Qi Xu certainly couldn’t let Little Magic Mirror down. It didn’t matter whether the question could be answered or not—the important thing was to keep the conversation going.
“The broadcast screen once mentioned that one could officially join the Survival Game, abandon their human identity, and become a higher-level existence. What does ‘higher-level existence’ mean?”
[Little Magic Mirror doesn’t know what you’re talking about... Wuwu, I can’t answer your question again, I’m sorry!]
Qi Xu almost felt bad. When Little Magic Mirror first appeared, surely no one warned it that humans could be so unreasonable in their bullying.
“Ah, it’s fine, don’t be sad. Let me ask something else. Just tell me what materials are needed to upgrade the vehicle to levels 8, 9, and 10.”
It was better to know early and prepare early. Though this question could also be asked of Sister Fortune, the materials required for upgrades varied slightly depending on the vehicle type, so asking Little Magic Mirror would be more reliable.
After all, in this highway survival game, the vehicle was the foundation of staying alive.
Little Magic Mirror was dumbfounded again.
This time, it didn’t even dare to let out a “wuwu.” It stayed silent for a long time, only speaking when it absolutely had to.
[I’m sorry, kind human player. I only have the authority to tell you the materials needed to upgrade weapons to level 8.]
In truth, even the materials for level 8 weapons weren’t supposed to be disclosed—they were classified as core secrets. But Little Magic Mirror was so overwhelmed with guilt that it threatened its supervisor with self-destruction just to get permission to speak.
“Alright, thank you. You’re a very, very good Little Magic Mirror. Meeting you is truly my luck.”
Little Magic Mirror heaved a sigh of relief, terrified that this human might come up with another outrageous request, and hurriedly began listing the materials.
[To upgrade the vehicle to level 8, the required materials are: Basic Materials ×100,000, Energy Stones ×10,000, Weapon Upgrade Cards ×1,000, Vehicle Core ×5, Special Appearance Transformation Card ×1, Waterproof Sealant ×10, Amphibious Tires ×20, Spirit Stream’s Eye/River’s Ripple/Trident of the Sea God (any one will suffice), Monster Dolls ×3.]
Qi Xu couldn’t help but lament how early she had died in the previous round of the game—she hadn’t even seen the latter items before...
And what were Monster Dolls? No matter how she looked at it, they didn’t seem related to vehicle upgrades at all.
This was when the saying “an elder at home is a treasure” proved its worth.
Qi Xu sent a private message to Zhu Fu.
“What are Monster Dolls?”
Zhu Fu, the Heiress of the God of Wealth: “What the hell? I don’t know?”
Invincible Black Whirlwind: “They’re materials I need to upgrade my vehicle to level 8.”
Zhu Fu suddenly wondered if her brain was malfunctioning. Had she reset too many times, scrambling her memory? She double-checked the screen—yep, she was at level 6.
Qi Xu was also at level 6! She had just obtained a Vehicle Core, so her next upgrade should be to level 7!
Zhu Fu, the Heiress of the God of Wealth: “You must’ve misspoken, right? Materials for level 7?”
“Level 8. I’m upgrading to level 7 right now—you’ll hear the server-wide announcement tomorrow.”
At this point, Qi Xu had no idea that the adorable Qiu Qiu was already preparing the grand announcement for her.
Zhu Fu, the Heiress of the God of Wealth: “Wait, then how do you know the materials for level 8? Even if you have enough Weapon Upgrade Cards, you can only see them after successfully reaching level 7!”
The thought of Zhu Fu’s bewildered expression made Qi Xu find her utterly adorable. She joked, “Don’t ask. Let’s just say I’ve got connections!”
Zhu Fu was green with envy. Having a silver tongue really did come with perks—Qi Xu must’ve charmed another new friend somewhere!
“In my previous runs, the highest I ever got was level 10. After that, the upgrade button disappeared, and no more Upgrade Cards were needed. I’ve lived through so many cycles, but I’ve never heard of these Monster Dolls...”
Qi Xu copied and pasted the entire list of materials for level 8 and sent it to Zhu Fu.
“Holy shit! Why do you need so many resources? 10,000 Energy Stones, 1,000 Weapon Upgrade Cards—that’s what I needed for level 9!”
Invincible Black Whirlwind: “Maybe the Survival Game just likes to target the strongest.”
“That’s not how you hold a conversation. (T＿T)”
Then, Qi Xu told Zhu Fu about the [Mirror, Mirror on the Wall] item. “So, is there anything you’d like to ask it?”
Zhu Fu, the Heiress of the God of Wealth: “Ask it how to upgrade beyond level 10!”
“It’ll definitely say ‘Little Magic Mirror doesn’t know.’”
Qi Xu didn’t even need to ask—Little Magic Mirror had nearly cried earlier, and she didn’t want to push it further.
“Fine, then I’ve got no more questions. This damn game, I swear.”
Perhaps worried that Qi Xu might screenshot and report her, Zhu Fu quickly deleted the message and replaced it with a “Hehe.”
Though Qi Xu didn’t get an answer, she still felt it was worthwhile. Knowing early meant preparing early.
If the conditions were set this way, there had to be a way to fulfill them. It was better to search with purpose than to grope blindly in the dark.
Next, Qi Xu sent a private message to Dongfang Yuan.
“What’s your master’s real name? How old is he? Any distinctive features? Tell me everything.”
In Qi Xu’s mind, all enemies—and potential enemies—should be dealt with as early as possible.
Dongfang Yuan’s strength was undeniable.
So how could the person who trained him be any weaker? Especially since he had been an outlaw even before the Survival Game. In this world, he’d be like a fish in water. It was only right to plan ahead.
Might as well kill him to liven things up for the Black Serpent and boost its performance. Poor snake, it barely made any money—how tragic.
Watch Me Slice You: “Why are you suddenly thinking about that old bastard?”
Qi Xu explained the [Mirror, Mirror on the Wall] item’s properties to Dongfang Yuan again.
Only then did Dongfang Yuan understand what was going on. No wonder he kept falling for her—back then, it had just been an offhand remark, something he might’ve laughed off and forgotten.
But she? She remembered everything, acted on it, and always offered her sincerity first. How could anyone not be moved?
Dongfang Yuan wanted to say so much, but it all felt too mushy. He typed and deleted, over and over, until Qi Xu’s message arrived first.
Invincible Black Whirlwind: “I get it. No need to overthink your words.”
Dongfang Yuan exhaled in relief and recalled the details before sending them over.
“His name is Chen Ronghua, around 63 years old, originally from Harbin. As for features—a mole under his right eye, only half of his left ear remaining, a dragon tattoo on his neck, and a Latin phrase on his back that supposedly means ‘God pities mankind.’”
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