C137 Mighty Ox: "Holy shit, now you're threatening me, huh? What, you think a location card makes you special? Bring it on, come kill me if you dare! Otherwise, just wait—I’ll pay you back sooner or later. Our Zone 711 isn’t some pushover!"
Invincible Black Whirlwind: "Sure, no problem. Plenty of time. Crushing you before the cross-zone challenge tomorrow will be a piece of cake."
Cheese Bun: "Look at this guy! Not even pretending anymore!"
Sleeves Full of Stars: "How bold. Come on, let’s show them we’re not to be messed with! The rest of you can cower if you want, but you’ll regret it when they come for you next. With our numbers, there’s nothing to fear."
C137 Mighty Ox was suddenly fired up. If a fight really broke out, he wasn’t worried—Little Sheep wouldn’t just stand by.
Back when conflicts flared up in the zone, Little Sheep would mediate all night, offering compensations and concessions to both sides. She’d probably be frantic by now.
Perfect timing to squeeze some compensation out of her for that "Raincoat of Love" incident. What a joke, pissing people off for no reason. Sure, Invincible Black Whirlwind was strong, but no way he could match Little Sheep in personal combat.
Little Sheep used to be a cop—a SWAT officer, no less. That was the source of Zone 711 players’ confidence!
Even though the whole "Raincoat of Love" thing and Little Sheep’s name change had left everyone feeling weird, they’d been spoiled by her for too long. None of them considered she might suddenly change so drastically, even ignoring a full-on brawl.
That’s why C137 Mighty Ox dared to trash-talk a server-wide top player so brazenly.
He’d made his grandstand and rallied a bunch of "rabble," but... Little Sheep hadn’t said a word. Now he was starting to panic.
He tried sending her a message, only to find it wouldn’t go through—she’d blocked him!
And he wasn’t the only one. Almost every player in Zone 711 had been blocked by Little Sheep. No one could reach her!
Now the panic set in. C137 Mighty Ox had rallied 26 players, all set to gather at his place the next morning. But now... only seven or eight were still responding.
Meanwhile, Qi Xu was busy and couldn’t care less about their drama. Reasoning with them was pointless, but to prevent another pair of troublemakers like Player 0229 and Blue Blossom from popping up, it was necessary to make his stance clear.
Otherwise, they’d just keep crawling out of the woodwork to annoy everyone.
Most Zone 711 players weren’t keen on sharing their stats, but there were exceptions.
Two of them: Little Sheep and Happy Big Sis.
Little Sheep’s stats were decent—all just over 100. Stronger than the average player, but still a step below elites like Slayer Sis and War Wolf.
Qi Xu figured she might be worth recruiting. Solid stats, decent luck—well-rounded players like her could become pillars of a team in the long run.
Just then, Little Sheep sent him a message:
"Sorry, I think I was having a mental breakdown before. My words and actions were... off. Just tell me what to do for the cross-zone challenge, and I’ll cooperate. Here are my stats—I specialize in close combat."
"Oh, and I think I’m better now. Haven’t had an episode in a day."
Qi Xu nearly laughed out loud. He replied, "Congrats on the recovery. Group teleport at 8 AM tomorrow. Be ready."
"Roger!"
What really shocked Qi Xu was Happy Big Sis. Her strength stat was a staggering 188.
Qi Xu’s own strength had only just hit 170...
Her other stats weren’t as impressive, but with that kind of power, the right weapon and combat style could make her a force to reckon with.
A quick check of her profile showed she was only at Level 4 for her vehicle—way behind. Players with standout stats usually got targeted by the system, so Happy Big Sis was probably no exception.
After a moment’s hesitation, Qi Xu replied:
"Got it. Group teleport at 8 AM tomorrow. See you then."
Happy Big Sis: "Thanks for the trust."
Qi Xu skimmed the latest cross-zone challenge notice from the system—same useless fluff as always. No real info, just a heads-up about a lottery draw tomorrow morning to decide the challenge mode.
But from the Oracle’s intel, they’d need at least 20 players. The roster might need submitting right after the meeting.
Naturally, Qi Xu would prioritize players from the Golden Group Chat. Whether it was for combat experience or shared rewards, his own people came first.
But he also needed to scout other players. Last time, Song Peifeng, the Fitness Coach, and Cocoon Breaker had all been pleasant surprises during the cross-zone challenge.
That’s why he’d asked for stats—they didn’t define a player’s ceiling, but they set a solid floor.
After reviewing them, though, apart from Little Sheep and Happy Big Sis, Zone 711’s stats were painfully mediocre.
This zone was hilariously weak.
The next morning, Qi Xu found the Anti-Scam Dog Alliance had also submitted their stats.
Heartbroken Kitten and Ex’s Future Dad’s stats were on par with Little Sheep’s, but until their feud with the Oracle was resolved, they couldn’t team up.
And that feud wasn’t going anywhere. Betrayal after betrayal couldn’t be smoothed over with a few words—not that Qi Xu cared to try. Without walking in their shoes, who was he to mediate?
After two sleepless nights, Qi Xu was running on fumes. His head hit the pillow, and he was out.
The next day, even his internal clock failed him—Little Seven and Sweet Girl had to wake him up.
After washing up, he grabbed breakfast from the Golden Group Chat. Master Chef always shared food there, and others reciprocated with special items when they got them.
No one was shameless enough to freeload forever, but this arrangement wasn’t sustainable. He’d need to talk to Chinese Master Chef about it soon.
A quick workout later, Qi Xu settled on the couch, waiting for the system to pull him into the group.
But at 6 AM, everything went black—he was teleported away mid-sit.
His first move? Yanking off the strawberry hairband and stuffing it into his backpack. One thought dominated his mind:
Thank god I changed out of that pink kitten onesie. My reputation as a top player would’ve been ruined!
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