Even though Qi Xu knew this was what the "Mianmianbing Little Sheep" intended to do, witnessing it firsthand still felt surreal.
The phrase "blessed by the God of Luck" was no exaggeration—this person truly bathed the future in radiant light.
After breakfast and a brief workout, Qi Xu prepared to set out at exactly 6 a.m. Equipped with the ultra-protective raincoat purchased from the Monster Store a few days prior, now was the perfect time to act while the rain was still manageable.
Qi Xu had used the tracking card many times and had even eliminated numerous players with it, but never had she encountered a situation like this.
Fully armed, Qi Xu arrived to find a small truck parked motionless by the roadside. At first, she assumed it was some kind of trap deliberately set by the target.
Cautiously waiting for a while and seeing no reaction, she finally approached the vehicle. Peering through the window, she saw "Lush Green Mountains and Clear Waters" snoring loudly inside.
Qi Xu: "..."
Never had she imagined someone could be so carefree.
Pulling out a small tool hammer, Qi Xu lightly tapped the corner of the window with its pointed end. Instantly, the entire glass pane cracked into a web of fractures.
Yet, even with this commotion, Lush Green Mountains and Clear Waters remained fast asleep, his snores so loud they sounded like death rattles.
Only when Qi Xu tossed the "Binding Rope" through the window onto him did he abruptly wake up. The rope automatically coiled around him, turning him into a tightly wrapped dumpling before he could even react.
"You—who are you?! What do you want?!"
Qi Xu vaulted into the truck and sprayed a dose of truth serum in his face. She had to admit, the gadgets Bian provided were incredibly effective.
Cutting straight to the chase, she demanded, "What did you do to Mianmianbing Little Sheep?"
"N-nothing! I just set her as my support target..."
Qi Xu frowned, not fully understanding. She pressed for details.
"Is this a profession or a title? What does 'support target' mean? Explain clearly."
Lush Green Mountains and Clear Waters tried to reach for the emergency button, but the moment his eyes flickered toward it, Qi Xu whipped out a pistol. The cold, dark barrel pressed against his forehead, and his survival instincts instantly skyrocketed.
"It's my profession! I'm a Strategist—I can designate a support target. The more players who believe in and follow my target, the better their luck becomes. Eventually, they can practically manifest whatever they desire from supply crates!
Don’t kill me, please! I swear, we could team up—I’ll support you instead!"
Qi Xu narrowed her eyes, sensing there was more to it. Suddenly, she cocked the gun and pressed it against his ear, letting him hear the ominous click of the trigger being pulled back.
"Don’t play games with me. You know what I want to hear. Spill everything—especially the parts you don’t want me to know."
Now truly panicked, Lush Green Mountains and Clear Waters realized the truth serum left him no choice. Connecting the dots from last night’s intel, he was certain this woman was the infamous "Invincible Black Whirlwind," the top-tier player who’d dominated server-wide announcements multiple times.
He’d hoped to spin this into an opportunity—supporting her would be far more profitable than backing Mianmianbing Little Sheep. But his deception had been exposed.
Against his will, his mouth spilled everything—the truths he’d meant to hide.
"The longer a player is under my support... the more their free will erodes. I can implant my own thoughts and decisions into them... without them ever realizing it."
"So Mianmianbing Little Sheep’s actions are all under your control? Just like that? No prerequisites?"
"I’ve only had this profession for a month. I can plant core directives and briefly manipulate specific actions, but I can’t fully control everything yet. She already had a tendency to help the weak, which made it easier.
If I tried this on a bloodthirsty killer and forced them to act like her, it’d fail immediately."
Qi Xu’s eyes widened. This was outright mental enslavement—undetectable, too! No wonder even Warwolf 001 and Mianmianbing Little Sheep had fallen for it. There was no defense.
As for the rest, Qi Xu pieced it together: the communication style remained Mianmianbing Little Sheep’s own, but the overarching mission—bearing the survival of the entire district—was forcibly imposed on her.
Just like in Qi Xu’s dream, the victim would unknowingly spiral into self-destruction, while Lush Green Mountains and Clear Waters reaped the benefits before moving on to a stronger player.
At the start, he could avoid contact entirely to avoid suspicion, letting his influence seep in gradually. By the time he made his move, failure was impossible.
This was pure, calculated venom.
Recalling his offer to support her instead, Qi Xu didn’t hesitate. Holstering the gun, she gripped his throat and, with a sharp twist of her arm, snapped his neck with a sickening crack.
His pupils dilated instantly, his body convulsed once, and then he went limp.
Qi Xu couldn’t let someone this dangerous live. His profession was too overpowering—if she ended up like her dream self, death would be preferable.
Still, she’d chosen hands-on over the gun for a reason.
It’d been a while since she’d "collected scrap." After all, she’d worked hard to earn her official position—she couldn’t neglect her duties. To fetch a good price, she couldn’t dirty the vehicle.
Dragging the body out, she fed it to the black mist before returning to loot the truck.
Lush Green Mountains and Clear Waters wasn’t particularly wealthy. More importantly, he was a schemer—someone who’d foregone short-term gains to play the long game.
In the grand scheme, his approach would’ve maximized profits. Too bad someone had cheated, spotting him from the start.
Qi Xu was profoundly grateful she’d acted immediately. Even without the Warwolf family’s agenda, she’d have killed him purely for self-preservation. The man was terrifying.
"Qiuqiu, it’s a Tier-5 vehicle. What’s the verdict?"
"Ahem, hold on! Gotta do this by the book—gotta document everything! Otherwise, if they audit us, they’ll dock my pay for ‘procedural noncompliance’ or ‘improper execution’!"
"Scanning the Tier-5 Small Truck for sale: Wear and tear at 75%, no damaged parts, seven dents/scratches. Appraised value: 889 Survival Coins. Confirm sale?"
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