Mission: Failed

Palace Banquet

Jisung successfully lived through a few daunting days at Chan's residence. Every day, he racked his brain for ideas on performing outrageous atrocities and raising uproars. Besides murder, which he would never commit, he'd gone and done just about every other bad thing.

He'd made rose tea from the roses in Chan's garden that were carefully cultivated from precious seeds preserved from ancient times on earth, accidentally broken several precious sculpted statues in the hall from the Eclipse Galaxy, and accidentally burned a whole area of the garden during a barbecue. Every day, he'd sit on Chan's chair in Chan's study, when he was bored, and read his ancient books while ordering his servants to help him get food from other distant galaxies from time to time.

He has done everything to make Chan angry but Chan didn't mind at all!

From beginning to end, he'd never even shown a hint of displeasure. He even said that he'd have the botanists specialiSing in ancient plants from the Imperial Academy of Science cultivate more ancient roses so his little dear could make tea. As for the broken statues from Eclipse Galaxy, they weren't even worth mentioning. He was just afraid that his little cutie had hurt his hand.

What could Jisung do? All his hopes were ruined.

Plus, these days he'd stayed at Chan's place, he'd thoroughly searched every corner only to find nothing. As for Chan himself, he was even more difficult to find anything off of. Besides spoiling him to no end, Jisung couldn't see anything else.

Jisung grabbed the last rose and began tearing petals off one by one.

He was reborn.

He was not reborn.

He was reborn.

He was not reborn.

He was reborn.

The system recalled what it had seen these days and couldn't hold back, saying.

[I've been playing games with my friends lately, but due to bad luck, I've been losing every time. However, losing a game once or twice doesn't matter, if I win the war in the end.]

Jisung endured, and muttered under his breath, 'What do you really want to say?'

The system saw Jisung was finally willing to talk to him again, and hurriedly added.

[I wanted to tell you that failure is the mother of success. If at first, you don't succeed, try, try, try again.]

'Trying the first and second times is already this hard! You're even telling me to try three or four times? Why don't you just tell me to keep trying infinite times then? You have such a great way of comforting people.'

'So, a lot of time has passed since then. Have you clearly established whether they're reborn or not?'

[Not yet ...]

'Then why don't you go explode on the spot?'

[A person with class shouldn't make personal attacks so casually. ]

'I didn't make a personal attack on you casually. I've endured you for a long time. It's not 'casual' at all.'

The system must've had water in his brain for him to be so stupid as to comfort his host.

If you won't repay kindness with kindness, then so be it! War it is.

Jisung finished venting at the system and tore off the last petal in his hand. Crap... He'd been so busy talking to the system just now, that he'd lost count of which one he was on.

He threw the naked flower on the ground with a dark face, and then even stepped on it along the way.

He walked out the door.