"Alright, I heard some people directly confiscate supplies from backpacks."
Chinese Master Chef's eyes widened instantly, suddenly realizing why Whirlwind Boss had told them to store their supplies with someone else before entering the dungeon.
"Whirlwind Boss, next time you come to this cafeteria, go to Window 1 and ask for Rhino Chef. I’ve already told him to give you extra portions.
Take this cafeteria points card too. If that monkey doesn’t bring you here, you can come on your own. I don’t need it—just nibbling a bit while cooking keeps me full."
Qi Xu nodded. "Alright, I won’t stand on ceremony then."
"Why be polite? Without you, I’d have been done for long ago."
Every time Chinese Master Chef looked at Qi Xu, his eyes sparkled with admiration—this was his guardian angel! A lifetime VIP pass to survival.
Qi Xu, the so-called guardian angel, stared at the dazed yet straightforward chef and belatedly realized how deeply he was trusted. It was as if his mere presence could instill boundless confidence in the other.
After the meal, the two went their separate ways to attend to their tasks.
Qi Xu had no intention of resting. As long as he kept working, earning money felt as easy as snatching it.
So after just splashing some water on his face, he headed straight back to the underground warehouse.
When Worker Monkey returned and saw Qi Xu already hard at work, he snapped a photo and posted it in the work group chat.
"Report: The human player under my supervision, 88666 'Invincible Whirlwind,' has been working nonstop since entering the dungeon yesterday, taking only one meal break. No rest at night—yesterday’s effective work hours were maxed out!"
"Report: Player 88666 'Invincible Whirlwind' is a scrap collector by profession. Yesterday, he efficiently cleared a 500㎡ warehouse, offering very reasonable prices for the scrap."
Thanks to the reports from Worker Monkey and Monkey Boss in the collective monster work group, Qi Xu soon received a notification.
[Dungeon Announcement: Player Invincible Whirlwind has been awarded 'Employee of the Day' and is rewarded with a private multifunctional dormitory room!]
Qi Xu, engrossed in his work, paused at the announcement. A private multifunctional dorm? What exactly was 'multifunctional'? Still, this was great news.
If he skipped sleep again tonight, he’d collapse. He’d already planned to rest, and now he wouldn’t have to return to that overcrowded dorm. Perfect.
By now, all the weapon crates had been sorted. The remaining boxes contained heavily damaged items, so Qi Xu just gave them a quick glance before having the robots haul them away.
Once the crates were cleared, the back half of the garage was revealed—rows upon rows of vehicles, all in the same sorry state as the weapons. At a glance, barely any had intact wheels.
Qi Xu studied them carefully, a gut feeling telling him these were players’ vehicles...
Did eliminated players’ vehicles get recycled here? What kind of castle was this?
Despite his thoughts, his hands never stopped working. Starting from the outermost vehicle, the first he saw was a farm tricycle—identical to his own first ride.
The recycling screen offered 14 survival coins. Rounding down, Qi Xu jotted a "1" in his notebook.
Clearing vehicles was much faster than sorting weapon crates.
Keep what’s usable, scrap the rest—no need to even move them, just call the robots to haul the junk away.
So even though today’s warehouse was larger, his efficiency was higher than yesterday’s.
By midnight, Qi Xu had finished clearing the warehouse, still skipping dinner to save time. Then he headed to his newly awarded private dorm.
A 4㎡ room with nothing but a bed. Qi Xu was more than satisfied.
He munched on a banana Worker Monkey had bought for him earlier (+5 health points), washed up, and crashed immediately.
He woke at 7 AM the next day and headed out for breakfast, checking his stats on the way. Somehow, his strength had increased by 2 points over the past two days.
Was lifting crates really that effective?
Breakfast was water chestnut and lamb buns—not Chinese Master Chef’s work, but still tasty.
After downing three cups of strong tea and packing an extra for later, Qi Xu was ready for another day of battle.
He couldn’t find Worker Monkey but ran into Monkey Boss during a patrol.
Qi Xu approached him. "Monkey Boss, got a moment? Let’s settle yesterday’s scrap tally."
Now that they weren’t in the stinking underground, Monkey Boss was more patient. He nodded.
Qi Xu handed over his notebook. "Yesterday, I cleared a B-grade warehouse: 317 weapons and 89 scrapped vehicles."
The detailed list and pricing totaled 87 survival coins.
Monkey Boss raised an eyebrow, setting aside the notebook to scrutinize Qi Xu, who suddenly felt awkward.
This wasn’t like the first day’s scrap metal... Would Monkey Boss even accept this price?
"Human! Don’t play games with me. Give me a fair price!"
Qi Xu clicked his tongue. So he wasn’t buying it. After a pause, Qi Xu considered adding 200 coins.
But Monkey Boss cut in, "No need to butter me up. Charge what’s fair—I won’t be swayed. Keep your mind on your work."
Previous scrap collectors would’ve offered 30-40 coins for that junk. This human’s 87-coin quote? Clearly a bribe attempt!
Humans were experts at corruption. Not falling for it.
Qi Xu screamed internally—what kind of saintly monkey was this?! Had he misjudged?
But he played along smoothly. "I see. My mistake. I didn’t realize Monkey Boss was so principled and upright. Lesson learned! Let me revise the offer—how’s this?"
Monkey Boss gave a haughty nod.
"45 survival coins."
"Deal!"
Handing over the coins, Qi Xu’s heart raced. He’d just scored the deal of a lifetime.
Monkey Boss emptied the advanced spatial stone and returned it to Qi Xu. Impressed by the B-grade warehouse clearance, he personally escorted Qi Xu to the next work site—a new warehouse behind the castle, this time aboveground.
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