Qi Xu was currently completely unaware of the devastating news that the God of Light's lackeys had entirely abandoned any thought of revenge...
Instead, he was overjoyed, thinking, If the boss got taken out, surely his underlings wouldn’t be so heartless as to not retaliate, right? They must already be preparing their counterattack!
In reality... Qi Xu had completely overlooked the God of Light’s treachery.
The deity never allowed anyone to grow too powerful. Out of all 896 zones, he was the only one who had managed to upgrade his vehicle to Tier 4. Others, even if they had the resources, didn’t dare to level up.
The same rule applied to his subordinates.
So his death was practically a cause for celebration—who’d even want revenge now?
Qi Xu planned to drop some red envelopes in the group chat to rack up more bragging points. So what if my loot luck’s been terrible? Who cares if I haven’t found a single diamond crate? Flexing my way to rewards feels even better!
The next special supply crate required 120,000 bragging points. He was currently at 98,000—not an impossible gap.
Drop a red envelope, show off a meal, and maybe I’ll hit the mark by tonight.
Qi Xu wasted no time.
First, he sent 100 pork-starch sausages and 100 taro boba milk teas each to both the small and large group chats. Gotta give my own people some extra perks.
Retired Magical Boy: "Aaaah! It’s been so long since I’ve had milk tea! My absolute favorite!"
Bubbly Girl Guo Degang: "These sausages are amazing! I love how they’re basically just flour!"
Golden Bell Armor Iron Shirt: "Tastes great. Never had this before the survival game, but now I’m hooked."
Watch Me Cut You Down: "What kind of insane luck is this?! Out of the seven people in our group (excluding Whirlwind), I managed to grab three of each?!"
Chinese Master Chef: "Don’t be upset, Cut You Sis. It’s just balancing out—Whirlwind’s got great luck, yours is a bit worse. Totally normal.
Honestly, this milk tea’s terrible—just pure artificial sugar. And the sausages? Cheap junk. Once I get the ingredients, I’ll make you all a proper version."
Watch Me Cut You Down: "???"
Dongfang Yuan felt something was off about Chinese Master Chef’s tone but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Tired of switching between chats, Qi Xu added Chinese Master Chef and the others to the main group. After a moment’s hesitation, he also invited Ballpoint Pen, the Li Muzi sisters, Hua Nation Special 196, Tonsils Never Speak, Panda Panda, and Yangcheng Lake Little Crab—either people he’d interacted with and found decent or active chatterboxes from the public channel.
Invincible Black Whirlwind: "Heads up, I’m dropping red envelopes in the public chat. Get ready to spam!"
The envelopes contained:
- 1,335 compressed biscuits
- 1,195 bread rolls
- 1,364 bottled waters
- 1,000 pork-starch sausages
- 1,000 taro boba milk teas
As an experiment, he even threw in a grand prize—an air conditioner, which would definitely come in handy soon.
Nearly 6,000 envelopes for a group of 9,998 players meant over half would get something, even if the loot varied. Pure luck.
The moment Qi Xu sent them, a notification flashed across every player’s screen in Zone 666:
[Player Invincible Black Whirlwind has dropped red envelopes in the public chat! Go grab ’em! Move it, or you’ll miss out like someone late to a buffet!]
Instantly, everyone scrambled into the chat, mashing their screens like mad.
Qi Xu ignored the flood of thanks, focusing only on the bragging points counter. The number skyrocketed to 110,000 before slowing down.
Finally, it breached 120,000. The next special crate is secured!
A quick flex tonight, and it’s mine.
Meanwhile, players from Zone 896 didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Hearing Zone 666’s players talk, this wasn’t even Whirlwind’s first red envelope spree.
Why is their boss the polar opposite of ours?
No tribute demands—just free supplies...
Qi Xu twisted the knife further in the group chat:
"Celebrating Old White Dragon in the Waves and Chinese Master Chef’s vehicles reaching Tier 5! Let’s party!
(Note: The biscuits, bread, and water were generously sponsored by the late God of Light.)"
Nicholas Zhao Si: "Thanks, Whirlwind! This milk tea’s sweetness hits different."
Old White Dragon in the Waves: "Grateful for Whirlwind’s help with the upgrade!"
Chinese Master Chef: "Haha, without Whirlwind, I’d still be stuck grinding."
Their comments made it clear—their progress was all thanks to Qi Xu.
Before he could reply, Qi Xu scrolled through the loot results. Most got basic food and drinks, but the air conditioner grand prize... went to "Tonsils Never Speak."
Okay, I believe it now. This girl’s called Zone 896’s Luck Goddess for a reason.
1 in 5,895 odds, and she nails it...
Tonsils Never Speak: "Uh... I think I won big? Eternal gratitude to Whirlwind! Perfect timing too—just before the heatwave hits."
Panda Panda: "With the God of Light gone, your luck’s gonna skyrocket, Tonsils!"
Qi Xu was intrigued. This girl’s the yang to Watch Me Cut You Down’s yin...
Originally planning to flex his dinner, Qi Xu found the bragging points had already surged to 130,000 thanks to Old White Dragon and Chinese Master Chef’s shoutouts.
[Congratulations, Player Qi Xu! You’ve unlocked a special diamond supply crate. Next crate requires 400,000 bragging points.]
Qi Xu: "......"
Never thought special crates could be this easy.
This round’s stacked with buffs—didn’t even need the dinner flex.
But 130,000 to 400,000? That’s a steep jump. Gonna take a while.
As the group chat devolved into another gratitude train, Qi Xu closed the public chat and hurried back to his truck. Little Seven had finished breakfast and was sprawled on the bed, idly kicking its tiny legs.
The moment it saw Qi Xu, it sprang up, ecstatic.
Qi Xu spread his arms, and Little Seven dashed into his embrace—only to barely reach his knees with its tiny leap. Chuckling, Qi Xu scooped it up.
A warm feeling washed over him. This is what it’s like... working hard all day, knowing someone’s waiting eagerly for you at home.
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