The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

Looking at the woman in the pink bodycon skirt in front of him, Irving furrowed his brows.

He had originally thought that the player trading the tracking crystals with him in the game was a man. He hadn't expected it to be the beautiful woman standing before him.

"What's the matter? I came all this way to trade with you, and you won't even let me in?" The woman in the pink bodycon skirt smiled, a hint of amusement glimmering beneath her long eyelashes.

Irving nodded, not overthinking it. After all, their voices had been specially processed during their conversation. What concerned him most now were those tracking crystals—twenty in total.

If those tracking crystals fell into the hands of the guilds hunting him, his identity might be exposed even before the apocalypse arrived, and that would be a huge problem.

"Come in." Irving said as he stepped aside to let her in. He glanced outside the villa out of habit and, seeing nothing unusual, relaxed.

Soon, they walked through the garden outside the villa and headed toward the living room.

The woman in the pink bodycon skirt glanced around, a hint of a smile in her eyes. "The view from this villa is really nice. Do you live here alone?"

"Yes." Irving replied.

"No wonder..." The smile on the woman's face deepened. When her eyes returned to Irving, they were filled with playful flirtation. "No wonder you spent so much money on those tracking crystals. Let me guess... are you from a powerful family, or do you have some kind of special background?"

By this time, they had reached the living room.

"Which family I'm from or what background I have shouldn't really matter to you, should it?" Irving said as he sat on the sofa, his deep-set eyes scrutinizing the woman in the pink bodycon skirt in front of him.

He had to admit, the woman had an impressive figure—long, slender legs and a particularly prominent chest that seemed to bounce with every step she took, almost as if it might burst out at any moment.

"Do you like it?" The woman in the pink bodycon skirt seemed to notice his gaze and, instead of being offended, she sat down right next to him.

A faint perfume wafted over, making the atmosphere in the villa suddenly feel a bit warmer.

"Did you bring the items?" Irving asked, his eyes fixed on the branded handbag slung over the woman's shoulder, searching for the tracking crystals' location.

"You're in such a hurry to get those tracking crystals? I came all this way, can't I at least have a drink first?" The woman in the pink bodycon skirt said coquettishly.

Irving was speechless, but since she was already here, there was no issue.

He got up and opened the small fridge next to him, ready to take out a bottle of mineral water. But just then, the woman in the pink bodycon skirt stepped forward and bent down before him.

"I want this." she said, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the lower shelf of the fridge.

This seemingly casual movement brought her ample, soft chest into Irving's full view. Her long legs were pressed tightly together, and her round hips were raised high, exuding a sense of seduction.

Any man with normal functioning senses would find himself struggling to keep his composure in this situation.

This secluded suburban villa was entirely deserted. No one would witness anything that happened by the pool.

However, the woman in the pink bodycon skirt didn't notice that, while she was fetching a bottle of wine from the fridge, a barely perceptible red gleam flickered in Irving's eyes.

"You should hurry and take out those tracking crystals. I've already got the money ready." Irving said with a faint smile. He continued, "By the way, where did you manage to get so many tracking crystals?"

"How about you have a few drinks with me first? We can talk after that." the woman in the pink bodycon skirt said with a smile, as she retrieved two wine glasses.

"Alright..." Irving nodded.

In the next moment.

The woman expertly opened a bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses, handing one to Irving.

"Cheers!" she said, her beautiful eyes forming crescent moons as she gazed intently at Irving, her expression full of seductive intent.

It was as if something was about to happen at any moment.

But Irving didn't drink. He simply sat there quietly, a slight frown on his face, as if lost in thought.

Seeing this, the smile faded from the woman's face. She set down her glass, her expression turning displeased. "You're really boring, you know that? Can't you understand what I mean?"

"What do you mean?" Irving asked, genuinely puzzled. "Weren't we here to make a deal? You've had your drink, I've got the money ready. So it's time to hand over those things, isn't it?"

The woman in the pink bodycon skirt leaned closer to Irving, their bodies touching, a warm sensation spreading through the contact.

