Even Little Seven and Sweet Girl’s pet nutrition pods had transformed into their favorite shapes. Qi Xu wandered around inside and outside for a long time, finally exhausting himself with excitement.
Starting tomorrow, the "Chaos of a Hundred Ghosts" would begin. Qi Xu had no intention of hiding—instead, he planned to use this opportunity to step out and train. After all, during this supernatural disaster, the monthly rankings wouldn’t be based on distance traveled but on the quantity and quality of monsters slain.
To secure the top spot again, he had to take action from day one. With that thought, Qi Xu went straight to bed to rest up and prepare.
The end of the month was always the liveliest time in the chat hall, and with the recent server merge, the newcomers were just as enthusiastic and talkative. Many suddenly wealthy players chatted late into the night, some even pulling all-nighters.
Bragging and bantering—nothing brought more joy.
Worst case, they could sleep in a little. As long as they hit their daily mileage quota, everything would be fine.
But just as one player was about to sleep, curiosity got the better of them, and they glanced outside the vehicle.
Right outside the window, in the swirling black mist, a pair of gem-like monster eyes gleamed back at them. The sight sent a jolt of terror through their body.
Rich Little Potato: "Oh my god! There’s a monster standing outside my window, and it’s been there forever! It’s almost 6 AM—what happens when the protective shield drops?! Help!!"
Watch Me Cut You Down: "Too bad. Use your brain, idiot."
Fortune God's Only Daughter: "If you die, let us know so we can laugh. Haha, Little Potato’s gonna bite it!"
The two messages were sent almost simultaneously, and both senders paused—who was this person? So damn rude?
Ex-Girlfriend’s Future Dad: "Shut it, Fortune Dog. They just asked a question. No need to be a jerk about it. Heartless people really are disgusting no matter what they do."
Watch Me Cut You Down: "When you say ‘you guys,’ are you including me?"
Ex-Girlfriend’s Future Dad instantly backed down. After a night of chatting, he’d picked up some intel—this "Watch Me" wasn’t just maxed out in strength, but also affiliated with the infamous Black Whirlwind crew.
She wasn’t a bad person, just foul-mouthed. But crossing her was out of the question...
Ex-Girlfriend’s Future Dad: "Uh, no, friend—I meant Fortune Dog."
Watch Me Cut You Down: "Coward."
Rich Little Potato: "Guys, stop fighting! Help me out here! What do I do?!"
Heroic Spirit: "Don’t panic. Stay calm—freaking out will only make things worse. First, observe: how many monsters are there? What type? Why is it lingering near your vehicle? Did you do anything unusual?"
Rich Little Potato: "I don’t know, Heroic Spirit! Can you invite me to your group chat and save me?!"
Heroic Spirit: "Of course. My people are under my protection. Join the group, and we’ll brainstorm a solution. Worst case, send me your location. I’ve got a gun—monsters are nothing."
Qi Xu, now up and having breakfast, scrolled through the chat and couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Heroic Spirit’s long-winded nonsense.
If this player’s vehicle level was low, why not just ram the monster and use a teleport card to escape? Why bother crying for help?
Little Seven and Sweet Girl were awake too, baring their teeth at the wolverine outside the window.
"Eat up. No rush—we’ve got half an hour before the fight."
Ever since discovering the special loot from "Cursed Luck," the two pets’ diets had vastly improved. Little Seven’s meals were practically human-grade, though he had a soft spot for big bones, which Master Chef always set aside when cooking.
Sweet Girl, on the other hand, adored dried white mice. "Cursed Luck" regularly sent over these treats along with pet nutrition potions, asking for nothing in return. Easy to add flowers to a bouquet, but hard to send charcoal in snowy weather.
"Cursed Luck" was just repaying a favor, but Qi Xu never took advantage. He always returned the gesture with equally valuable supplies.
Right now, few players kept pets, so "Cursed Luck’s" importance hadn’t peaked yet. But once pet ownership rose, this kid would strike it rich.
By then, demand would likely outstrip supply, so Qi Xu wanted to establish a friendly trade route early, ensuring the kid never ran short on nutrition.
After breakfast, Qi Xu took a short walk to digest, then strapped on his pink chainsaw and stepped out of the vehicle with Little Seven and Sweet Girl.
The sky was clear, the temperature pleasant, the air fresh, and sunlight spilled gently across the ground. Qi Xu was in a good mood—though he shot a mildly annoyed glance at the three wolf monsters lurking just beyond the protective barrier.
Were these the same ones he’d used as teaching aids a few days ago?
"Just three of you? Call for backup! What, you think the top ranker isn’t worth more?"
The wolf monsters exchanged confused glances. "What’s this human saying?"
"Begging for mercy?"
Didn’t seem like it, given how boldly he’d approached the barrier’s edge.
Without warning, Qi Xu launched a sneak attack, slicing into one wolf with his pink chainsaw.
During the "Chaos of a Hundred Ghosts," blood drew more monsters. Once a fight started, escape became nearly impossible.
But Qi Xu had prepared. Last night, he’d tested and confirmed that he could bring Little Seven and Sweet Girl into his advanced spatial stone—as long as they were touching and he had entry attempts left for the day.
His plan was simple: fight hard in the morning, and if exhaustion set in, retreat into the stone.
At exactly 6 AM, as the protective shield vanished, the system broadcast a cheeky announcement:
[Dear players, your fresh batch of disaster has arrived! Aren’t the little monsters adorable? How could you kill them? Remember to leave a five-star review! P.S. Check today’s mileage quota. Hehehe...]
Qi Xu immediately checked.
Damn. Previously, the daily quota was 100 km—today, it had tripled.
300 km was no joke. If monsters delayed him too long, he’d be in trouble.
His first move? Sending intermediate fuel packs to Bian, Magic Sister, and Chinese Master Chef. During the "Chaos of a Hundred Ghosts," these packs were game-changers—monsters wouldn’t spawn while they were active.
He left a quick note in the group chat: "Go wild. Kill as many as you can."
Watch Me Cut You Down: "Three down. Finally, some decent prey today."
Old White Dragon in the Waves sent a voice message, panting heavily—clearly mid-sprint. "I’m on it too!"
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