Blessed by Luck initially wanted to vent in the group chat too, because the whole situation was genuinely infuriating! Back during the arena matches, even after losing, Whirlwind Boss hadn’t said a single harsh word—instead offering comfort and distributing the same resources as everyone else...
And yet, Song Peifeng, who he’d once admired for his cool demeanor, swift moves, and overall badassery, turned out to be an ungrateful little snake!
But then... Whirlwind Boss suddenly sent a message:
"Don’t say anything in the public chat. Go privately negotiate with Song Peifeng to buy the Gambler’s Resource Box. Whatever the cost, I’ll reimburse you. Even if he demands a high price, just haggle a bit and eventually agree."
Blessed by Luck: "Got it, got it! Consider it done!"
He wasn’t entirely sure why, but following orders was the right move. Maybe Whirlwind Boss had a better plan to deal with this backstabber!
So he immediately went to DM Song Peifeng.
"Selling the Gambler’s Resource Box? Name your price."
Song Peifeng: "Food, water, weapons—enough to last me 20 days. On top of that, 50 Vehicle Upgrade Cards. Full cards, not fragments."
Blessed by Luck: "Are you out of your damn mind?! Who do you think will trade with you after pissing off Whirlwind Boss? Go check the public chat—nobody’s gonna touch you! Go gamble your life away if you’re so bold!"
Song Peifeng: "This is the price. Non-negotiable."
Blessed by Luck found this utterly ridiculous, so he screenshot the conversation and went back to Qi Xu for advice.
Whirlwind Boss: "Keep haggling. Drag it out. He won’t budge, but in the end, just make the trade."
Blessed by Luck tapped into his natural talent—what kind of middleman was afraid of bargaining?
He talked circles around Song Peifeng until even the guy started doubting himself. Was I really this unreasonable? Demanding such a high price? Am I insane? Just as he was about to cave, a sudden message snapped him back to reality.
: "I can give you 20 days’ worth of survival supplies plus 40 Vehicle Upgrade Cards. That’s way better than what Blessed by Luck offered, right?"
Song Peifeng: "I won’t deal with you unless you tell me who you are."
: "Why does that matter? Kid, face reality. You’ve got guts crossing Whirlwind Boss—it’s practically a death sentence. Blessed by Luck isn’t wrong. Who else would dare trade with you now?"
Song Peifeng: "You’re just a cowardly rat hiding in the shadows! Mark my words—I’ll kill you one day."
With that, Song Peifeng decided the timing was right and finalized the deal with Blessed by Luck.
: "You absolute moron! I offered 20 days’ supplies and 40 cards, and you went for 10 days and 30 cards instead?! No wonder Whirlwind Boss didn’t beat the stupidity out of you earlier—oh wait, he probably did, and you just ate it, you dumb!"
The first thing Blessed by Luck did after securing the Gambler’s Resource Box was report back to Whirlwind Boss.
"Not only did I get it, but I haggled him down! Hah! Didn’t cost much—guy’s broke and short-sighted."
Qi Xu was impressed. He’d told Song Peifeng he didn’t need to lower his price, worried that dragging things out would delay support and leave the kid struggling.
But this... Well, damn.
"Go advertise it in the public chat. I’ll have Master Chef buy it from you."
Blessed by Luck: "No problem."
Qi Xu had already discussed a plan with the inner circle. Now, they just had to wait for the fish to bite.
Three uneventful days passed, and the golden group chat welcomed two new members:
- Wintergreen Tree
- Most Beautiful Sahara
Both were recommended by Warwolf 007.
Most Beautiful Sahara wasn’t particularly strong, but Warwolf 007 had saved her, and she’d recently acquired a unique item:
〖Loyal to the Death: Once bound to a target, the user can redirect fatal damage inflicted on the target to themselves.〗
Qi Xu had heard of this item before—it was widely considered the most useless item in the game.
Outside of blood relatives or extreme coercion, who’d ever willingly use it?
But the survival game had scattered everyone, making family reunions rare. Coercion was tricky too, since the props required genuine consent from the user.
This alone spoke volumes about Most Beautiful Sahara’s character. Combined with Warwolf 007’s endorsement, Qi Xu added her to the group.
Wintergreen Tree had a profession: Weather Forecaster. He could accurately predict weather patterns for the next seven days, covering a wide range of natural disasters.
The main goal was to hit 20 members so Qi Xu could appoint two admins: Warwolf 009 and Watch Me Cut You Down, streamlining the plan’s execution.
While waiting for the fish to bite, Qi Xu didn’t slack on his monster-slaying progress.
Little Seven had become a bottomless pit for energy stones, consuming at least 10 per day. Most couldn’t afford that, but the payoff was worth it—the little guy was growing stronger fast!
Yet even as the "Hundred Ghosts Rampage" disaster neared its end, the mastermind behind the scenes remained silent.
Qi Xu was baffled. Did they figure out the trap? No way—are they really that cautious?
On the final day of the disaster, Master Chef followed his usual routine: cooking breakfast, sharing it in the group, eating, then scouting for a high-level player to team up with.
Maybe I’ll stick with Whirlwind Boss today. A group hotpot lunch sounds nice.
Then suddenly... his vehicle wouldn’t start.
Before he could react, the windshield shattered—without any visible attack.
Chinese Master Chef froze in terror, instinctively pulling out a massive shield and dropping to the ground.
His pet turtle layered on another shield, both master and pet wearing identical expressions of wide-eyed confusion as they huddled behind cover.
Seconds later, the car door was ripped off with a thud.
Chinese Master Chef faintly heard footsteps entering the vehicle but saw no one.
"I don’t want to kill you. Hand over the Dark Gold Gambler’s Resource Box."
Chinese Master Chef tilted his head, bewildered. "Am I... hallucinating? Did someone just talk?"
"You’re not hallucinating. Give me the Dark Gold Combo Resource Box. I’m sparing you because you’re a decent cook. But make no mistake—I could just kill you. I’ve got Plunder Cards. Your loot drops either way."
Chinese Master Chef hugged his chubby frame tighter. "N-no, don’t kill me! I-I’m nervous! W-what did you want again?"
His trembling, pitiful demeanor drew a scornful laugh from the unseen assailant.
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