Qi Xu set the vehicle to autopilot and began warming up.
It was rare to encounter a "Hundred Ghosts Rampage" event, so he had to maximize his combat stats and make the most of this opportunity!
After another intense afternoon of fighting, he collapsed onto the vehicle, his arms and legs too exhausted to move. Little Seven and Sweet Girl were also completely drained, lying on the ground gasping for air. It felt as though every muscle and bone in his body no longer belonged to him.
Qi Xu used a basic healing card—he had sustained quite a few injuries. He’d been knocked down by monsters multiple times that afternoon, and while the adrenaline of battle had masked the pain, now that he’d stopped, every inch of his body ached. His shoulders, thighs, and back were covered in bloody scratches...
Little Seven was injured too, his front legs nearly crippled.
Qi Xu quickly placed Little Seven into the pet healing pod. The little creature obediently curled up inside and reassured him, "I’ll be fine. I’ll recover soon."
"Yeah, Little Seven and Sweet Girl are the best."
Sweet Girl was too exhausted to even wag her tail, her tongue still lolling out from fatigue. She looked more like a puppy than ever. Qi Xu settled her into her pebble-lined nest to rest...
After tallying the day’s loot, he realized it wasn’t even half of what Bian usually brought in.
"Qiuqiu, do players have a luck stat?"
Qiuqiu replied hesitantly, "They do, but it’s hidden. I really can’t say—it’s against the rules. I’d get fined."
Qi Xu paused, then rephrased his question.
"If we consider max luck to be 100, Bian must have at least 90. Her luck is insane. And unless I’m mistaken, 'Blessed by Luck' and 'Retired Magical Boy' probably have 80 or higher."
Good—Qiuqiu didn’t deny it.
"My luck isn’t as good as theirs, but it’s not bad either. Around 70, maybe?"
Qiuqiu sidestepped with a tentative, "You’re so smart!"
Qi Xu smirked. Well, that was expected.
He’d built himself up to this point through experience and effort in the previous game. While luck played a role, Qi Xu firmly believed his hard work justified everything he had. He deserved it all.
Wrapping himself in an anti-fatigue blanket, he rested for a while before digging into the sour-spicy noodles and grilled milk cubes prepared by Chinese Master Chef.
Qi Xu had always thought of sour-spicy noodles as instant junk food—until he tasted Chinese Master Chef’s version. He never knew they could be this delicious!
Paired with the grilled milk cubes, it was a feast for the senses. The exhaustion melted away—food truly had healing powers.
Even his brain felt sharper now. Qi Xu finally turned his attention to the golden group chat card he’d obtained the day before.
He scrolled through the player list for District 88, Subdistrict 666, from top to bottom...
Forming a team was better done sooner than later. Even if there weren’t any guild-related events or quests yet, having a group to chat with and bond was worthwhile.
Plus, the golden group chat card allowed the group owner and admins to teleport to any member’s location once per day—an incredibly useful feature.
If he didn’t form a team now, someone else might, and he’d miss out on recruiting strong players. That would be a lose-lose situation.
No time to waste. He started with the core group—the foundation of the future guild.
Chinese Master Chef: "Boss Whirlwind, why’d you make another group?"
Old White Dragon in the Waves: "Whoa, this one’s fancy! Gold borders and auto-pinned!"
Warwolf 009: "Seriously cool. And no member limit? High-tier stuff."
Qi Xu explained the golden group chat card’s features, noting that the first admin could be assigned without a member requirement. After that, every 20 members would allow another admin.
Bubbly Girl Guo Degang: "So… we’re officially forming a faction, guild, alliance—whatever you call it!"
Chinese Master Chef: "Awesome! When I saw 'Heroic Essence' form their 'Hero Alliance' the other day, I wondered if we should do the same. It’d give us a real sense of belonging."
Bian (who never spoke): "Agreed. Prioritize players we’ve interacted with—strong, reliable ones. As we grow and merge with other districts, we’ll naturally filter out the weak. Eventually, only elites will remain."
Retired Magical Boy: "Elites? Hahaha, I’m blushing. Am I really elite now?"
Warwolf 009 felt a flicker of hope—maybe Boss Whirlwind would invite Warwolf 007. He drafted and deleted messages, torn between recommending him and overstepping.
Watch Me Cut You Down: "Last time, we got stuck on naming. How about 'Invincible Faction'? Thoughts?"
Warwolf 009: "Love it. Then we’d be 'Invincible Cut You Down,' 'Invincible Master Chef,' 'Invincible White Dragon'—"
Old White Dragon in the Waves: "Bro, you’re spoiling her!"
Watch Me Cut You Down: "???"
Old White Dragon in the Waves: "Hehehe, Sister Cut You is the best."
Surrendering faster than talking trash ensured her slaps never landed.
Qi Xu let them debate while he drafted a message to send individually.
Golden group chat cards were different from regular ones—some players preferred being lone wolves. It was wise to keep some perks under wraps.
Always have an ace up your sleeve.
After some thought, he wrote:
"I’m forming a team to collaborate on quests, help each other, and journey forward together.
Rules: No infighting. Disputes must be reported and resolved. Share intel that benefits the group, as long as it doesn’t harm individual interests.
This is just the beginning—details will evolve as we grow. More perks and requirements will follow.
Interested? I’d love to have you join."
With the message ready, Qi Xu scanned the player list and sent invites to:
Warwolf 007, Blessed by Luck, Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly, Swimming & Fitness Coach Chen, Song Peifeng, Cursed by Misfortune, Muzi Li, Ballpoint Pen, Spicy & Beautiful, Melon Lover.
Exactly 10 people. One more, and he could assign another admin—but quality over quantity. This was just the foundation. Qi Xu wanted every member to stand out—skilled, promising, and trustworthy.
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