’t enter the forge. Once they’re gone, they’re gone forever. "If only Twelve could have hit me, cursed me, hurt me before she died, that would have been better. "But she just looked at me, used her last ounce of strength to squeeze out a smile, and told me— "’Xiao Jun, it’s not your fault, don’t be sad, I’m relieved, I’m happy.’" At this point, Yu Shujun looked up again, his eyes reddened, "I rarely sleep afterwards; whenever I do, I dream of Twelve’s blood-streaked smile." Reaching this part, Yu Shujun stopped, his throat choked, unable to continue. Wen Nan watched him and sighed softly. Where there are players, there will be a community, and where there is a community, there will inevitably be struggles. Even in such a game that emphasizes daily romance, it seems it can’t escape this rule. This memory was the one Wen Nan caused him to revisit. Now that the atmosphere had turned cold, he wanted to say a few words of comfort but found himself at a loss for where to start. Say something like Yu Shoushier, saying, Xiao Jun, it’s not your fault? Such a statement would only make the other feel more guilty. Wen Nan suddenly became tongue-tied, thinking for a long time yet not knowing what to say to break the current stalemate. Watching Wen Nan’s demeanor, Yu Shujun unexpectedly let out a small laugh. Wen Nan looked up to see the other’s lips curve upwards, the corners of his red eyes curving downwards into a crescent shape, "Why put on that expression? Is the renowned Boss Ye, who claims no trouble can’t be solved with a bang, also feeling at a loss?" Wen Nan stared blankly at Yu Shujun’s smiling face, without responding. Yu Shujun continued, "This has nothing to do with you. You wouldn’t be trying to take on this kind of responsibility yourself just because of a control pattern, would you, Master?" Wen Nan didn’t answer the teasing question, only saying softly, "You look better when you smile." Most of the time, the little servant was in a rebellious phase, not showing much good humor towards him. Wen Nan rarely saw Yu Shujun smile at him , and couldn’t help but follow the curvature of the other’s lips, smiling along. Yu Shujun’s smile faded, uneasily lowering his eyes, his heart racing, two blushes spreading from his cheeks down to his neck. Wen Nan had always known his little servant wasn’t fond of being teased; now he was satisfied to see the other’s flustered state and was just about to take advantage of the moment to say a few more words. But Yu Shujun suddenly changed the subject, saying, "Earlier, about the ordeal in the trial map, I’m sorry." Wen Nan’s smile stiffened, then he chuckled and shook his head, "Why bring that up all of a sudden?"