The system chuckled, "Of course the task isn't mandatory. You can choose to do it or give it up, Host. But if you give up, you'll be wiping your butt with leaves from now on~"
Luna Sutton immediately choked, pushing back irritably, "Who says I have to use leaves? Can't I just wash with water? And, once I find some straw, I can make my own toilet paper. Why would I ever run out of paper?"
Suddenly, something struck her as odd: "Wait? I remember you said the task deadline was a month at first, how did it become seven days?"
"Did I? Must be your memory acting up. The deadline has always been seven days."
The system coughed awkwardly, voice tinged with guilt, trying to cover it up.
She frowned deeply—did she remember wrong? Why does it feel like she's being scammed by the system?
This damn system probably wants to push her and Corbin Crowley together and is purposely tricking her, right?
Still, whether it was a month or seven days, she honestly couldn't remember clearly.