Her exquisitely made-up face took on a troubled look as she slowly said, "You live alone in such a big villa, you're rich, young, and handsome. A man like you must have many women pursuing you, right?"

"I think you do understand me, but you just don't like me, right?"

"Don't worry, the tracking crystals are in my bag. But I've changed my mind. If you become my boyfriend, not only will I give you all the tracking crystals, I'll also tell you where I got them from..."

As she spoke, the woman in the pink bodycon skirt moved even closer, pressing her ample chest against Irving's body. The peculiar and special sensation was something no man could easily resist.

"Really?" Irving seemed a bit tempted.

Not only could he get those twenty tracking crystals for free, but he could also enjoy the company of this beautiful and sexy woman. It was like hitting the jackpot.

"Try me first, I promise my skills will satisfy you." she said, straddling Irving and wrapping her long, shapely legs around his waist.

At this moment, any man would succumb to such intimate temptation.

As the passionate encounter was about to unfold in this deserted suburban villa, Irving sat passively on the sofa, seemingly waiting for the woman in the pink bodycon skirt to launch her seductive offensive.

Upon the next blink of an eye.

A chilly gleam flashed out of nowhere. Unexpectedly, a dagger that shimmered with a cold lustre had appeared in the hand of the beauty in the pink tight-fitting skirt.

"Relax, let me take good care of you." the beauty in the pink tight-fitting skirt whispered gently into Irving's ear, while her hand that held the dagger ruthlessly aimed for his back.

In the face of the lethal strike, Irving seemed unmoved, as if still indulged in the realm of tenderness.

The cold gleam flickered!

The beauty in the pink tight-fitting skirt exhibited a satisfied and malicious grin. She was the assassin sent by Dennis.

In fact, about ten minutes before the female assassin knocked on the door, Dennis and his crew had already arrived outside the villa. They didn't come in right away because they wanted to confirm if the person inside the villa was indeed the infamous "Public Enemy Number One" from the game.

When Dennis took out another tracking crystal that cost him a fortune, he immediately locked onto the target. He was so excited that he could barely speak. For safety's sake, he decided to send a female assassin in first to test the waters.

"Who would have thought that the legendary Public Enemy Number One would be so easily defeated by me... Indeed, all men are the same!" Inside the villa, the female assassin's face was filled with excitement and a touch of disappointment.

It was as if she was dissatisfied with the prey in front of her.

However, in the next moment.

When her dagger fell heavily, it felt as if it had been blocked by something blunt, producing a muffled sound.

"What..." The female assassin's face turned pale. When she looked at Irving again, she was surprised to find him enveloped by a golden glow.

"Didn't you say you were going to take good care of me? How come you have a murderous intent so soon?" Irving sat on the sofa, gazing meaningfully at the female assassin on top of him, and smiled slightly.

"You!" The female assassin seemed to realize something and hurriedly tried to get up.

Just then, she felt Irving's palm pressing on her thigh. A domineering force was transmitted, making her unable to escape.

"What...what on earth are you doing?" The female assassin said coldly. The triumphant expression on her face had long disappeared, replaced by a touch of panic in her eyes. She quickly explained, "That dagger is for...for self-defense. I regret it now. Let me go. You want to trade, right?

I will give you the tracking crystals."

As the words fell, the smile on Irving's face deepened.

"Tracking crystals?" Irving shook his head. "I noticed long ago that you didn't have any tracking crystals on you. You also poisoned the wine just now. It's a pity that I don't drink, so you planned to sell your charm."

The female assassin was stunned and quickly said, "I don't understand what you mean. What poison? I poured the wine in front of you."

Seeing her still arguing, Irving nodded and said, "Yes, you did pour the wine in front of me, but the poison powder was hidden in your fingernails."

"You..." The female assassin's eyes flashed with horror. She would never have dreamed that her covert actions had all been discovered by the young man in front of her.

"Alright, since you like to act so much, let's go through the full play..." Saying this, Irving tightly hugged the female assassin, then picked her up and slammed her heavily onto the sofa.

A good show was about to begin...