Light Fills the World openly declared in the chat hall:
"@Invincible Black Tornado, dare to compete in tomorrow's dungeon? Let's see who takes the top spot! The loser apologizes to the winner. Once I get serious, you’ll realize the top spot has nothing to do with you anymore."
Before Invincible Black Tornado could respond, the message was already drowned in the sea of chatter.
No one egged them on or cursed—everyone silently chose to ignore it, manually filtering out this attention-seeking troublemaker.
Qi Xu didn’t reply either. If it really was him, who knew who’d end up furious tomorrow?
Light Fills the World drew a special dungeon card:
[Treasure Chest Battle]
As the dungeon card owner, they could choose not to participate and instead remotely command, freely setting the contents of all loot chests encountered by players.
They could also target a specific player. The dungeon came with 50 monsters, but the owner had to manually place items in all the chests.
Naturally, Light Fills the World wasn’t willing to waste their own supplies on other players, so the chests either contained useless wastewater, used household waste, or were simply empty.
After all, they were convinced no one would find out they were the dungeon’s host.
As for the 50 monsters? Light Fills the World didn’t plan to share a single one—they were all reserved for Invincible Black Tornado! Even if they couldn’t kill him, they’d make sure he suffered!
The thought of Invincible Black Tornado’s misery tomorrow brought Light Fills the World such peace that they fell asleep with a grin they couldn’t suppress.
Qi Xu hadn’t even noticed Light Fills the World’s message in the group. To put it bluntly, the chat hall had hundreds, if not thousands, of people tagging him daily.
Reading every single one would leave no time for anything else.
Right now, Qi Xu was happily busy with other things.
Earlier, he’d been in too much of a hurry to organize the layout of his truck’s storage compartment.
Now that his vehicle had expanded, thanks to a Vehicle Expansion Card, he decided to give it a proper makeover.
First, he used the expansion card.
He could choose to expand either the storage compartment or the driver's cabin.
The current storage compartment measured 6.8 meters by 3 meters. Since it had no windows, it was pitch black inside. Back when the weather was warmer, Qi Xu would often open the top.
But now, with temperatures dropping, the sealed compartment was uncomfortably dark.
He headed to the trading hall and exchanged for four solar-powered lamps, hanging one in each corner.
Instantly, the compartment brightened up.
Right now, it was a mess—the toilet was placed near the entrance, right next to the orange and tomato plants.
Beside them sat two silver chests filled with miscellaneous items not worth keeping in his backpack, like half-empty water bottles and food wrappers.
Tossing too much trash would earn him a penalty from the game.
But if he found a trash can and disposed of enough, he might even get a reward—though the required amount was likely huge.
In his last game, Qi Xu had thrown out a lot but never got a single reward, though he’d seen others in the chat hall boast about it.
He took out his bed, added a mattress, and laid down bed sheets and two thick quilts.
From today on, he decided not to pack these away daily—it was too much hassle. With the expanded space, a bed was no issue.
As for the foldable sofa, there was still no good spot for it. A wardrobe or dining table felt unnecessary for now.
Even during the day, the storage compartment was too dark—a downside of garbage trucks being sealed tight.
So, Qi Xu usually preferred staying in the cabin.
In the end, he used the expansion card on the cabin.
In an instant, it tripled in size, now resembling a small, square room.
After pacing around, he estimated it was about 6 square meters.
The truck’s exterior looked a bit odd now—the storage compartment was narrower than the cabin—but comfort mattered more.
Suddenly, the foldable sofa had a place.
With windows on three sides and two more solar lamps hung in the corners, the cabin was well-lit.
He placed the sofa directly behind the driver’s seat and added a movable coffee table in front for meals or resting.
As for the storage compartment? For now, it’d remain a sleeping space.
The sofa was a soft, wave-patterned off-white fabric, adorned with cute throw pillows and light pink cushions.
The adjustable-height coffee table was a game-changer—no more squeezing meals onto a tiny tray.
Qi Xu was thrilled with the upgrade. It almost felt like an RV—no, even better than most RVs.
Checking today’s rewards, he noticed an unused Advanced Backpack Expansion Card. He activated it immediately, adding 100 more slots—more than enough for now.
He’d also gained five more of each tri-color crystal, ensuring he’d stay comfortable whether facing freezing cold or scorching heat.
All that snow-shoveling earlier had paid off.
The next morning, Light Fills the World woke up early, eagerly arranging monsters for the dungeon. By 8 a.m., they were practically giddy—it was time for sweet revenge!
But when they checked the participant list, their excitement turned to shock.
Out of the entire server’s population, only 300+ people had signed up!
And... Invincible Black Tornado wasn’t among them. Light Fills the World couldn’t figure out what went wrong.
Someone like him—always topping dungeon leaderboards—should’ve known how lucrative the rewards were!
A workaholic who wouldn’t even rest during a blizzard, relentlessly shoveling snow for loot—how could he resist this dungeon?
To make matters worse, Sweet Donut, whom they’d been flirting with, turned out to be a hairy, rough-looking man. Light Fills the World felt physically ill remembering last night’s sweet nothings.
Frustrated, they wanted to tag Invincible Black Tornado in the chat hall right then—but the dungeon had already begun.
Meanwhile, Qi Xu noticed the dungeon’s start but saw the chat hall buzzing as usual.
Seemed like not many had joined. He wondered if the dungeon host was fuming.
Glancing at today’s road conditions—no better than yesterday’s—he was glad his upgraded vehicle meant no more snow-shoveling.
With a roar of the engine, he sped off, exhilarated.
In just an hour, he’d already covered the daily 20-kilometer requirement.
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