The school had over 20,000 students, and nearly a third of them were in attendance.
In addition to them were the hundreds of socialites in attendance. So he'd be combing through thousands of students looking for one person in less than two minutes?
"No. Give me another task!" Gritting his teeth, he didn't bother attempting the challenge and outrightly demanded.
But since when did the system start taking orders from him?
Even after he screamed the same words several times in his head, the system still didn't respond.
Clenching and unclenching his fists, he was about to shout again when a screen suddenly appeared before his eyes.
What a relief. The system was snobby, but it couldn't be heartless enough to give him such a ridiculous task…
The thought had barely formed in his mind when the numbers on the screen began counting down from 90.
He blinked, his jaw ticking as he realized this was his given time counting down.
Books always contained the names and roles of people at a party whenever one appeared in a chapter, but since he had only read two chapters…
"You're so tall and dreamy."
Snapping out of his daze, he turned toward the direction of the voice where he saw a girl about his age gazing at him from her seat.
Holding his eyes, she lifted her glass of wine, sipped coyly from it, and looked away.
Kyle Mercer had no woman in his life and didn't know how to love. Unfortunately for him, Chad Duncan was the same.
Thus, he found it extremely disturbing when the woman wouldn't stop biting her red lips.
Squinting at her, his brows furrowed thoughtfully.
It was too early to be drunk, so maybe she was… insane?
Deciding that was the case, he bowed slightly to her and hurriedly moved deeper into the party, eyes frantically scanning the crowd.
[73 seconds left.]
The system's notification sent him hurrying further in, turning to every side like a madman.
[60 seconds left.]
Breathing heavily, his eyes swept the room again and again, but the man was nowhere in sight.
"He's not here. I've looked everywhere and he really isn't here!" he screamed inwardly, standing in the middle of the room, hyperventilating.
[Target is on scene. 45 seconds left.]
The system's cold voice echoed.
Swallowing, he clenched his fists tightly and scrutinized the groups around him once more.
Just then, in a cluster of men, someone shifted aside to reveal a familiar face wearing sunglasses, a walking stick held firmly in his grasp.
He seemed to be staring straight at Chad, but that was impossible since he was blind.
[Obsession index +3. 30 seconds left.]
Notified the system again, but Chad exhaled in relief.
In his past life, he had been a socialite. Though too prideful and arrogant to associate with many people since he was a top prosecutor, he experienced enough to know exactly how to handle snobby rich types like the men in front of him.
Running his hand over his chest, he pressed down on his racketeering heart before taking a step forward.
But no sooner had he done so… his eyes widened slightly when he realized… he hadn't moved at all.
Confused, he lowered his gaze and was gobsmacked to see his legs trembling violently.
No. Not again. Please, not again!
He couldn't afford to go through this at such a critical time.
The original host's fears had kicked in, overwhelming his body with so much terror that he couldn't force himself to move.
[12, 11, 10…]
Cold sweat broke out on his temple as the system's countdown echoed in his ears.
He was wearing fitted pants and standing in the middle of the auditorium where everyone could easily see him.
If his libido spiked and a bulge appeared in his pants, everyone would see it.
He couldn't even move under the weight of his fear of these wealthy people. If something that embarrassing happened here…
[4, 3, 2…]
At that moment, his desire not to let the system win overpowered his fear and his shame flew out the window as he called out, loud and clear, "Handsome mister wearing sunglasses, I couldn't help noticing you from across the room. What could your name be?"