Since I’ve become a top boss in this district, I can do whatever I want. Why should I care about others’ opinions?
Just as I was about to close the chat lobby and take a break, another message popped up on the screen.
【Special Announcement: Player Fortune God's Only Daughter from District 666 of Server 88 has become the third player in the entire game to upgrade her vehicle to Level 6. That’s all.】
Qi Xu couldn’t help but laugh out loud. This was textbook favoritism.
It was obvious Qiuqiu really disliked Fortune God's Only Daughter. When Qi Xu had received a system-wide announcement, there were fireworks, standing ovations, and banners.
The last time, when Bian became the second player to reach Level 6, Qiuqiu had written a long, heartfelt congratulatory message.
But now, for Fortune God's Only Daughter, not even a simple "congratulations"—just a dry "Special Announcement." Truly one of a kind.
"Qiuqiu, what did she do to you?"
Qiuqiu replied in a pitiful, whiny voice, "She’s so annoying. If it weren’t mandatory to announce the top three, I’d have skipped hers entirely."
Non-Champion’s Curse: "Wow, the first three players to hit Level 6 are all from our district! 88666 is unstoppable!"
Ex-Girlfriend’s Future Dad: "Who did you rob this time? Let me remind everyone again—Fortune Dog is vicious, kills on sight, and is basically a witch. Don’t be fooled by her."
Heartbroken Kitten: "It really bothers me that this system-wide reward went to Fortune Dog..."
Fortune God's Only Daughter: "Your misery makes me happy. Keep suffering—it’s entertaining. Hahahaha!"
Qi Xu hesitated for a moment, then opened a private chat with Fortune God's Only Daughter. She didn’t expect to get any info about "Ability Users," but it wouldn’t hurt to chat. After all, they’d gotten along well in the last dungeon.
Invincible Black Tornado: "Wanna talk?"
Fortune God's Only Daughter: "What’s up?"
Invincible Black Tornado: "Want to team up for the next dungeon? (◦˙▽˙◦) How about it? A powerhouse duo?"
Having interacted with her before, Qi Xu knew she wasn’t as harsh as she pretended to be. She was adaptable, had hidden cards up her sleeve, and if possible, Qi Xu preferred to stay on her good side.
"No interest."
Qi Xu: "......"
Egg Seven was right—chatting with Fortune God's Only Daughter was a quick way to hit a dead end.
But then, Fortune God's Only Daughter suddenly recalled her message.
The "No interest" disappeared, replaced with: "Actually, there’s something I want to discuss."
Invincible Black Tornado: "Go ahead."
The "typing..." indicator above Fortune God's Only Daughter’s chat box flickered for a long time before she finally sent:
"You and Warwolf 007 have seen me—you know what I look like, my features. I want you both to keep it quiet. I won’t bother telling him; he’s probably your lackey anyway."
Qi Xu agreed without hesitation. "Don’t worry, we’ve never been interested in exposing others’ privacy. Though I am curious—how old are you?"
Fortune God's Only Daughter: "Since you’re being cooperative, I’ll tell you. Hmm... let me calculate..."
Qi Xu waited patiently. After a long pause, a number finally appeared.
"Damn, what an unlucky number. I’m 144 this year!!"
Qi Xu rolled her eyes. If she didn’t want to say, fine—but at least make it believable. Even 14 would’ve been easier to swallow.
Invincible Black Tornado: "Wow, that’s quite the age!"
Fortune God's Only Daughter knew she wouldn’t believe it and just chuckled, not bothering to reply further. This time, she’d met someone interesting.
But teaming up? No thanks. She was done forming bonds with anyone. If the ending was inevitable, why suffer through the process over and over?
Life and death didn’t faze her. If you couldn’t change it, tough luck—damn it all!
As she stewed in her thoughts, Fortune God's Only Daughter suddenly got angry again, standing up to curse the survival game at the top of her lungs.
Qiuqiu immediately muted her. Out of sight, out of mind.
As Iron-Clad Golden Bell had predicted, the next 20 days were still chaos—ghosts running rampant. Though players were on the verge of breaking, those who’d survived this long had mostly learned some tricks for fighting monsters.
If you weren’t that strong, the monsters you faced weren’t that tough either. The survival game was brutal, but it didn’t strip away every last shred of hope.
Meanwhile, the truly powerful players faced stronger monsters but had the skills to handle them—a positive feedback loop.
As long as you didn’t just lie down and give up, no one was truly doomed... it all came down to whether you could find your own path to survival.
Take Non-Champion’s Curse, for example—he’d turned his luck around completely.
Eight players in the golden group chat now had pets, and they were all big spenders. Non-Champion’s Curse had officially escaped poverty.
Pet nutrition potions were selling out faster than he could make them. Every day, he had to reserve six for Qi Xu, two for Master Chef, and two for Lucky Big Sis.
There was hardly any left to sell unless he got lucky with drops—and even then, Old White Dragon and Magical Boy got first dibs.
Life was good. Now that he’d achieved financial stability, he could finally focus on improving his quality of life.
Truth be told, everyone in the golden group chat was grinding hard.
Powerhouses like Warwolf 007 and 009 sparred daily—losers had to sing and twerk in the group chat.
Song Peifeng refused to return to his vehicle until he’d killed at least 20 monsters.
Lucky Big Sis sought out Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly for private martial arts or combat training.
Old White Dragon and Fitness Coach, both loaded, practically lived in the gym—their stats skyrocketing.
Qi Xu? No need to explain. Every night, when the group compared monster kill counts, she was always in the top two.
The only other person who matched her intensity was the mighty Slice You Sis.
Even now, Non-Champion’s Curse felt like joining this group was a miracle—something so absurd it defied logic.
Seeing how hard everyone worked, he didn’t dare slack off.
Every morning, his first thought was: Get stronger! Catch up! Don’t fall behind!
It was exhausting, but his heart was at peace.
The only ones who seemed relaxed were Bian (who never spoke) and Chinese Master Chef—but they were the group’s darlings.
Bian had insane luck. If anyone needed something, they’d ask him, and he’d have it the next day.
As for Master Chef’s gourmet dishes? There wasn’t anything they couldn’t trade for.
This dynamic—everyone pushing forward on their own paths yet united—was oddly addictive.
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